The Literotica Sex Convention

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!!

Welcome to my Part 2! I've used some characters in this story, 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 all of his editing and proofreading work. And

AlexFourways

who has been with me almost from the start of my Literotica (and beyond) travels. I cannot thank both of 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, Figgy!" Cynthia greeted their friend as she placed her plate in front of an empty seat at the table. "Katie would only let me get healthy stuff for breakfast." Cynthia sat down and looked directly at Figgy. "She wants me to look more like her celebrity crush, Valentina."

Katie sat next to Cynthia and pointed out, "You could never look like her."

"Screw you."

"But I love you, anyway. And you were amazing last night. As usual," Katie told her. "Now, eat your fruit."

"Screw you." But Cynthia was smiling.

"Far out!" Figgy exclaimed. "You guys really

are

just like in the stories!"

Cynthia quickly swallowed and said, "Yeah. Uh... Figgy... about the stories..."

"That it's really

you

that writes them? Freya told me yesterday."

"Yeah. Sorry. I just thought that -- well, I didn't want to use my own name, and Freya's name sounds much better than mine, so... it just kind of grew from there."

Figgy smiled. "It's fine. Everyone uses a different screen name and all that. I mean, Freya's not even her

real

name, right?"

"Uh, it is. But I changed her last name, at least."

"And where did you get the avatar to use? It really does look like her."

"Yeah... I actually used a real picture of her. But I cartoonized it, so it's not

really

a picture of her. Kind of."

"You blew it," Katie noted. "I would have just made everything up."

"Oh! Well, aren't you just so fucking special," Cynthia shot back.

"Up yours."

"Fuck you. Again."

Figgy leaned over to the woman sitting on the other side of him. "This is the witty banter that readers love so much that I was telling you about." He then turned back to Cynthia and Katie. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Jennifer. She was sitting here alone early this morning and I thought I would join her."

"G'day," Jennifer said. "How ya goin'?"

"Wow! I love your accent!" Katie remarked. "Australian?"

"Born and raised in Bathurst."

"Is that

The Outback

?" Katie asked in awe.

"Naw, mate. Just a city."

"Have you ever met Crocodile Dundee?"

Cynthia angrily poked Katie's upper arm. "You know he's a fictional character, right? He doesn't really exist."

"I know that. I mean the guy that plays Crocodile Dundee," Katie said. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Yes."

"Just eat your fruit, fatty."

"Scrawny bitch," Cynthia mumbled, then looked at Figgy's plate and asked, "Fig, you gonna eat that sausage?" But before he could even answer, she had already scooped it up with her fingers and stuffed it into her mouth.

"You're a pig," Katie chided Cynthia. "And that was very rude."

Figgy just sat there smiling, reveling in the feeling that he was actually in one of Freya's -- Cynthia's -- stories. "Oh, it's fine. It's a buffet. I can get another."

"And grab some pancakes, too," Cynthia told him.

Katie exclaimed, "Cynthia!"

"It doesn't count if someone else gets it from the buffet."

Leaning forward to look at Figgy past Cynthia, Katie said, "Don't get her anything. She's on a diet."

Cynthia gave Katie a greasy middle finger.

"I apologize for my girlfriend," Katie told Jennifer.

"No worries. If you don't mind me saying so, I think she's very cute."

"Oh, I don't mind," Cynthia replied.

"You two are fun," Jennifer said.

Katie scowled. "Yeah. A freakin' blast."

"Hey," Cynthia suddenly interjected, pointing to a guy at the buffet line. "Isn't that Alex Fourways?"

"How would I know?" Katie asked.

"Not you. Figgy."

"Which one?" Figgy asked, scanning the line.

"The tall guy with the mustache," Cynthia pointed. "The one that looks like a 70s porn star."

"Oh, yeah. I think that is him. At least that fits the description of him in his stories. And I think that's Bella with him." Figgy nodded. "Yeah. I think that must be them."

Cynthia elbowed Katie. "I think they're doing a thing today in one of the seminars. Something about tantric sex or repeaters or something." Cynthia shrugged. "It was on the list."

"Do you want to go?" Katie asked.

"Yeah. Why not? It's why we're here."

"You're just here to have sex," Katie pointed out.

"And maybe I can have sex with Alex," Cynthia said. "Maybe he can do that alphabet thing that he does."

"What alphabet thing?"

"You need to read more porn stories, my dear," Cynthia replied.

"You gals really are so fun," Jennifer said. "So how do you know... Figgy? That's not the name he gave me."

"Oh, I just make up names for people," Cynthia told her. "I just call him Figgy."

"So do I! I make up names for people, too!" Jennifer blurted out. "But I just make them up in my head. I don't go about calling them by the nicknames."

"Did you have a nickname for me?" Katie asked.

"You were

Miss Adorable

."

"Really?" Katie beamed.

"Keep it in your pants, Sweetie," Cynthia told her. Then asked Jennifer, "Did you have one for me?"

Jennifer replied, "No. Sorry, mate." But she had, in fact, come up with a nickname for Cynthia.

Huge Boobs

. Jennifer just wasn't sure if that nickname would be taken as the compliment in which it was intended.

Just then, they noticed a man with a giant bird on his shoulder.

"Would you look at that thing?" Cynthia said in awe.

"I think it's a sulphur-crested cockatoo," Katie said.

"What a coincidence!" Cynthia said, hurriedly pushing her chair back and standing up. "I'm actually in the mood for a cock or two."

Katie looked at Figgy, frowned, and shook her head.

"Excuse me," Cynthia said to the man as he passed by. "I love your bird. Is that a sulphur-crested cockatoo?"

Katie rolled her eyes.

"It is," the man replied, eyeing Cynthia's curvy body. "Are you a bird fancier?"

"Of course! Fancy birds. Normal birds. All kinds of birds."

The man looked at Cynthia, not quite sure what to make of her. But she did have an engaging smile and pretty eyes. And, he thought, a body that looked tailor-made for pleasure.

"So," Cynthia leaned a little closer to this interesting man and his bird, "How did you get to bring a bird into the Literotica convention?"

"It's my emotional support bird."

"I know that you can get dogs and stuff like that, but I've never heard of an emotional support bird. How do you get an emotional support bird?" Cynthia asked.

The man leaned a little closer to Cynthia and whispered, "You lie." He gave her a sly smile. "I don't need any emotional support. I just really love Cacatua."

"That's a pretty name," Cynthia cooed. Now they were almost nose to nose.

"And what's your name," this mysteriously handsome man asked.

"Cynthia."

"

That's

a pretty name."

Cynthia smiled with a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

The man smiled back at her.

And Cacatua went completely bonkers.

"Oh, my!" The man exclaimed. "I'm so sorry. He doesn't seem to like you."

"He just hasn't gotten to know me," Cynthia protested.

"No. No. Once Cacatua has made a decision, he never changes his mind," the man told her. "Birds can be very bull-headed."

"I didn't even get your name," Cynthia called out after the man, but he was already hustling his way from her and trying to console his very agitated parrot.

Cynthia sighed and sat back down. She looked over at Katie, arms crossed on the table, her head in the crook of one elbow, shoulders shuddering. "Are you crying?" Cynthia asked, placing a gentle hand on one of Katie's shoulders.

Katie's head popped up, tears streaming down her red face, laughing hysterically. "You just got cock-blocked by a bird! A cockatoo!"

"Fuck you!" Cynthia stood back up and announced to no one in particular, "I'm going to get a

real

breakfast." Then she stormed off.

Between hitching breaths, Katie reminded her, "Something healthy."

"Fuck you!" Cynthia called over her shoulder.

Katie jumped up and said to Figgy and Jennifer, "I better go with her to supervise."

"I think I'm going to poke around," Figgy replied. "I'll catch up with you guys later."

Figgy stood and watched Katie run off after her lovely girlfriend and smiled to himself.

"Mind if I join you?" Jennifer asked.

"Why, I'd be delighted, Jennifer," Figgy answered and offered a hand to help her stand up.

They left the breakfast buffet just minutes before Freya and Alex walked in.

"Oh, there's Cynthia and Katie," Alex said, nodding towards Cynthia waving them over.

As they approached the table, Freya saw that Cynthia had some yogurt and granola in front of her. "Sensible breakfast," Freya commented.

Cynthia huffed. "Yeah. It sucks."

The four friends chatted for a while and Katie told Freya and Alex all about their night with Valentina. Neither Freya nor Alex mentioned anything about their night of angry sex.

"Well, hey guys," Cynthia said, having heard more than enough out of Katie about how awesome Valentina was, "I think Katie and I are going to go to a thingie about tantric sex or something like that. Alex Fourways and Bella are running it. You want to join us?"

"We were looking at a seminar about swinging," Alex said.

"You guys are going to start swinging?" Katie asked.

"Oh, gosh. No," Freya assured Katie. "It just sounds like it could be interesting."

"You do realize," Alex pointed out, "That we're two couples that share sexual partners, right? That

is

swinging."

"Yeah, but

swinging

is like couples that don't even know each other. Or barely know each other," Freya explained. "Like neighbors or PTA members or something."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Alex mumbled.

"

You

know what helps me sleep at night," Freya said, cuddling up to her husband's arm.

"Well, we'll leave you two lovebirds to your swingin' day," Cynthia said. "If we don't run into each other at some point, we'll see you guys at dinner. And if we don't see you at dinner, then we'll know that someone is getting lucky!" Cynthia made a circle with the thumb and forefinger of one hand while pushing a finger of her other hand through the tight hole.

"Alright! Alright! That'll do, pig," an exasperated Katie told Cynthia.

Cynthia grabbed Katie's shoulders and pulled the smaller girl tight against the side of one of her massive tits. "But you love me, Katie-bear."

"Have fun," Freya waved as they walked away.

"We will," Katie replied, her voice slightly muffled by Cynthia's breast.

"It seems like they're enjoying the weekend," Freya said to Alex.

"Yeah!" Alex said with extra emphasis. "They spent the night with that girl from the beach."

"The girl who whipped her tit out in public? The one that I caught you drooling over?"

"I wasn't drooling."

"You were staring."

"I was definitely staring," Alex admitted. "But yours are the only tits for me."

"And Katie's and Cynthia's," Freya reminded him.

"Well, yeah. But I like yours the best."

"Hmm. Hurry up and eat. I want to get good seats for that swinger thing."

Twenty minutes later, they were walking down one of the vast hallways towards the swinger's seminar when Freya heard the raucous sound of music and dancing. As they passed the doorway, they both froze in mid-step.

"What in the world is that?" Freya gasped. The room was full of naked people dancing and swaying and triple stepping and dipping and whipping. It was a cacophony of tits and asses and balls and dicks shaking and quaking every which way. "Someone's going to get hurt in there," Freya said.

"Mm... yeah..." Alex mumbled, transfixed by the plethora of female bodies wildly gyrating to the music.

"It's all fun and dancing until someone loses an eye."

Distractedly, Alex mumbled, "Uh-huh."

"Come on!" Freya dragged him away from the orgy of flesh. "I want to get a good seat. I'm curious what swinging is all about."

As they continued down the hall, Alex again pointed out, "

We're

swingers."

"No. We're not swingers."

Alex just rolled his eyes.

Walking into the room, Freya led him right to the front row. They sat down and casually looked around the room.

"Everyone looks so normal," Freya whispered.

"

We're

normal," Alex answered.

"But we're not swingers."

Before Alex could get back into the semantics of swinging, someone stepped behind Freya and covered her eyes. "Guess who?"

Freya thought for a moment and then guessed, "Rollo Tomasi?"

"Nope."

"That Devinter guy?"

"Nope."

"Alex Fourways?"

"Uh-uh."

"Who are all these people that you're guessing?" Alex asked his wife.

"People on Literotica," Freya told him.

Alex smiled. "Someone's been doing a little porn reading, I see."

"Research. I want to see how the public perceives me." Freya said, then to the man standing behind her, "I give up."

The hands came off of her eyes and she turned around. "It's me, Figgy!"

"Oh. Cynthia's friend."

"All of your friends," he corrected her. "And I'd like you to meet a new friend. This is Jennifer."

"You're Freya?" Jennifer exclaimed, clearly excited.

Tentatively, Freya answered, "Yes. Have we met?"

"No, but I've read all your stories!"

"Well, they're my friend Cynthia's stories," Freya explained. "How did you recognize me, though?"

"Easy as pie, mate!" Jennifer reached out and gently fingered a little of Freya's hair. "Hot as Hell Red, right?"

Freya blushed, clearly flattered. "I guess. Although Alex doesn't really call it that."

"Maybe I should," Alex replied. "It fits."

"Oh," Freya blushed even harder.

"So, you guys swing?" Jennifer asked with great interest.

Freya told her, "Gosh, no. No."

"Actually, we do," Alex stated, getting an eyeful of this cute young lady playfully touching his wife's hair. He thought that she looked a lot like Katie, but tougher. As strong as Katie was inside, she didn't physically look like a strong woman. This woman seemed more of an outgoing take-charge kind of girl. And to be honest, Alex thought, probably a whole lot of fun in bed.

And then he noticed the rainbow heart bracelet she had on and his imagination came to a grinding halt. But then again, he thought to himself, Cynthia and Katie are also lesbians and he's had sex with both of them -- quite a few times with Cynthia!

Never taking her eyes off of Freya, Jennifer asked, "So you

are

open to swinging, then? Maybe a little?"

"Oh. I -- I'm married," Freya stammered, still very flattered.

'Yeah, to Boring Alex,' Jennifer thought. But out loud, she said, "Hey, I'm not trying to break up a marriage or anything. I've just always had this fantasy about you. And me."

Freya laughed nervously.

"I mean, what about Cynthia and Katie?" Jennifer pointed out.

"Oh. They're my best friends," Freya offered by way of an explanation.

"But you have sex with them," Jennifer countered.

Unsure how to answer that, Freya stumbled. "Well... But..."

Jennifer slid her hand out of Freya's hair. "Hey, you guys got the tickets at the door, right?"

Freya held the two tickets up. "Yes. But I'm not sure that we're going to --" But before Freya could continue, Jennifer yanked the pair of tickets out of Freya's hand, tore them in half, and handed the one that had "Freya Prossa" written on it back to Freya and the "Alex Prossa" one back to Alex.

"Wait. I --" Freya started, but Jennifer was already gone.

Alex looked at Freya and shrugged. "Well, I guess we're swinging."

"It's fun," Figgy offered. "I mean, I've never done it, but it's fun in stories that I've read."

Completely bewildered as to what just happened, Freya simply blinked at Figgy and Alex.

As Jennifer made her way to the bowl sitting on the lectern, she made sure that Freya's ticket stub was in her left hand. She placed Alex's stub into the bowl and casually put her left hand into her pocket. As she turned, she pulled her hand out of her pocket, leaving Freya's ticket safely inside.

By this time, the small room had filled, so she took the seat that Figgy had saved for her just as the lights dimmed and a male and female couple stepped in front of the large video screen at the front of the conference room.

Neither Freya nor Jennifer could really focus on the slideshow and lecture, but for two very different reasons.

Twenty minutes later, Ted, the male host, said, "Okay. Now we've come to the fun part of the seminar," as he strode to the lectern and to the bowl of ticket stubs sitting upon it. He mixed the stubs a little and then asked the small audience, "Anyone who DID NOT get a ticket at the door but wants to swing, may come up and pick a partner. So, who would like to be the first to pick their swing partner?"

Many people eagerly raised their hands, but Jennifer was in no rush. She already knew the name that

she

would be drawing from the bowl. After a few pairings, she made her way to the lectern. Palming Freya's ticket stub, she reached into the bowl. She held up the stub she had "drawn" from the bowl and walked back to her seat.

A few minutes later, the host asked if everyone who wanted to swing had chosen a ticket. "There are always some extras -- and perhaps the person you chose is having second thoughts -- so if you cannot find your partner, please see either me or my wife, Jan. We'll pair up any singles and, of course, we'll offer ourselves if needed."

Jan laughed and added, "Or not needed!"

"Could we have the lights again, please?" Ted asked, then addressing the group, he said, "There are refreshments in the back. Please mingle, get to know each other, and find the person that you picked a ticket for. Their names have been written on both halves of the ticket, so they'll be easy to match. And if you have any questions about anything, Jan and I are more than happy to help. Thank you for coming to our presentation and enjoy the rest of the weekend."

"I still can't believe that crazy girl took our tickets and essentially volunteered us to swing," Freya said, still upset, but not too upset because after the -- quite frankly -- very erotic presentation about swinging, she could feel her sex addiction flaring up. "Maybe we should leave," Freya said, hoping to get Alex upstairs so she could feed "The Need" gnawing its way through her.