Saturday at Dark Odyssey Summer Camp, 2009

After breakfast, I went to Lolita's class, "Rope Bondage for Sex." She had two lithe young girls as "demo bottoms." She hogtied one beautiful, slim, dark-haired twenty-something and made her crazy with a vibrator. Then she made the other beautiful, young girl a dildo harness out of rope, and the girl in the dildo harness got on top of the hogtied girl and fucked her. They were fucking on the mat, the audience encircling them, mesmerized, breathless at the hotness of it. Lolita turned to the audience and asked if anyone wanted to volunteer for more. One nice looking, long-haired man in his 30's on the left of the room was squirming in anticipation. It was clear he wanted in, but could hardly speak. Lolita noticed. She took his hand and helped him stand up. "Take your clothes off," she commanded casually, and of course the gentleman complied. Off came the t-shirt, the leather pants, the boxer shorts. She motioned to him to step forward. He put his hands behind his back like a good boy and did as he was told. She showed us some ways to tie up a cock and balls, and this made his dick very hard. She tied up his cock real good. It was a delicious bit of CBT. (Innocent bystanders beware: this is some serious fun, if you're up for it.) The guy was super hard, and she loved giving him a little bit of the torture, and when she swiftly released his cock with a rope spiral trick, he let out a cry of pain and pleasure. Last year she taught me how to do this to Martyn.

I was all charged up after that, but Martyn hadn't come with me. He was working on setting up his tent while I enjoyed the class, but we met at the "Swap Meet," where we were bringing fantastic clothes and accessories to trade. I got a pink leather skirt that fit perfectly, a beautiful black bra, and a plaid, schoolgirl-ish ruffly top. I donated black patent leather super-high-heel fuck-me pumps, a man's black leather pea coat, and a red and black sequined teddy. I was delighted that my new beautiful asian young friend SAM got my pumps. He'd been desirous of footwear to complete the femme fatale outfit he'd planned for Sunday's "007 Party."

After setting up the tent, Martyn had managed to make it to a G-spot ejaculation class, but he told me there wasn't much they did that he didn't know. Martin's rather skilled in that area. Girls who know him: feel free to confirm that.

At the swap meet, there were also vendor tables. WholeDC was selling sex toys, so I bought one that had been recommended for prostate stimulation, the "Rude Boy." WholeDC is a sex-positive store that hosts readings and workshops in the nation's capital. I plan to go to its grand opening. The next table was stocked with our hostess's videos and books, so, like a backstage groupie, I pulled up my shirt and had the woman herself, Dark Odyssey impresario Tristan Taormino sign my tit with a Sharpie.

After lunch we went down by the pool, where everyone was naked. We ran into Lena, basking in the sun poolside, and as I eased into the water I looked up and saw Martyn pass by her chair. She stopped him, reached up, turned sideways and took his dick into her mouth. He stood rooted to the spot for the duration, gradually reaching down, grabbing the back of her head, helping her suck it, 'til he came and she swallowed all his cum. Wow! The first time he's cum with another girl since we moved in together, and first time like that in public! What a good boy. He's learning.

Martyn told me we had a 4:30 appointment. I knew it was something to do with a birthday celebration for me. I turned 50 this summer, and I hadn't really celebrated; certainly not DO-style. I knew my friends were planning something. Martyn took me back to the cabin to get dressed. I wore pure white: a skin-tight stretch open-bottomed girdle, a full-torso white missile-cone brassiere and sandals.
I threw on my pink pajama top jacket for the walk over, and Martyn made me stop in his tent on the way to get a big, white teddy bear for me to hold. He said I'd need it. We were to go to the porch of Oink, prize-winning cabin of debauchery that is the bailiwick of Lolita, Queen of Fuckin' Everything kinky. She was in charge. She helped me into a sling on the front porch, had me lean back and secure my feet in stirrups. Lolita went first, right up in me with her hands, opening up my pussy hole, first with a finger, then two, then before I knew it, her whole hand up in me, and fucking so divinely, so deep and perfect, like only girls can do, I swear. I saw stars. Just so big and deep and open and hard and her all wrapped up in me, and me just opening for her. Then came Polly, who I was so happy to see: girl-fucker extraordinaire, who did Martyn's ass so marvelously last year. She got into my pussy with her fingers, and her whole hand, and then Lena, with her dick strapped on, but wanting to get her fist in me, too. A fisting gang-bang! These chicks sure can fuck me like an animal, Mr. Reznor, and so much better at it than your kind. Then Delvon, a guy I'd liked in pictures on the DO website, who had the good graces to give it a try, even though it was his first camp. Getting his dick in there, after all those fists, I musta been so wet and sloppy, it's amazing he stayed in. But he grinned at me from above, a good sport, his condom-clad dick rocking in and out of me, until it was Ivy's turn. Ivy did, in fact, use her strap on: a giant solid black number, about 8 inches long and 2 inches thick: a dick to be reckoned with. It actually hurt, all that inflexible silicone, up in me so deep, after all that human flesh in the form of fingers and fists and bio-dicks. Meanwhile Martyn was standing by, brushing wisps of hair out of my eyes, tucking my teddy bear tighter into my arms when I needed something to hold on to, then placing it under my head for Ivy's powerful thrusts and so my head would have more support.

It's true, we're in very public view on that front porch, and a woman named Pegasus, a flamboyant blonde about our age, in a black stretchy nothing with access holes all over it, comes out onto the porch. Albert, who's been waiting to fuck me and is getting impatient, bends Pegasus over the porch railing down the porch from me where I can't see them, and starts fucking her pussy from behind. The next thing I know, I'm getting fucked by Iva, and then her husband Dan's gearing up, when I hear wild screams from that direction. Turns out Lady Helene, amazing, butch, beautiful blonde Southern belle, has taken Pegasus from Albert by simply shoving her fist into Pegasus' open cunt, and Pegasus lets out a wail to wake the dead and squirts all over the porch, making a big puddle of pussy juice on the planks. "Watch out when you're walking," says somebody. "It's slippery!"

Who knew I would start an orgy. I was thinking it'd be all about me. That's my punishment and reward for such a public display, and it makes me happy to know it happens when I'm in the middle of things. People are riding by on golf carts and walking by, watching this, and apparently, it is quite a sight. I, of course, am in another stratosphere, and then Dan, with his lovely dick, gets exactly the right balance, his pelvis and balls banging just perfectly against me, and the weight of his body carrying me as he bounces me, over and over again, up and down on his dick. It feels so right: better than it's ever felt with him before, and I'm so happy he's there with me.

Finally, it's Albert's turn, and he says, "Now you get some Republican dick!" Yes, he's one of THEM, so as he slides his cock into me I let him have it from the left: "Oh, Barack! Fuck me Barack!" I call out, loudly. "Fuck me hard, Barack! Oh, Barack! You're so good." Now I can't stop laughing. I'm laughing so hard piss starts leaking out of me. I can't help it. I'm spread eagle and at the mercy of these fuckers, and I'm pissing on his dick. He tries to keep fucking, but I can't stop laughing. Albert doesn't mind the piss, but he minds the laughter. "I can't fuck you if you're laughing!" he complains, petulantly. "You're laughing at me!" Yeah, I guess I am, Mr. Republican man, and the thought of our President at a gang-bang.

I clutch once again at my teddy bear. Martyn is the last to have a go at me. He pulls a chair up in front of the sling, between my legs. He puts his two fingers into me, just at the g-spot, and, with exactly the right stimulation, I squirt pussy juice, not pee this time, straight up in the air like a fountain, and people applaud. "That's some boy you got there," says gorgeous Lady Helene Southern-belle. "He's got talent!" I feel proud, and I know Martyn does too. This is a compliment she doesn't give lightly. Martyn helps me up. The back of my girdle is soaking wet. They spread out a pad for me to sit on and ease me into a chair. I sit on the porch, drinking water, while the rest of them drink beer from the keg, and Lady Helene regales us with tales of how she was seduced by a straight girl. I imagine for a minute Martyn as a kind of honorary lesbian, privy to this chat. I'm enchanted by the Lady. She's sexy and smart and funny, butch and femme: my kind of dream come true.

Back at the cabin, all of a sudden my body is freezing cold; shaking. Others confirm this after a gang-bang: your body freaks out. I'm shivering, and Martyn puts me to bed and wraps me in blankets, and I fall fast asleep for about an hour. When its time for dinner, I make it to the dining hall, but then go right back to bed. I'm hot and cold and hot and cold, like I'm coming down with a fever.

Our cabin's crowd is watching movies, projected onto a blow-up screen they'd brought, so, from my bed, I watch through the window. The movie's called "The Frightened Woman," a bizarre Italian 60's flick about sex and deception, brought to us by Cinekink. In the finale, between two giant female legs, the teeth of an electronic doorway close, like a bear trap, on a man. With films like this, who needs religion?

Then Martyn crawls back into bed with me, caressing me, comforting me. I'm shaking, shivering, exhausted; but I still need a nice, clitoral orgasm. He knows it. "You want to cum, baby?" Martyn whispers, moving his fingers up and down my slit. He rubs my clit in little circles, then flicks it from the bottom up, just the way I like. "It's time for you to cum, isn't it, baby?" It takes me barely two minutes to cum for daddy. I cum wetly, all down my pink pussy.

He hasn't gotten much action. Not since Lena at the pool. Iva comes wandering through the cabin, having finished the film. "I need some help with him," I say sleepily. "Put his cock in my pussy." We're both on our backs, but he turns toward me. Iva gets on the bed and leans over me. She takes his hard cock in her hands, and slides it into my wet pussy hole. I adjust myself just right for it to get in. I snuggle against her as she does it, cuddling up against her warm breasts. Then I let him get into my ass, where it's tighter. I know it's better there: tighter, after all the pounding I've gotten. I want to be nice and tight for him, and by this time I'm like a rag doll. "Just do me," I think, in a kind of haze. He feels good, whatever hole he's in. They can hear him moan throughout the cabin as he cums, and sleep overtakes me. Iva kisses us goodnight, and tiptoes out into the dark.

Living the Dream: FRIDAY at Dark Odyssey

"Tellmeatale of stem and stone," says the subway in dark grey slate, quoting James Joyce in the tunnels under 34th street. Roots of gold push their way downward between iridescent stone and white tiles. So I'll tell you a tale, but it's many tales in one, oh Sultan.

It turns out that as we get ready to go to Dark Odyssey I have to stop at the doctor on my way out of town, so I take off from work early as does Martyn, and miraculously, all tasks get done and we're speeding down the New Jersey Turnpike by 3:30. I'm so proud of us.

The car is packed to the gills. Ok, I'm mixing metaphors. The ghoti is packed to the gills. It's a brick: a Volvo station wagon of early 1990's vintage. He's got two: that Volvo and the Mini, but lately a trip to DO calls for the big, packed with sexy vintage lingerie, suit jackets, 10 different shirts: shit we're never going to wear. Plus camp chairs, a mattress, and a cow-skin rug that Martyn's had since he was a teenager. So much for taking passengers, but it's just as well. We're having fun by ourselves, singing Beatles songs and holding hands as much as the driving will allow.

It's a three hour drive, and on the highway a car makes us laugh because it bears the indelible stamp of New York: a Department of Sanitation citation for a car not moved during street cleaning. If they find your car in their way more than once, they'll slam a bright green sticker on your car window that is almost impossible to get off. New Yorkers know someone fucked up. They're branded with a shameful Hester Prynne "A" writ in bright green. Then, through that car window, we see Jefferson, our OneLifeTakeTwo blogger friend, with three camp newbies. We wave, and play highway tag, and then they peel off, speed up, going about 80. That's cool: let them add a ticket to their other badges of honor. We'll take it slower.

Wending our way off the highway, down the country roads, still in daylight we drive up to the gate, and luscious Bella in short-shorts and belly-dancer jingle hip wrap, who we'd had a threesome with over the summer, is there to greet us. She kisses us and makes Martyn pull down his pants as some sort of identification rite. I think she spanks him? I'm busy pulling out my ID. They're very official here. No one allowed in not registered.

I digress. I can't believe I haven't talked of Bella, and our visit with her this summer! On our way to our Summer cottage, in early August, on our way north after a seemingly endless, twisty, windy, rain-soaked drive, we stopped in the Berkshires to visit Bella. She showed us her bees and gardens (she's the Bee Queen), and then we climbed into the outside hot tub, finally naked as night fell. After a beautiful dinner, up in Bella's bedroom under the eaves, heaven-bedecked cloud of white tent and futon on the floor, we were rolling around, the three of us: us girls flanking Martyn, and he got to play with one, then the other. I would've given Bella my mouth, my fingers, but having a man between us served as a buffer, a convenient foil. I think she's not so sure of such intimate connections with women, although she is lovely to me. And of course Martyn is always a delight, so it's cool. There she was, red headed goddess, so close yet so far, as they say, but when, Mary Magdalen-like, she salved Martyn's and my feet with her amazing homemade foot balm and healing hands, I felt pampered, beloved, rested, caressed.

So back to DO. We're at the gate, Bella greets us, and we roll on through, up to Registration, and then down to our cabin to unload. Bob and Sue are there, our good friends, who run the spectacular Bedroom Bungalow that we co-create. They're artists and everything is wall-papered and prettified by them. They're amazing, and we're so glad to see them and contribute. I go to grab a bite to eat at the mess hall, and then I wander.

Martyn's setting up a giant tent he's brought, so I explore the grounds without him. I find Alfred and Lena out "on the town," and Alfred does his gentlemanly best, suggesting he fuck me in the Sex-O-Rama for public display. Lena finds a partner too, so I say, "Sure. It's a good way to get started!" We find a stretch of beds covered in black bedding at the back of this orgy-room cabin. They've decked the place out with bordello-like red lights, so there's plenty of atmosphere. Alfred's got a nice thick cock, and I hardly wait 'til it's out of his pants to take it in my mouth. I could suck it all night, it feels like. He's holding my hair and saying dirty things to me about sucking Daddy's cock real good, little girl, but this little girl wants some fucking, too. My cunt's hot. So he puts a pillow behind me and lays me back. He rolls a condom on and climbs on top of me, fucking me really good and hard, and I look up at some point and there's Lena, up against the wall across the way, getting it from some guy I don't know. Yeah, I want it all up in there. I'm just warming up, boys and girls.

Alfred's getting sweaty. It's hot. I'm encouraging him. "Yeah. Fuck me, Daddy. I want your cum in me." That makes him cum. Such a dirty perv, he cums in me sweaty and shaking and kissing me, and then I hug him. I don't mind him sweaty, this time, somehow. Lena wanders over to us. "How you doin', baby?" she says, patting my hand. I smile up at her. "Pretty good," I say, straightening up and pulling my shirt on.

I get up, and there's luscious, voluptuous L and beautiful butch H on a date in another bed, and I watch H fuck L, H's fist deep in her. It's amazing and so fucking hot, and I shouldn't stare (right?) at those girls. Alfred's staring too. So rude! But then, it's Sex-0-Rama. I tiptoe out. I don't want to disturb them.

I want to find Martyn, and I walk across the field and run into him back at the ranch. He hasn't been yet, and wants to go, to Sex-0-Rama. I want to go elsewhere, but then I say, "Oh, ok," and back we go. He finds Lena, and then Iva, who's just been fucking Alfred, and Martyn gets his fingers into her for a bit. Alfred's all fucking and no foreplay, so she could use a little fondling. Martyn's good at that. Lena's kissing Iva while Martyn's making her squirt.

Then it's time for midnight snack. That's a full meal at DO, and often the best of the day. We're there for 45 minutes or so, and then comes the witching hour.

I've been asked by friends to participate in a midnight strap-on Gang Bang: we're going to corner Dan and, since it's National "Talk Like a Pirate" Day, deflower his ass in full pirate regalia. The ring leader is Iva, who happens to be his wife, and she's by now resplendent in broad-brimmed black pirate hat and eye patch, hot pants, and busty black top. Boy, does she look the perfect, curvaceous part. "Ahoy there, Matey!" she cackles, once we get Dan onto the back porch under false pretenses. Our resident porn star, a famous one, with long blonde hair and amazingly fit body, begins the ritual. She's in there first. Iva's knocked Dan down to his knees, he's bent over, and she greases him up. Then our porn star crouches behind him, strap on ready, and slides her dick into his ass. She can fuck him perfectly with her legs bent and spread wide, she's like the yoga instructor of fucking. He can't believe what's happening, he's grovelling nicely. After she opens him up I'm next, but I'm not so athletic. I get down on my knees behind him, and fuck my pink, 5-inch strap-on dick into him, thrusting from my hips and holding on to his shoulders for leverage. It works well, I'm a good second fiddle, but I don't want to wipe him out. I can get carried away sometimes. It's time for whom ever's next, and I get up and strip off my strap on. The girls are going at him one by one, and there's a bit of a crowd that's gathered on the back porch to watch. I think we've just made one of his dreams come true. Iva goes last: his wife, and she's doing it hand-held. I don't stay 'til the very end. It's getting on to 1am, time for bed, and so I'm back into the light of the mess hall, but not before a courteous "That was fun!" and "Hope you're happy, dear." He is.

"And so, sweet lovers, to bed." Martyn takes my hand. We leave the hall, and walk out into the night, down a path lit with torches, toward that other land of dreams.

I Had a Dream...

I had a dream, ooh yeah.
Crazy dream, oh, oh.
Anyplace I wanted to know,
Anyplace I needed to go.
- Led Zeppelin, 1975

"Don't dream it - be it."
- Rocky Horror Picture Show, 1975.

I had a dream last night that I was at Dark Odyssey, only it was a kind of rock'n'roll Dark Odyssey. I had been kind of "sitting it out," not joining in the fray. "I'm 50," I was thinking. "I'm too old for this." Then, somehow, I thought, "Fuck it! What have I got to lose?"

There was this band playing. They were a heavy metal band, all dressed in black. They must've been in their 20's or 30's. The singer had long, shaggy blond hair. I was wearing a black fishnet "cover-up" over a black lace bra and something on the bottom that would allow me to reveal my pussy. They were rehearsing, I think. I started dancing, gyrating around. The singer started fondling me. It was in some kind of concert hall, then, and he said, "We have to go on next." I said, "How long have you guys been playing?" He said, "About 10 years." I said, "Do you know how long I've been listening to rock and roll??" He didn't have to answer. He wanted to fuck me. I lay back over a big monitor and spread my legs so he could see my pussy. Then I awoke.

I fucked Jimmy Page when I was sixteen. It was what got me started on all this "depravity," as the rock magazines used to call it. I fucked Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin because I dreamed it and I wanted it and I made it happen.

Anything can happen in your life, you just have to want it enough, and do the hard work to get there. I was a New York City schoolgirl, and I went down to the Plaza Hotel where they were staying. I must've been up in that hotel room for, maybe, 45 minutes? All I did was take my (black) clothes off, and get into his (white) bed with him, but he was the first person who ever spanked me. He was the first person I ever gave head to. He was the second guy I ever had sex with. Those 45 minutes changed the course of my life. That experience, and the movie Performance, that I saw when I was thirteen, created a path I've wandered down, and it's been a beautiful, dark odyssey.