Gathering Place

By Selbryth Lannigan

A pretty blonde hippy-girl indulges in the pleasures of the free-loving early 1970s, enjoying music, wine and an abundance of pot in the open-minded atmosphere of a house of free-thinkers. But above all else she loves being free to engage in her favorite pastime: raunchy, wild, uninhibited sex. A regular at this Gathering Place, and having experienced numerous couplings of every description, she nonetheless finds something untried when a visitor unexpectedly shows up one night. And as she tells the tale, this visitor captivates her in ways she had never considered before.

A personal recollection of times long gone, but pleasures that remain timeless.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Jan 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370121205

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2016 by Selbryth Lannigan

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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2016

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Gathering Place

Gathering Place

Most of my friends were in college but I decided not to go, opting to work as a waitress in a topless bar instead. It was fun work and I got lots of tips because of the way I looked but I always looked forward to end of shift when I could get my old bellbottoms on, slip on a comfy blouse and go relax with these same friends. There was a house owned by the parents of one of them - professors at the university nearby - and since this was the early 70s, things were pretty liberal and loose. Lots of pot, wine, music from the stereo or people gathered 'round singing with guitars while we passed the joint around the circle.

That, and lots of balling whenever and with whomever.

I didn't have anything in common with them other than those things. They never preached down about my getting a higher education because we were all basically off-duty and any highness was coming from the grass and wine and relaxed atmosphere of our gathering place. People would come over at any time of the day or night; there'd always be a baggie of grass or a couple of joints laying around and smaller gatherings would happen while other people slept. You could walk in whenever and laugh and talk or go up the ladder into the attic and get it on if you felt like it.

And I'd gotten it on with pretty much every one of the dudes that frequented the place. All in good fun, no jealousy if I'm with one guy and some other guy's there. No attachments; just fucking and sucking and then off to work next morning.

I loved being with the son of the married professors who rented the house. He was bi and sometimes I'd wander upstairs and he'd be with a guy and I'd find myself in a nice hot three-way sandwich between them, getting it both ways at once or simply laying there watching them suck each other's dicks.

God that was sexy.

But it was hotter sometimes on the weekends when the crowd would be bigger. There were couples and threesomes going at it in the living room and bedrooms, in the halls and even in the kitchen. I always managed to get invited to those. A couple of times I was the centerpiece of five-ways - even a seven-way once - and though it's awkward to be kneeling over one guy with him in your cunt, another behind you in your ass, one standing fucking your mouth, one to each side letting you jerk them off and another pair rubbing their dicks on your legs and feet, most times they'd simply take turns, fucking me one after the other until they were done. Then we'd sit up and pass around another joint.

But it wasn't like I was the only female who ever showed up to party. There were at least seven other girls who came over regularly, all of them basically hippy girls like me, and all of us drawing the bees to our honey in one room or another. Weirdly though, even with all that going on just about every night of the week, I never made it with any of the other girls. It's not like they weren't in the same room with me while we were getting it on with the guys, but even when it was a regular threesome - one dude and me and another chick doing him - when it came down to going down on each other, well, it somehow never happened. Maybe I was a little shy about it or something; though I'm definitely not shy in any other way.

I wanted to though - I mean I was up for it if they were - but well, maybe it was them too. I guess not every girl can see herself eating out another chick or something.

But one evening we're listening to listening to Hendrix and passing the bong around because he'd just passed on - you know, celebrating his spirit - and this new girl walks in. Well, more like she sort of crept in.