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The two women chatted together for a while about children and life in general. Sara enjoyed the talk, although she found herself quite confused by the conflicting feelings she experienced as all around her, boys, girls, men and women in all combinations made love without so much as a thought of privacy or an attempt at concealment. It was not an orgy, merely a rather large group of people who, whenever and wherever the mood struck them, made love to each other.
Eventually Charity began gathering things together, telling Sara that soon Harry would be there with the things she had prepared for their dinner. Almost on cue Harry arrived, carrying a large cooler, which he placed near the barbecue to which the women had moved. He kissed his wife with enthusiasm and she returned his interest, both of them feeling each other all over. When they broke apart, Harry was half hard.
Charity introduced Harry to Sara. “This is Harry, my husband, my best lover, and the biggest thing in my life. I hope you like him.’
Harry was tall, well-built and bearded. He came to Sara and took her hand. For some reason, Sara was strongly attracted to him, and instead of simply shaking his hand, moved toward him, put her arms around him, and kissed him deeply. His erection slid up her belly, and she felt it pulse against her. He returned her embrace, and they rocked their hips back and forth for a moment, digging Harry´s penis into Sara´s tummy. “Oh, I like him just fine, Charity,’ Sara said, when they broke apart. “I know some of the reasons you like him already.’ Harry grinned at his wife almost sheepishly.
Charity was busy getting things ready for dinner – lighting the grill, laying out food. “Why don´t you two go finish what you´ve started and let me get the work done?’ she said, then looked at Sara with a smile. “I´ll have him for dessert, then maybe again for a nightcap. Enjoy yourself. I know Harry will.’
Sara wasted no time putting her arm around Harry´s waist. His arm went around her shoulder and they walked toward one of the wide lounges near the pool. The sun was getting lower in the sky and, though it was hot, the setting seemed right for them.
“Charity has really made me feel at home here, Harry. It´s quite a surprise, you know, but she´s made it seem so natural,’ Sara told him.
“Well, Sara, when I talked to you that day on the phone, I told Charity that I had never talked to anyone who seemed so much like one of us. I really felt you would fit in here fine. And then, when I heard about Charity´s visit with you, I knew I was right.’
They kissed, standing beside the lounge, then lay down, Sara´s body half-way on top of Harry, her breasts mashed on his chest and her thigh pressed between his. They felt each other all over, Sara´s hands cupping his balls and stroking his penis. Harry´s finger entered her, spreading the copious wetness around her lips. He rolled her backwards to reverse their positions and, with a single, long, slow stroke, buried himself deep in Sara´s vagina. Sara moaned against his lips and grabbed his hips to force the last tiny bit of him inside her. As he started to stroke into her, she rolled him back again, this time ending up on top of him where, without changing the tempo he had set, she began to rise and fall above him. He fondled her breasts, then felt her ass, finally slipping his finger between her thighs. As the first orgasm hit her, she dropped on Harry´s chest, and he rolled her over again and continued thrusting into her. Their pace was like a slow metronome where Sara´s orgasms seemed to hit her on every fifth stroke. Harry noticed this and began counting loudly, “One … two … three … four … FIVE!’ as Sara came again.
Sara laughed wildly, her legs kicking and her hips bouncing. Each time Harry got to five, as Sara had an orgasm, she cried out. “Wow. Whoopee. Five.’ Then, suddenly she was silent, although her motions showed she was still coming regularly. Sara was working on Harry with her well-trained internal muscles.
“One … two … WOW … three … UH … four … FIVE … OH GOD!’ Harry said, and collapsed, throbbing and pulsing inside Sara.
They lay together, breathing heavily and feeling each other, kissing and murmuring until Charity called to them, “Supper´s ready.’
Supper was simple but good: steak and raw vegetables, a good dessert, and a great local wine. Sara sat with Harry and Charity and the two children until they had eaten everything there was, then helped Charity with the cleanup. Around them other couples, families and groups, were doing much the same – eating, playing, and now and then, loving – as the mood took them.
“Sara,’ Charity said, “I think you need some time to look around this place, get acquainted, and make up your mind about what needs to be done and whether you want to do it. We´ll be around tomorrow, probably after noon, and if you want to talk, we can. But don´t feel you need to spend time with us, or anything. Talk to other people, see what´s going on and think about what you think needs to be done. We can talk sometime Sunday morning. What do you think?’
“I think that´s a good idea, Charity,’ Sara said. “I do need to get my own idea of the place and what it needs. And, after this week, I need to relax.’
“I just want to be sure you don´t get to thinking we´re ignoring you or something,’ Charity continued. “You know you are always welcome with us, and do please ask about anything you need to.’ The older woman smiled warmly and put her arm around Sara´s naked waist, pulling their bodies close. “And don´t forget we all love you.’
Sara returned the gentle hug and helped them pack things up for the night. In a few moments they were gone and Sara began to wander around the huge, lovely yard. The evening was getting on and, as darkness began to fall, she slipped into the pool and swam lazily around for a while, cooling off. She climbed out near the sauna house, where she could grab a big, fluffy towel to dry off with. As she was drying, a man came out of the sauna, dripping sweat, and jumped into the cold pool, splashing water all over the place. Some of it caught Sara on the back, its coldness running down between her buttocks.
“Hey,’ she yelped, “I just got dry. And that´s cold!’
The man looked up at her, the cold water still running down his face. He ducked under the water again, remaining for a long moment, cooling off from the heat of the sauna. Finally, he came to the edge of the pool and began to climb out.
“I´m sorry I got you wet,’ he said, “I was just so hot and I didn´t see you. Anyway, I love plunging in like that. It´s almost painful, but it feels good.’
Sara handed him a towel from the stack, and looked at him as he, too, began drying off. He was in his late twenties, probably only a little younger than she. He was well-built and tanned.
“I don´t mind, really,’ she said. “It just surprised me, I guess. You´re still breathing hard. Is that because you´re still hot or because you just got cold?’
“Mostly I´m still hot from the sauna. The water just cools off the skin the first time. Then you wait a while and go in again and you´re really cool again. What´s your name? Are you new? I´m Ken Morton.’ He held out his hand.
Sara thought it was a little odd to be shaking hands formally when they were both naked, but she had had no other experience of meeting naked people. She took his hand, which felt quite hot.
“I see what you mean. Your hand is still hot. I´m Sara Compton and yes, I´m new. I´m a guest of the Hoyles.’
“Nice to meet you,’ Ken said. “Have you ever tried the sauna? You might like it, but only if you don´t mind sweating like a pig and feeling incredibly clean and relaxed. This one is like the ones they have in Europe; it´s great.’
“I might, I don´t know. I´m kind of used to sweat from sunning, but I´ve never had a chance to try this. Would you show me what to do?’ Sara asked, taking in his trim figure.
“Sure, but you´ll have to let me cool off first,’ Ken said. His glance took in her lush body.
Sara was willing to wait a little, and they talked about each other, getting acquainted. As they talked, another couple approached from the house. Ken introduced them as Joan and Pete Crawford. Joan was blonde, with a slim figure and almost no breasts. Pete was big, beefy, but not fat, like a former athlete who had not entirely let himself go. They were planning to take a sauna and Joan gently reproached Ken for starting without them. They invited Sara to join them.
Joan explained the system. “It´s really hot in there, but there´s almost no humidity. We keep it about hot enough to boil water, just over 200 degrees. Every half-hour or so a machine dumps a little water on the heater and the humidity jumps about ten percent. That makes you feel as if it had gotten a lot hotter, and it makes you sweat more. After about 10 or 15 minutes altogether, you come out and cool off with a cold shower or a plunge, and when you´re feeling rested, you do it again. Afterwards, you´re ready for anything.’
“And, around here, you probably get it,’ Sara added, with a smile.
Joan looked at Ken and Pete. “I think this may turn out just fine,’ she said. “Ready?’ she asked, and opened the door so the four of them could hurry inside.
The room was spacious and fiercely hot. The entire room, walls and ceiling, was paneled in natural pine and glowed with subdued lighting. One of the walls was the heavy, thermal window Sara had seen during her earlier tour. It looked out on the grassy lawn. Sara´s three new friends climbed up the three ranks of broad benches and stretched out on the wood with towels spread underneath them. Sara spread her towel on one of the lower benches and sat cross-legged. She could feel that her head was noticeably warmer than her feet. Almost immediately she began to sweat. “Wow, it´s hot,’ she said.
“Do you want to try up here?’ Ken asked. “It´s even a little hotter, and hot is what we´re after.’ He sat up and moved over, making room.
“I´ll try anything once,’ Sara said, and climbed up next to Ken. It was hotter.
“You´re supposed to keep your towel under you all the time. The motto is, ‘No sweat on the wood´.’ Ken said.
“How long am I supposed to take this?’ Sara asked, the sweat pouring down her face.
“In about five minutes, now, there´ll be the water on the rocks, then we stay another five and go out.’ Joan answered. “You probably shouldn´t stay more than fifteen minutes at the most.’ She was stretched out on her back, her tiny breasts flat except for the sharp nipples, her bush wet with sweat. She laid her head on the bench next to Pete´s and they held hands.
Sara sat and chatted with Ken, explaining how she had come to the club but omitting the possibility of one day being its manager. The heat was ferocious and she sweat as she never did on her balcony. Then, suddenly, she heard the sound of water running and the fizz of water evaporating.
“Here it comes,’ Ken said, and wave of incredible heat hit Sara on the top of her head, then began to spread down her body. “Oh, my God,’ she said, “I´m burning up.’ She felt the sweat pour off her, then felt Ken´s hands on her back, rubbing off the sweat. It didn´t keep her from sweating, but it eased the near-pain of the heat. “Oh, yes, that helps a lot. Thanks,’ she said. In a few moments, the heat began to ease and Sara simply sat, pouring sweat onto the towel beneath her hips and feet.
“I don´t think I can take any more of this, guys,’ she said. “I´ve simply got to get out of here.’
“We all do,’ said Pete, leading the way to the door. He headed straight for the pool and plunged in, with Ken right behind.
“Don´t try that your first time, Sara,’ Joan said. “Come over here for a shower, instead.’ She went to a shower that began to gush a wide stream of water. Sara ran to get under it, only to discover that it was freezing cold. It felt wonderful, and she turned and soaked her steaming body in the flow of water until Joan pushed her aside.
“Give me a chance, will you?’ she laughed and turned under the stream herself for a few moments.
Afterward, the four of them walked on the lawn in the cool evening air for a time, then – still very warm – slipped into the cold water of the pool. They sat for several minutes on benches outside the sauna, talking, then went inside for another roasting.
This time, Sara sat next to Joan, and the two women took turns rubbing the sweat from each other´s heated bodies. Sara took a chance and ran her hands over Joan´s tiny breasts, and enjoyed the feeling when the other woman returned the favor. The heat in her body began to be reflected in her loins and she wasn´t really sure whether the wetness in her crotch was sweat or lust. Then the shower and the plunge into cold water made the question moot, at least until Joan spoke to her.
“Sara,’ she said, putting her arm around Sara´s waist, “We plan to spend the rest of the night in one of the rooms upstairs. Usually, it´s just Pete and Ken and me, but we´d like you to join us tonight, if you want to.’ She drew Sara closer, their bodies touching along their full length, Sara´s breasts pressing against the other woman´s.
By now, Sara felt cleaner than she had ever felt before, as well as totally relaxed, yet strangely invigorated. The wetness between her legs had reappeared after drying off, and she knew she was horny.
“You bet I do,’ she answered. “I don´t know if the sauna had anything to do with it, but I´m really ready for some loving, if you don´t mind my saying so.’
“I sure don´t,’ Pete replied. “I suspect you have exactly what I´m looking for myself.’
The four of them walked back to the club house. It was only about ten o´clock, but most of the children had left. There were a few older and some young people left, many of them entwined with one another in groups of varying composition. Pete was walking with Sara, their hands touching until Sara took Pete´s in hers and pulled his arm around her waist. He hugged her briefly, then reached for her full breast, cupping it before returning to her waist.
Sara asked him, “I´ve noticed that there are lots of women who love each other here, but I haven´t seen any guys doing it together. How come? Aren´t any of the guys here bi, or do you screen out gay men?’
“I don´t know how to answer that, really,’ Pete said. “Of course, I´m not on the membership committee, so I don´t really know what they do. I´ve always assumed that exclusive homosexuals of either sex aren´t prime candidates simply because everyone here screws everyone else, that´s the way it is. Me, I have no problem with handling another guy´s cock, or doing an occasional blow job. But what I like is cunt, to put it bluntly.
“I hope you don´t mind my stating the obvious, but that´s why you´re coming with us tonight, after all. And I guess, too, that a guy who spends his time getting off with another guy isn´t much use when it comes to fucking the horny broads we have around here. Now when the women go after each other, it doesn´t seem to cut into their enjoyment of the men. I guess that explains how I feel about it.’
“Well, it makes sense to me, too, so you must be right,’ Sara said. “And I guess I qualify as a horny broad, by any measure. I´ve really been enjoying myself today.’
They walked upstairs to the room with mirrors. The ceiling was all mirrors above the huge bed and there were mirrors on each side and at the end to give a good view to all participants. There were spaces without mirrors, too, so that it never made one feel dizzy or lost in the reflections. Sara thought that it must have taken a lot of thought and careful design to get the placements right. ‘And probably a lot of practice, too´, she thought with a smile.
The four of them stretched out on the bed together, and began caressing each other, kissing and feeling each other, men and women, without bothering which was which. Sara had Joan´s pussy in one hand and Ken´s penis in the other when finally Pete climbed between her legs. Ken reached over her thigh and took Pete in his hand, slipping him between the lips of Sara´s pussy and centering his friend´s shaft in the ring of her vagina. Joan squirmed around and, without losing contact with Sara´s hand, slapped Pete´s ass hard. With a yelp, he slammed into Sara with express-train speed, bottoming out inside her as their pelvises met.
“Ah, wow,’ Sara cried, “that sure breaks the ice, doesn´t it?’ She grabbed Pete´s ass in her hands and held him tightly to her.
“There´s no ice in here,’ Pete said, “I think you brought the sauna with you.’
“Shut up, Pete,’ Sara said, and started to move her hips, watching how he slid in and out of her pussy. She did not notice that Joan had stood up on the bed and climbed over them until she looked up into the ceiling mirror and saw Joan lowering herself onto Ken´s upright shaft. The sight of the four of them fucking made her hotter, and she and Pete rocked their bodies together working toward a first, mutual orgasm as quickly as possible.
Sara spent the night with them and they spent the time well, enjoying each others´ bodies and indulging any whim that took them. Once Ken started to press against Sara´s asshole, but when she protested, he quickly found another place to put it. Joan had no problem with anal sex, and Sara watched the other woman achieve several climaxes that way. They fucked and they sucked, generally without regard to sex. Several times, they formed a daisy chain, mouths to genitals for a time, until the men became hard enough to penetrate one or both of the women. Finally, exhaustion claimed them, and they fell asleep, wrapped together and semi-connected, with a light cover over them. In the night, Sara woke once to find Joan sucking her breasts, and returned the favor until each of them had a pleasant orgasm.