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In the morning, Sara woke early, feeling exhilarated and satisfied. She was hungry and thirsty, too, so she slipped out of bed and made for the main kitchen. She drank a quart of water, but there wasn´t anything there she wanted to eat so she took a shower and went out onto the lawn. Someone was swimming up and down the big pool and she slipped quietly in and swam gently, staying out of the way of a serious swimmer while loosening muscles that had gotten a lot of exercise during the night. The swimmer splashed to a halt near her. It was Bert, the teenager she had met the previous afternoon. He smiled at her and came over to talk.
“Good morning,’ he said. “You look like you got some rest last night. You looked pretty beat yesterday afternoon.’
“Well, I feel better, Bert,’ Sara said, “but I´m not sure it was rest that did the trick. I spent most of last night screwing with three other people. But, whatever it was, I feel a lot better today. You´re up early today, aren´t you? When I was your age, it took all morning to get me out of bed.’
“Well, I like the exercise I can get in this pool, but unless I come early, I can´t really swim laps. It´s too bad they don´t have it open on weekday mornings. I´d like to do this a couple of mornings a week before work or school.’ The young man heaved himself lightly out of the pool and sat on the edge looking down at Sara.
“Say, I like the way your breasts float,’ he said, “that´s great.’
Sara laughed. “Nothing I can do about it. It´s sort of a built-in life preserver. But, aren´t you hungry? Or, have you already eaten?’
“Yeah, I´m really hungry,’ Bert replied, “but there´s nothing to eat here except stuff in the vending machines – chips and stuff. I´ll go into town. That´s what I usually do.’
“Well, I´m hungry, too, but I´ve got food in the guest house if you want to join me for breakfast. Anyway, I want to talk to you. What do you say?’
Bert reached a hand out and Sara pulled herself out of the pool, her breasts bouncing wildly, water splashing all over the place. Bert rose and grabbed her around the waist as the water streamed off her and pulled her to him. Sara returned the kiss he gave her, held him tight for moment, then went to grab towels from a near-by stack. She threw one to Bert and began drying herself. When they were done, they headed for the house.
In the kitchen Sara started coffee, then, feeling Bert close behind her, she turned and put her hands around his waist and pulled him against her hips. She reached between them to pull his penis up against her tummy and felt it start to grow. She kissed him deeply on the mouth and let their tongues play with each other for a moment. “Coffee will take a few minutes,’ she began. “Why don´t we fuck?’ they both continued simultaneously. By now, Bert was hard.
Laughing, Sara led the way to the bedroom and together they pulled the cover from the bed. As they finished, their eyes met across the bed and they smiled as they began to crawl on hands and knees toward each other. When they met, their bodies rose to embrace each other, then fell to the bed as they began to caress and excite each other more. They gave each other almost ten minutes of nibbling, touching, kissing and rolling around on the bed before she allowed Bert to slip between Sara´s slippery lips. Sara was impressed that several times Bert had been in a position to enter her, but had chosen instead to pursue some other equally simulating opportunity. By the time Bert bottomed out in her, Sara was hot as hell. She came almost immediately. Then she chuckled deeply and began to give Bert her best.
They made love slowly and seriously, Bert doing his best to make Sara come as often as possible. Sara returned the favor by squeezing him with her muscles, but not letting him come too soon. She treated his shaft to every nook and cranny of her insides and worked to bring it to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to relax and soothe him until he cooled enough to last a little longer.
Finally nothing could be done to delay him and Bert totally lost control, begging her for release. “God, Sara, please let me come, my balls are going to blow up,’ he said, and his pelvis began to thrust back and forth, completely involuntarily, pounding her, ramming her depths.
“Go for it, Bert,’ she said, turning her hips loose and returning his thrusts until she felt him shoot deeply inside her and heard his cries as the orgasm claimed his senses.
Bert collapsed on her firm breasts, breathing heavily, moaning and exhausted. Sara caressed his head and back with her hands until he lifted his head and looked into her eyes, only inches from him.
“I´ve never had anything like that,’ he said. Sara kissed him gently.
Soon, they rolled apart and, arms around each other´s waist, walked back to the kitchen. Coffee was ready and soon bacon and eggs and English muffins began disappearing into their stomachs.
“Bert, I want to know some things from you,’ Sara said between mouthfuls. “Nothing personal, really, unless you want to share something with me. I want to know some things about this club and how you feel about it.’
“Well, you know, Sara, I really like it. I mean, it´s a great place for someone like me. I can exercise, and I get all the sex I want. And I don´t have to pay for it – my folks do. I´d be pretty dumb not to like it.’
“But you do have some things you´d like to change, don´t you?’ Sara asked. “And what do the other kids in your school say when you disappear into the wall? Don´t they wonder what´s going on in here?’
“Yeah, well they pretty much know what´s going on. I mean, most of us fuck other kids in town who don´t belong, and those we don´t fuck we hang out with some of the time. Word gets around.’
“What word, Bert? What do they really know about the place?’
“Well, they mostly know we all get laid in here. Pretty much without restrictions. None of us really tries to pretend otherwise. And all the girls who come here are pretty active with other guys in school. I guess there a few tight-ass kids who aren´t up on it, but pretty damn few. Even they suspect, I´m sure.’
“Do they know that everyone here goes around naked?’
“I don´t know, but I don´t think so. They really don´t know anything for sure, not any details, but they know about fucking. That´s really all kids my age care about, most of the time. Anyway, it seems like that.’
“What about the adults? Do they know you fuck older women? Do they know about the girls fucking older men?’
“No, not really. We don´t talk much about details, although I suppose some word must get out. None of us wants the place closed down, so we really don´t say too much. Some of the kids are a little jealous, but the ones who are jealous about someone getting laid a lot can get laid a lot anyway.’
“What do you mean, Bert?’
Well, we sort of all talked it over, us guys and girls, and we decided that any of the kids who got real curious, we´d sort of take care of them.’
“Take care of them in what way?’ Sara´s concern sounded in her voice.
“Don´t get me wrong, Sara. If one of the girls wants to know what I do in here, I take her pants off and show her. Same with the guys, if they want to know about what the girls do, they get a good fucking for their curiosity. It means none of us gets pressure from the others, and it means that the ones who really want to know what they´re missing don´t really miss anything. We don´t want to spoil a good thing, is all. And, it means more sex for everyone.’
Sara smiled, then said, “Sort of a mutual protection society, isn´t it? But don´t their parents know, or suspect?’
“I don´t know if you´ve noticed, but as long as things are quiet, parents don´t pay much attention to what their kids are doing. My parents are different, of course, they talk to me and I like to talk to them. They understand me and they love me. We´ve been close ever since I can remember. We really don´t have any hang-ups or secrets.’
“I wonder if you know how unusual that is, Bert,’ Sara asked.
“Oh, hell yes, I do,’ Bert replied. “Some of the kids I know in town are jealous as hell that I have such a good thing with my folks. But most of us at the club have the same thing in our families. When one of us has a problem, we work it out.’
Breakfast had disappeared, and Sara started stuffing things into the dishwasher and cleaning up. Bert got up without prompting and efficiently helped her.
“What do you think would happen if the grown-ups in town found out what we´ve got here?’ Sara asked as she wiped up the table, her breasts swaying as she leaned over to reach the corners. Bert watched her work, his eyes following her body.
“I don´t know, but I guess there´d be hell to pay. You know, they tell us not to screw our sisters or brothers here, and not to fuck our parents. ‘Specially the fathers, they´re not supposed to lay a hand on their daughters while they´re in the place. People outside really get bent out of shape about that, but it does happen here. I´ve seen it. And, to be frank, it was my mother took my cherry and taught me a lot of what I know.’
“Well, she did a good job, though you obviously have plenty of practice. Now aside from being against the law, Bert, fathers fucking daughters gets people really upset. Like, into the jug and throw away the key. Nobody ever seems to say anything about mothers who fuck their sons, I´ve noticed. It´s just as illegal, but somehow you never hear about it. But you´ve got to admit there are plenty of men who would force their daughters.’
“Yeah, I guess so. Most everyone seems to think sex is wrong, but I can´t see it.’
Bert rose from where he was sitting and came up in front of Sara, who was leaning back against the sink. He put his hands on her waist and brushed his chest across her nipples. Sara felt his penis skip across her thighs and momentarily press against her bush. Sara put her arms around him resting her hands on his buttocks. His penis nestled between her thighs, and she could feel it begin to grow between the hairs of her bush. She let it slip between her legs.
“Bert,’ she said, kissing him gently here and there, “you´re what, seventeen?’
Bert nuzzled her neck, trailing kisses up and down. “Seventeen and a half,’ he mumbled.
“You´re one of the most competent lovers I´ve ever had, and I´m proud to say I´ve had a lot of men. At your age, how come?’
Bert lifted his head to look at her, his cock hard between her legs, his chest pressed firmly against her breasts, his hands caressing her gently. “When she started teaching me, Mom told me then that just sticking it in wasn´t all that interesting for her, so she showed me how to make love to her. How to get her interested, get her hot, how to eat her pussy and how to fuck her so that she got off a lot and really enjoyed it. And she showed me how she could make it better for me. And I guess you could say, I just kept on practicing.’
Sara felt him throbbing between her thighs, and turned away from the counter. She took him in her hands and bent down to slip him deeply into her mouth. When she had bathed its full length, she began to draw him in the direction of the bedroom. “Go on,’ she said, “but I want you to make love to me again.’
“Well, when I started fucking other girls, like the girls here at the club and at school,’ Bert continued as they walked through the living room, “I found out that the things I´d learned worked even better on them. I know it sounds corny, but making love beats just fucking any day.’
Sara had reached end of the bed, and sat down to feast on Bert´s hardness. “It doesn´t sound corny to me, Bert. You can make love to me any time.’ She took him deeply into her mouth again. After a moment, Bert pulled her mouth off his organ and lifted her knees into the air. Sara let herself fall back on the bed as Bert´s talented tongue dove into her, exploring her labia and clit and bringing her to a sudden and furious orgasm. Almost as soon as it began, Bert lifted her legs even higher and sank into her wetness, beginning a slow friction. They kept it up while Sara came again.
“I want to get on top of you, Bert,’ Sara said when she regained her breath. They turned around on the bed and Sara sank onto him. Her breasts dangled forward and Bert began to play with her nipples.
“Suck them, Bert,’ Sara commanded, and felt him inhale first one nipple, then the other, caressing the fullness of her breast as she lifted her hips and sank onto him again. Time seemed to be suspended for them and they went on for a long time. Sara´s orgasms came often and she made every effort to massage Bert with her inner muscles. They rolled around on the bed, lying side by side, then Bert on top, then back again. For a while Sara took him from behind, letting him play with her breasts and caress her clit, lying spoon-style, then on her hands and knees. She came almost continuously, and finally, when Bert was on top of her again, she came again. “Bert, you bastard, you´ve been fucking me forever and you´ve made me come a hundred times. Aren´t you ever going to come?’
“This is so great, Sara,’ he said, sweat on his forehead. “I just want to keep on forever, but it´s taking all the control I´ve got.’
Sara shuddered again in orgasm. “It is great, Bert, but right now, I´m going to get you off.’
“Just try it,’ Bert said with a grin, grinding deeply inside her and pressing the base of his shaft against her clit, making her come yet again.
With an evil grin, Sara gripped him in her vaginal muscles and began to rotate her hips, dragging the sensitive head of his tool around her depths and battering it with the bulge of her cervix.
“Oh, God,’ Bert said, then grinned at her, pulling himself back, with difficulty, to the mouth and slamming forward again and again. Sara was coming continuously now and she redoubled her efforts to conclude one of the most satisfying love sessions she could remember. She wrestled Bert onto his back and began to bounce on top of him, driving him deeply into herself, twisting her hips and squeezing him. Finally she succeeded and Bert came. “Oh. Ah,’ he yelled, and grabbed Sara´s shoulders, bringing her breasts tight against his chest and he kissed her all over the parts of her face, neck and chest he could reach. He throbbed deeply inside her again and again, going on for what seemed a long time. Sara herself, even though her orgasms had been virtually continuous, felt herself reach a special peak of pleasure as she let herself collapse on top of Bert.
They rolled to one side and lay resting, breathing heavily for some minutes, holding each other tenderly and making small noises of thanks and pleasure each understood without words. Bert went soft, but the head of his penis stayed captured inside Sara as the warm mix of fluids somehow held them connected. She gently pressed her muscles around him, enjoying the pleasure.
Some time later, they rolled to the side of the bed and, not wanting to separate too far, walked arm in arm into the bathroom. They went to the shower wall and stood under the spray for a while, then each disappeared briefly into the toilet. They soaped each other all over, spending extra time caressing with soapy hands the parts that had brought them so much pleasure. Bert´s fingers slipped around and into her and then briefly into her asshole. For just a moment, Sara let his finger sink into her, returning the pressure with a subtle motion of her buttocks, then pulled away. Their eyes met and they grinned.
“I´ve never done that, Bert,’ she said, “and I don´t think I want to now. But, if I change my mind, you´ll be one of the first to know.’
Eventually they were dry, the bed was re-made, and they walked out of the house and onto the yard. Sara kissed Bert deeply as they parted. They did not seem to need to say more. Before long, Sara was lying in the sun, reading a book she had brought. On the other side of the garden, she noticed Bert lying beside a naked, pretty teenage girl, talking and stroking her back.
Full of good feelings, she dozed off in the warm sunshine.