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Steve´s response was to wrap his arms around her and roll her onto her back, where he lifted on his elbows and began thrusting vigorously into her. His lips traversed her face, her throat, and reached for her ears. Sara thrust back at him, her hips rising from the bed. One hand wound through his hair and beard, the other caressed his back, his ass, reaching between his cheeks and tickling his balls. They made love as if they had never made love before, giving each other all the benefit of their wide experience. It was wonderful, and when their orgasms occurred together, it was with roars and cries and tears in both their eyes.
Eventually, Steve rolled to one side, keeping himself inside Sara and feeling her back and hips and breasts with his free hand. “Yes,’ he said, “I think I love you, too. That´s why I had to come here tonight and talk to you and get everything out in the open between us.’
Sara snuggled into the curve of his neck, licking up the salty sweat and the warm maleness of him. She wrapped her leg around his waist, feeling the wet warmth between their bodies. “Good,’ she said, “I loved the gang-bang we all had that night, but tonight I want you, and only you, and I want to spend all the time we need to talk and understand what we have. Even if I don´t sleep at all. And anyway, I want you inside me as much as I can, all night.
“Now, what´s all this shit you´ve been giving me about your past? As if I cared.’ Sara rippled her vagina along his shaft and pressed her breasts against his sweaty chest to emphasize her closeness and love.
Steve rose on one elbow and lifted her breast in his hand. He kissed the nipple, then looked into Sara´s eyes. “I´ve been looking all my life for a woman like you, Sara, and I thought I´d never find one. I´ve never found anyone who really enjoyed sex, and particularly no one else who is as open and ...’ Steve found himself at a loss for words.
Sara looked up at him. “Promiscuous?’ she suggested.
“No, that´s not what I mean,’ Steve said with a smile and a kiss on her nose that slid to her lips. “But I do mean that one thing I love about you is your willingness to fuck just about anyone you like. You do, don´t you? I´m right about that?’
“Yes. You asked me about that once before. I have six guys I fuck on a regular schedule, and a bunch of other guys I fuck when I can. And a while ago, I learned to eat pussy, as long as we´re being wide open about this. But what in hell has my being an easy lay got to do with it? Maybe you better start at the beginning, Steve.’
Sara rolled over, letting Steve´s penis slip out of her. She rose from the bed. “I´ve got to pee. Why don´t you open one bottle of wine and ice the other?’ She went off to the bathroom, leaving the door open as she sat on the toilet. Steve brought the bottle of wine into the bathroom and opened it there. When Sara had finished wiping herself, he handed her a glass. Sara rose, flushed, and took a sip of wine. She moved close to Steve, pressing her body against him, grabbing his penis with her free hand, and said “I want this back inside me as soon as possible, you know. Kiss me.’
The kiss was brief, and when they reached the bed again, Steve slipped his limp member into her still-wet vagina. They arranged pillows and settled in to talk, still joined at the hips, the bottle of wine not far away.
“I´m going to take you at your word, Sara, and start at the beginning,’ Steve said.
“The first time I woke up with a hard-on, I played with it until I came. I jerked off every chance I got after that. But, I really didn´t know what my cock was for. My folks never told me, and I wasn´t the kind of kid that hung around with the guys enough to find out from them. Probably they didn´t know either.
“When I started going out with girls, they got real upset when I tried anything with them, like playing with their breasts, or anything. At least for a while. Then, when I was about sixteen, one girl let me screw her and I discovered what that was about. I loved it, and I wanted to do it all the time, instead of pulling on my pud. But, the girl who let me do it the first time didn´t want to do it as often as I did, and she finally dropped me.
“I found another girl, and we fucked for a while, just about every afternoon after school. And then I noticed that there were a lot of girls, and they were almost all of them worth fucking. I started to play the field, and it got to where I was screwing about seven or eight girls on a pretty regular basis. I loved it, and they didn´t object. One or two of them wanted me to be more exclusive, but I didn´t want to limit myself, and they either gave in or went away.’
“You must have been a real charmer, Steve,’ Sara said. “Fuck ´em and leave ´em if they don´t like it as often as you want.’ She hugged him as she said it to cushion the effect of her words.
“In a way, you´re right, Sara. But, I learned pretty quick that you´ve got to like a person to have good sex with them, and you´ve got to treat them right if you want to keep on. It works both ways, too. Some of the girls I knew in college were real cock-busters. Screw you and then kick you in the balls one way or another.
“Anyway, I found out that if I only fucked girls I liked and made sure they knew I liked them, I had a pretty good sex life. But I wanted more. I wanted a long-term relationship. So about two years out of college, I married the girl I liked the most.’
“What went wrong?’ Sara asked.
“A couple of things. I liked Alicia a lot. In fact, I loved her. We´d been lovers for about three years, and she never complained about my going with other girls, even though she knew perfectly well I was fucking them. For all I know, she had other guys as well, but I don´t know for sure – I just assumed she did, and she knew it.’
“Getting married changed that, right?’ Sara asked.
“Yeah. Now I was her property, I guess, and I couldn´t look at anyone else. Now understand me, when I promised, in the marriage ceremony, to be faithful to her, I meant it. But it didn´t work out that way.
“At first it was all right. We made love like minks in springtime for months after the wedding, just about as often as we were physically able – and I loved it. But then Alicia told me she wasn´t enjoying it any more, and she wanted to slow down, not have sex so often. I did everything I could to turn her on, to make sex with her as good as possible, but she really just wasn´t that interested.
“Now I was just as interested as ever. Maybe more, because – well, you know that a long-term relationship tells you how to please someone even better. And I nearly went nuts, with a hard-on all the time and jerking off in the men´s room at work.’
“And then, you started fucking other girls.’
“Well, that did happen once. On a trip I ran into one of my girls from college, and we went at it until we were both sore. But I felt bad about it, and I made sure it didn´t happen again.
“No, what really happened was that, one day, Alicia asked me for a divorce. When I asked her why she told me she couldn´t take my constant sexual attention. She´d always been willing enough before, but suddenly she wasn´t interested, and she even told me that, now that she was grown up, she didn´t need to fuck like a teenager any more.
“I thought I was going crazy. I mean, here I was, horny all the time, and she was too grown up for sex. We got the divorce and I went back to keeping a stable of girls.’
“That sounds real great, Steve, a stable of mares always ready to fuck.’ Sara sipped her wine and twisted to reach for the bottle and pour more for Steve. Steve took the opportunity to bend down and inhale her nipple.
“Sort of like your stud farm, Sara,’ he retorted. “The trouble is, I´ve never been happy with it. I´ve wanted someone I could love, but who likes sex the way I do – lots of it, and lots of variety – yet someone I can respect.’
“And you´re telling me that you respect me? Me, who has six guys I fuck every week, and a list of extras in case of emergency. Someone who´d go to bed with you the first time we go out and fuck two of your friends into the bargain. I don´t get it, Steve. I have a hard time respecting myself some days.’
“What I love about you, Sara, is that you can say to me that you have six guys you fuck and all that. You don´t hide it; you don´t apologize for it. You obviously like it. And I know, as sure as my cock is in your cunt right now, that you´re always going to need lots of fucking and lots of different men. Even if you do love me as you say.’
Sara drained her glass and put it aside. She pulled herself tight against Steve´s chest and grabbed his ass, making him slide deeper inside her. “Oh, Steve, I don´t know how you know me so well. I can get along without getting laid every day if I have to, but I don´t like it. I can get along without a lot of different lovers, but I really like it a lot, having different men. And I like them, too, as people. I love them, Steve, I really do. I love all six of my guys, each in his own way, even though I´m not in love with any of them. And I´ve learned, in the last few weeks, that I´m not alone. There´s lots of other men and women like us.
“A friend of mine explained it. I´ve got hot pants, Steve. I was born that way. I´ll fuck anyone I like well enough, and it isn´t hard to like most people. It´s taken me all this time to figure out that it´s just the way I am, and there´s nothing wrong about it. And since I can´t change it, I might as well enjoy it. And I do love you, Steve. Can you believe that? I´m in love with you. Even though I´ll be fucking Jerry tomorrow night and Milton on Wednesday and loving it?’
“Yes, I can, Sara. I was fucking Lois last night, and it was great. I like her a lot, just the way you like your guys. When we were done, before we fell asleep, I thought of you probably getting laid, too. And I knew I´m in love with you. It doesn´t have to make sense, Sara. It´s just that we´re so much alike. We both like the same thing.’
“Sex,’ Sara said.
“Yeah. No. Love. It´s loving we like, not just sex.’ Steve kissed her. They lay close together, feeling each other all over, touching, arousing and stroking. Steve was more than half hard inside her, and Sara took him deeper, and stroked him, moving her hips gently and slowly as they shared the moment.
“Well, I do need to understand one thing,’ Sara said. “I didn´t really understand it then, and I still don´t. How come you took me out, fucked me, got me to fuck your friends, and now you tell me you understand how it is with me? How do you know that I am the kind of woman you say I am? You haven´t known me that long, and you haven´t seen me since that night.’
“I know that, but I do think I know you better than I have a right to.’ Steve rolled Sara up on top of him, played with her breasts as he continued. “You´ve always been honest with me, Sara. You look me straight in the eye and tell me what you think. You did that the first day I met you at the hotel. Then later, when I asked you for a down and dirty strip joint, you sent me to one.
“The evening we spent together, you were absolutely honest and straight. At dinner you made it clear you wanted to fuck me. When I suggested bringing the boys in, you played it straight. No phony protest, no goody-goody. You enjoyed every minute, and you didn´t care who knew it. Then, the next time I talked to you, you were just the same. Still the best hospitality manager I know, still the most honest woman I know, and you were able to tell me how much you enjoyed our date. I was certain that, if you hadn´t done the same thing before, you were certainly not new to screwing a lot of men. Not all at once, maybe, but I was certain you like a lot of variety and a lot of cock. That´s how I know about you – from you, yourself. And I´m glad, because you´re what I´ve been looking for.’
“Thank you, Steve. That means a lot. I´ve never really thought anyone would love me once they knew the real truth. We need to talk about that some more.
“But, now it´s my turn,’ Sara said, bouncing up and down on him. “Want to hear about my new job?’
“I don´t know,’ Steve said. “I think I like what you´re doing better.’
“Tough,’ said Sara, rolling their bodies back side-by-side. “I´ve been offered the perfect job for the woman you have me figured for. I´m going to manage a fuck palace.’
“What,’ said Steve, “a whorehouse?’
“No, silly. A very exclusive, high-toned club with more than three hundred families as members. And they all get together at the club-house – it´s a gorgeous place – and wander around naked and fuck anyone anytime they feel like it.’
Sara told Steve about the club and its premises in detail. She described, in professional terms, the opportunities she saw there and the problems, too. Then she told him about her visit to the club and in detail about each of the sexual adventures she had had there. By the time she was finished, Steve was hard as a rock inside her, and she made love to him fiercely, rolling around across the bed, their bodies feasting on each other. She came several times, and finally she said to Steve, between gasps for breath, “Why don´t you come?’
“It´s all I can do, not to come, you wonderful thing. But I want to keep this up all night, and I´d better not come right now. Besides, I´m getting hungry.’
“So am I,’ Sara said with a leer, “but I´m going to make you eat me later. Right now, let´s order dinner.’ Sara grabbed Steve´s back and rolled him to the edge of the bed where she could reach the phone and called room service.
“Good evening, Ms. Compton,’ the room service operator answered. “May I help you?’
Steve had disentangled himself from Sara and was looking at the room service menu. He showed Sara a menu selection of Chateaubriand for two, and Sara nodded.
“Yes, I´d like to order the Chateaubriand, please, medium rare. And coffee and dessert with it.’ Steve had returned to the bed and was licking her flanks, tickling her breasts with his beard. Sara giggled.
“One Chateaubriand for two, medium rare,’ confirmed the operator with a knowing smile in her voice. “And, may I suggest, as an hors d´oeuvre, a dozen oysters?’
Sara laughed heartily, “You bet you can, honey. Thanks a lot for the suggestion. Better make it two dozen. I could probably use some myself.’
Sara hung up the telephone and grabbed Steve by the shoulders. “Listen, you lovely, horny bastard. You´re going to fuck me again, right now. I´m going to make you come like you never did before, and I´m not taking no for an answer. And I´ll be responsible for keeping you hard the rest of the night, Okay? If I can´t get you hard, then it´s time for a nap. I know how you men are after a nap. Just the way I like you.’
As she spoke, Sara took Steve in her hand, and bending down, slipped him between her breasts and began to massage him. In no time he was hard again, and Steve pushed her back on the bed, throwing himself between her legs and entering her deeply. They began a hard, steady rhythm, each of them trying for maximum pleasure for themselves as well as the other. Probably because they had already made love several times, neither was in a rush. Sara came often, of course, but not with the special splendor she identified with a mutual orgasm. She was just doing her natural thing, coming easily and naturally, over and over again. For a while, Steve was on top of her. He would thrust into her for a while until she came, then as she shuddered and her body vibrated with pleasure, he would kiss her face, ears, and all over her upper body, sucking her nipples and licking her armpits, ears and every other erogenous zone he could find. Whenever Sara stopped coming, he would go back to fucking her.
“Jesus, Steve, did you do this to Alicia, too? How in hell could anyone outgrow this?’
“Well, I´ve learned a lot since then, I guess, thanks to the women I´ve known. But yeah, I guess you could say Alicia and I did this a lot. Funny girl. Can´t figure her out. But she´s all grown up now, so I guess she´s happy.’
Sara laughed and hugged Steve close. She rolled him over and lifted herself over him, her breasts brushing his chest. “Well, I hope so, because I sure am. And now, Mr. Calvin, I´m going to make you come.’
Sara made herself tight around Steve, and began to rise and fall upon him. Every time she felt his penis reach the back of her vagina, she twisted her hips to rub the hard nub of her cervix around the tip, then sank a little further onto him. Then she would lift up until he was barely inside her, pause for a moment and slam herself back down on him to repeat the whole thing. Steve´s face took on a look of wonder and determination.
“What are you looking so funny for?’ Sara asked, between repetitions of her maneuvers.
Steve´s voice sounded a little strained. “I´m trying to make this last as long as I can. It´s too good to stop and too good to last.’
Sara kept it up until the sweat was pouring off Steve´s entire body from his efforts at control. Just as she was certain she had him ready to come, they heard a knock at the door. It was certainly the waiter with their dinner. “Damn,’ said Sara. Then, she jumped off Steve and ran naked to the door, opening it for the surprised waiter. “Bring it in and put it in front of the couch,’ she said, and ran back to the bed. Steve had not had time to move and lay there with his wet, rigid penis sticking straight up. Sara climbed back on top of him and had it deep inside her again almost before he could speak.
“Sara...’ was all he could say before she closed his mouth with her lips. “Shut up, Steve Calvin. I said I was going to make you come, and I will.’ And she resumed the series of deep penetrations and cervix rubs that had had Steve on the edge of orgasm only moments before. Only now, they both heard the sounds of the waiter setting up the table behind them.
“Oh, waiter, when you´re done, bring me the check so I can sign it, will you?’
“Yes, ma´am,’ the man answered.
Sara decided to pick up her pace in order to make up for the interruption. Their bodies were glistening with sweat and the wetness of their crotches made slurping and slapping noises as she rose and fell on the hardness inside her. Steve began to return her thrusts, meeting her each time, and lifting her hips as she thrust them down. Sara had never felt herself so deeply penetrated. His hands played with her breasts, tweaking the nipples and kneading the full flesh.
And then, the waiter was beside the bed with the check and a pen. Sara stopped dead in her motion, took the paper and, placing it on Steve´s chest, signed it – adding a substantial tip. She handed it to the man, smiling, and said, “Thank you very much. Have a good evening.’
The man grinned broadly back. “Hope I have half as good an evening as you´re having.’ He turned and left, closing the door behind him as Sara went back to work.
“Wow,’ said Steve. “That´s the most wonderful thing I ever saw.’
“Well, you didn´t expect me to give up, just when I was about to get what I wanted, did you?’ Sara responded.
Steve´s response was to roll her on her back and take the initiative, thrusting into her hard and fast. “No, Sara, I sure don´t expect you to stop in the middle. And, I´m not going to either.’
They both were close to a mutual orgasm now, and for a few moments they thrust and ground at each other in silence. Then, the moment came and they both cried out their joy and completion and Steve fountained into Sara. It went on for a long time. Then they were through and their breathing returned to normal. Eventually Sara sat up on the bed.
“Look. He´s got everything on warmers. It´s not going to get cold. I´m famished, but how about a quick shower?’