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As the afternoon began to wane, Sara read on and turned her body in the sunshine. Around her, people went on swimming, playing, talking, behaving completely normally, except that they were all naked, and frequently were making love in one form or another.
As she turned a page in her book and began to read the next, a man´s voice spoke to her.
“May I interrupt you?’
The man was about fifty with dark, graying hair. He had broad shoulders, a beard that reminded Sara of Steve Calvin´s, and a small paunch. He was uncircumcised.
“You´re really not interrupting anything,’ Sara said. “I´m just sort ´lluding out, soaking up the rays. Please, sit down.’
“Thanks. You must be Sara Compton, and I´m Robert Mulligan. That´s my wife over there. Her name is Sarah, too. Do you spell yours with an Aitch?’
The woman Robert pointed to was a sort of pudgy person lying on the other side of the pool. She waved back when her husband pointed her out. A copious breast wobbled on her chest.
“No, just S A R A. Pleased to meet you.’ Sara once again experienced the incongruity of shaking hands with a naked man, especially as she was lying down with her legs spread and the folds of her sex quite visible. Robert sat tailor-fashion on the lounge with one of his knees in Sara´s lap.
“Well, I just wanted to invite you to dinner with Sarah and me and a few others. Charity told us you were visiting, and we sort of make a hobby of getting to know people right away. Will you join us later?’
“Yes, of course, that´s very nice of you,’ Sara said. Robert showed no indication of leaving having delivered his invitation, so Sara just waited to see what he would do or say.
“As I say, we make a hobby of getting to know new people. Do you have any particular plans for this evening? Usually, on Saturday nights, a bunch of us, anybody who doesn´t have any real plans, that is, we get together up in the Mattress Room. You know the place I mean?’
Sara recalled the room upstairs that was wall-to-wall mattresses. “Yes, I think so,’ she replied.
“Well, what I mean is, we all go up there, a bunch of us, and just sort of let things take their course.’
“An orgy, you mean?’ Sara asked. Robert seemed a little uncomfortable, but she couldn´t really see why. He had clearly made similar invitations before.
“Well, I guess you could call it that. Really, we just all like each other, and we just go ahead and let it all hang out.’
Sara suddenly realized the man´s problem. He was getting an erection and, cross-legged as he was, couldn´t do anything to hide it. She smiled to herself and raised her arms to stretch, bringing her breasts high on her chest, and twisted a bit to make them sway. Robert got harder. Sara made a point of not looking at him, although she noted that Robert took a good look at her.
“That sounds like fun,’ Sara said. “If nothing more attractive comes up, I think I might join you, if that´s all right?’
Robert smiled broadly and nodded. “Sure it is, Sara. How about dinner at six with us, then we´ll wander up when we feel like it.’
“Well, dinner at six sounds great, Robert, but how about giving me a little something right now?’ Sara reached for Robert´s penis, grasping it and slipping the foreskin back to expose the tip. “Will Sarah get upset if you fuck me right now?’ she asked.
Robert´s hand found her breast and lifted it, his thumb passing over her nipple. Sara turned, offering it to him, and rose, her mouth lifting toward him for a kiss. Her hand closed warmly and softly around his penis. She could feel wetness begin to leak from the end, and she spread it back along the length of it. It was nice and long, and she knew it would feel good inside her.
They kissed briefly, and Sara put her arms around Robert´s neck. Then she leaned back, making sure her nipples were still in contact with his chest. She said, “I am new here, Robert, and I don´t want to cause any problems. Tell me really, will Sarah mind if you fuck me?’
“Hell no, Sara. She´ll probably come over and join in. In fact, we have a little bet going. She bet me I couldn´t fuck you.’
“What will you win if you get into me?’ Sara kissed him again, pressing her breasts against him and reaching for him again.
“The pleasure of your company, my dear, that´s all,’ Robert replied. “Some things are their own reward.’
“Stick it in me, Robert,’ Sara said, sinking back on the lounge. “Stick it in me, right now.’
Robert rose from his tailor´s posture and knelt between Sara´s thighs. His penis stood straight before him and he looked down at her. Her legs were spread wide and her breasts were firm on her chest, the nipples rigid with lust. He leaned down to put his hands on either side of her and she took him and placed him between the folds of her sex. In an instant he was deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and put her legs around his waist, so that her heels were between his thighs. They lay a while, becoming accustomed to one another, Sara humming as she felt her vagina adjust to his hard member.
“Nice, Robert. Kiss me a while.’ Their mouths met and their tongues mingled. The feeling in her loins grew stronger and more urgent as Sara felt Robert´s weight against her breasts, his rigidity waiting deep inside her. Their hips began to move at the same time.
Robert slid in and out of her. Sara loved the feeling. She squeezed him and hugged his body and fucked him with total abandon, without the slightest feeling of guilt or restraint. As they fucked, Sara became aware that Sarah Mulligan had indeed come over to watch them, sitting on the edge of the lounge only inches away from their writhing bodies. She smiled at her lover´s wife and went right back to doing what she knew she was good at, and enjoying it.
They both came before long – it was not a loving fuck, but a physical one – and they both felt great as a result. When Robert had withdrawn from Sara´s glowing body, he sat up, hugged his wife, and kissed her soundly.
“You won the bet again, you rascal,’ she said to him with a warm and loving smile, then turned to Sara. “I love it when he scores like that. He feels like he´s the greatest stud in the universe, and then he takes it out on me. I hope you don´t mind.’
“Sarah, any time I can help you out, you just send him over to me,’ the younger woman said with a laugh. “If the dinner invitation is still open, is there anything I can do?’
“Of course, it´s still open. As for helping out, just make sure that, if I´m getting laid, the steaks don´t burn.’
.oOo.
By six o´clock, Sara had been to the sauna and had a swim. She felt wonderful and generally at peace with herself. When she joined the Mulligans, there were four other couples with them, all preparing for dinner. The men were assembled in a group, talking sports and telling lies, and the women – who were taking care of the food – were talking children and telling just as many lies.
“Where are your children?’ Sara asked one of the women.
“Oh, they´re at home. We don´t let them come here, of course,’ she replied.
“'Of course?' Why not?’ Sara asked.
“Well, we don´t want them to get involved in things too early, you know. It´s just not a good idea.’
“How old are they? And what do they do while you´re here at the club?’
“Our girl is sixteen and our son is eighteen. They have dates tonight, and they´ll be home and in bed when I call them later. They´re very well-behaved children – we´re very proud of them.’
‘I´ll just bet,´ Sara thought, turning away from the discussion to help with the dinner preparations. ‘They´re probably having a party at home that makes this one look like a church picnic. And, when she calls, I´ll bet they´re either in bed with half the kids in school at the same time, or maybe with each other,´ Sara reflected.
The woman´s attitude struck Sara as totally hypocritical. In talking with the others, she found, however, that they all agreed. Sara pointed out to one woman that they were all there in the nude, and with plans for an orgy later in the evening.
“Well, it´s different. We´re old enough to handle it, you know, and it doesn´t really mean anything anyway. The sex, you know.’
Sara indicated that she didn´t 'know'.
“Well, the sex, it´s just routine. It lets the guys get their jollies and it keeps them from wandering all over the place, looking for younger girls. I don´t mind it really, but sometimes I´d like to spend a Saturday evening at home watching television.’
To Sara´s question, she replied, “Well yes, I sort of enjoy the sex. I usually come a couple of times. And then, my husband isn´t too pushy about having sex for a few days, so that gives me a little rest. It works out pretty well. Most of us think so.’
Sara had never – or at least seldom – found sex to be meaningless. Nor did she think that, because kids were kids, they had neither the ability to ‘handle´ sex nor the need to be taught to respect and enjoy its pleasures.
At dinner, the men came out of their group, and Sara found, to her surprise, that she had been provided with an ‘extra´ man to even off the numbers. He seemed nice enough and, when they sat down to eat at a picnic table a little away from the others, his bare thigh rested against hers comfortably enough. They talked, got acquainted a little. Finally, Sara´s curiosity won over her caution.
“I notice the men in this group all seem to stick pretty close together. It´s all guys and all girls, they don´t seem to talk to one another. What´s going on?’
“Yes,’ he replied, “and I was right in there with them, wasn´t I? Well, that´s just the way they are. This whole bunch. It´s an interesting change now and then, for me.’ He noted her expression of inquiry and went on. “I´m one of the single men who belongs to the club. I´m not married and don´t plan to be, but I like what´s on offer here. Because I´m their age, they ask me to ‘fill in´ when they are short of men for one reason or another. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don´t. It depends on whether I´m willing to accept their attitude on any given day.’
“You mean,’ Sara interpolated, “that promiscuity (I think that would be their word for it) is all right if it´s meaningless and if you´re ‘old enough to handle it´. What did you say your name was?’
“I´m Sam Wolff, with two F´s. Right. On all counts.’
“Is meaningless sex between not very interested adults your idea of fun?’ Sara asked him.
“Sara, I´m an opportunist. To put it bluntly, I´ll screw any woman once at least, probably more than that. I like it best when the woman is someone I genuinely like and is an interesting person. But, if a hungry cunt walks up to me and asks to be fucked, I can usually get my pants off in a big hurry. I´m not the only guy in the world like that, but I know it´s the way I am, and I try to be honest about it.’
“I certainly appreciate that,’ Sara said, mopping gravy off her plate with a piece of bread and popping it into her mouth. As she chewed, she thought for a moment and, when her mouth was empty, she said to Sam, “I want to see what you taste like, Sam. Kiss me, please?’
To her surprise, Sam stood up, but only to turn around on the bench, so that he could face her. His hand reached around just beneath her breast and gently drew her toward him. Their lips met and their tongues mingled for a few moments, then began a more serious exploration. One of Sara´s breasts was against Sam´s chest; the other was being explored by one hand as his other moved gently through her hair and across her back. It was a very satisfactory kiss.
“One of my favorite flavors is warm woman and good gravy,’ Sam said when they broke apart.
“Now, now, people, that´s enough of that,’ The insistent voice of one of the ladies interrupted their developing dialog. “There´ll be time enough for that when we get upstairs. Won´t there, Hon?’ she added, elbowing her husband. She and some of the other women got up and began putting things away.
“Sorry, Sam, I think I´m supposed to help do some of this. I´ll be right back.’ Sara took their plates and began to help with the cleanup work. As she bent between two men to clear some of the dishes from the largest table, one of them felt her breast, the other ran his hand up the inside of her thigh.
“Nice to meet you, Sara,’ the first man said, squeezing her, “I´m looking forward to more of you later.’
Sara was tempted to dump the dishes in his lap. Instead, she took them to where the cleanup was under way and found an excuse not to return to clearing off.
Sarah Mulligan had noticed the incident and said quietly to Sara, “Don´t pay any attention to him, Hon, he´s just a little horny, like the rest of them. They´ll be a lot quieter after we get them upstairs for a while.’
“Sarah, thanks for the dinner and the invitation to your sex party, but I´m not feeling up to it tonight,’ Sara told the woman in a quiet voice.
Then, Sarah said something that surprised her. “Some of our friends here take a little getting used to, Sara. Don´t hold it against them, they´re good people in their own way… Why don´t we say you think you´re getting your period?’ Seeing Sara´s expression, she continued, “It´s a little early, but better early than not at all, right?’
Actually, Sara´s period had never been one minute early or late since menarche. And, having her period had never once interfered with her sex life. Her lovers never cared if she was a little bloody, and neither did she. She experienced occasional discomfort, but no pains or cramps. Sara wondered briefly what these women would think of that; then decided that menstruation was probably just another excuse for them to avoid the necessity of sex.
Sara took the older woman´s arm and looked in her eyes. “Sarah, thanks for understanding. And I´ll be coming back, so we´ll see each other again. I´m looking forward to it.’
Sara took a cloth and went to mop the table she and Sam had been using. She looked at him. “Want to join me in a little while?’ she asked. When he smiled and nodded, she told him to ring the doorbell to the house outside the walls. “I´ll wait for you, but you don´t need to rush. I want to think a little. Give me an hour or so.’
As gracefully as she could, Sara made her excuses. It wasn´t hard since all the women were together doing the housework. She only needed to mention the possibility of her period coming to gain their sympathy. The men, of course, had gathered for more gossip and lies.
In the gate house, Sara went into the bathroom and started a tub. She found the bath foam Charity had used on Friday and poured in a generous amount. When the huge bath was deep enough, she stepped in and lay down, her head on a pillow at the end. The warm fragrant water rose around her.
Since she arrived on Friday morning, she had had sex with two boys and a girl. She had screwed Harry Hoyle. Then, there were three others, (one of them another woman) with whom she had spent most of the night – her first foursome. She had screwed and enjoyed Robert Mulligan, and she was probably going to screw Sam Wolff and enjoy that, too. The Mulligans had fed her dinner and women of the group had been pleasant and interested in her. So had the men, just not in a way Sara wanted to encourage at the moment.
Sara was really annoyed at the assumptions the women had revealed in their talk. Children (obviously anyone up to and over eighteen years old) were not to be included in ‘adult´ activities. Grownups could fuck anyone they wanted, but children couldn´t handle that. Group sex was a way to reduce the total demand for sex any one woman would have to bear.
Sara shook her head, reaching for a loofah sponge that sat in a willow basket by the edge of the tub. She scrubbed herself with it, feeling the fibers grate against her skin.
Nothing the group seemed to stand for was anything that Sara wanted to accept or live with. All her life, at least since she had decided to oppose her mother´s ideas, Sara had chosen her lovers individually. She had decided what as right for her, and what worked in real life. Screwing half the junior class had been a mistake, but in general it had been a lot of fun.
Not all her lovers had been people she wanted to see again. There were a few one-night-stands, a few ‘zipless fucks´. But not a whole lot. And she had to accept that after those things, she usually wasn´t too pleased with herself. What pleased her was finding a man she liked and enjoying the pleasure they both got from their bodies.
Sara thought about Ralph, who would normally be with her now at home, and felt a pang of regret at his absence. Ralph was a neat guy, funny, thoughtful and a great lover. And she thought about Steve, the elusive lover who had quite thoroughly changed her point of view about a lot of things. Enjoying a gang-bang with him had been one thing. To have him call and clearly want to continue a relationship afterward was not what Sara would have expected.
‘I´m certainly not your ordinary girl´, she thought, ‘but then, I don´t really know anyone who is. Unless...´ the thought made her shiver in the hot water, ‘unless the ordinary girls are Sarah Mulligan´s girlfriends.´ Then, in fairness, ‘But, probably not Sarah herself.´
Which was why, she guessed, she had turned tail and fled. She hadn´t cared for the hypocrisy and self-serving of the women in that group. She certainly didn´t like being treated like a piece of meat by the men. She had screwed Robert Mulligan, and enjoyed it. Then, she had run out of a situation where she would have screwed Mulligan again, as well as a bunch of his friends. She didn´t really think there would have been any girl-to-girl sex in that group, but that wasn´t the point. She had fled, not the prospect of sex – most of the guys looked like they were at least competent lovers. She had fled the prospect of having to screw a bunch of people she couldn´t really like, and who didn´t seem to care for her beyond what was between her legs or on her chest.
On the other hand, she had used Mulligan with pleasure and no second thoughts not long before. She hadn´t had any more thought for him as a person than the man who had grabbed her breast had for her.
‘I may be an easy lay, but I like getting laid. And sometimes I don´t care who it is,´ Sara said to herself. She let the water out of the tub and took a quick shower to soap off the remains of sun oil and supper that might still cling to her body. ‘I am an easy lay,´ she thought as she heard the doorbell ring. It was surely Sam Wolff, and she walked into the living room, still drying herself off, to let him in. As she went to key in the unlocking code, she finished the thought, ‘...but I know what I like and I stick to it. That´s what makes the difference´, She threw the towel across one shoulder and opened the door.