Volume 16: Welcome to the World

Charlene lifted her legs from the pool and stood up, smiling at us both as we approached. She embraced me, planting a warm kiss on my lips and pressing the sun-warmed flesh of her naked breasts against me.

"And you must be Selene," she said, turning to my sister, "I've been looking forward to meeting you."

Her brother pulled himself from the pool in one fluid movement, his shoulder muscles rippling under his tan.

"You remember Bruce?" Charlene said to me.

I nodded, admiring his athletic body and tanned skin. I glanced at Selene, who returned my look with a grin as wide as Charlene's. I shrugged my shoulders, bowing to the inevitable.

"Let's swim!" I suggested perkily.

Selene rapidly pulled off the light summery dress she had been wearing and tossed it aside carelessly - she now knew that the automation would effortlessly find and present her with the garment when she next needed it. She dived into the pool, swam several strokes underwater before her head emerged. She turned to face us, pulling her wet hair away from her face.

"Come on then!" she called, "What are you waiting for?"

Both Bruce and Charlene dived in after her and chased after her, while Selene attempted to swim away to the far side of the pool. As I watched, the three of them engaged in a certain amount of horseplay, splashing each other energetically and chasing each other around the pool, accompanied with many giggles and playful taunts.

I unzipped my skirt and slipped out of my sleeveless jacket, and made my way carefully down the wide steps at the shallow end of the pool. The three naked swimmers came up and splashed at me, and I returned the favor with gusto. Then they chased each other into the deeper water while I watched, amused by their antics, then Selene left the other two flicking water at each other and swam back to me.

"Are you OK?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice.

"Yes, I'm fine," I answered, "It's just that I don't swim very well. My feet are the wrong shape."

Selene's face made a soundless 'O' of surprise, her eyes wide.

"I'm fine here," I assured her, "Go chase the others."

Over the next few minutes, the games in the pool changed from splashing and giggling to fondling and kissing. Bruce swam to the edge and pulled himself out, then reached down and grabbed a hand each from both girls, pulling them smoothly from the water in a grand display of macho muscularity.

The three of them collapsed laughing onto a sun-lounger. Both Bruce and Charlene seemed keen to explore the delights of their new friend. I emerged from the pool dripping, and skipped over to join in the fun. Bruce was obviously, impressively, already excited, and all three of us took a turn at sucking his manhood, between bouts of licking tits and massaging pussy.

Selene stood up, with her legs spread very wide, gripping the shaft of one of the pool-side umbrellas that dotted the decking. Charlene knelt in front of her, her fingers inside Selene's cunt and her mouth alternately licking Selene's clit and kissing me. Charlene and I shared the task, our cheeks pressed together so that we could both stimulate her clit with our tongues.

Meanwhile, Bruce knelt behind her, his hands separating her ass cheeks while energetically licking her ass, slipping his tongue repeatedly into her anus as a prelude to fucking her there. She was evidently enjoying the moral attention immensely, judging by the way she moaned and just how wet she was getting.

Bruce stood behind her, his cock hard and dripping and began to ease himself inside her rear opening. Selene was writhing with pleasure now, her pussy being forced against our faces by the force of Bruce's increasingly vigorous thrusts. She came hard, wave after wave of intense feeling racking her body, crying out, gasping, her body quivering with released tension.

As Selene sagged back onto the sun-lounger, I noticed Jackie Yamamoto approaching from the direction of the main house. I suspected that none of the rest of the party had noticed him, as they were so engrossed in one another. Jackie caught my eye, and beckoned to me with a wave of his hand. Leaving Selene with Bruce and Charlene, I extricated myself deftly and made my way across the poolside decking.

Following Jackie, I entered the main room of the house, where lights blazed as bright as the sun outside. In the center of the floor, a statue took pride of place. It was, I could see clearly, a rendition of Selene: her relentless approach to orgasm had been captured in stone by the artistry of Jackie Yamamoto, another tribute to his talents for sexual sculpture.

It closely resembled a figurehead on the bowsprit of an antique sailing vessel. Selene was bent forward, arms clutching a pole. Her upper body was picked out in exquisite detail, with every curve and fold rendered perfectly in the cool grey stone, and her face in that beautiful ecstasy of incipient orgasm.

Her lower portion, from her waist down, was abstracted, simplified and rendered in a finish that suggested that it had been hewn from solid rock with crude hand tools. I could make out that she was surrounded by three other people, kneeling or squatting on every side, and I could just tell that mouths were pressed against her most sensitive places. But when I looked again, it was as if Selene's body was escaping from the dead rock, like something wonderfully miraculous escaping like a butterfly from a chrysalis.

There was something else in Jackie's sculpture of Selene, too - something that I found hard to describe at first. Finally, I realized that it elicited a wonderful sense of freedom, a release from a grinding oppressive drudgery, and a sense of being really, truly, joyously alive for the very first time.

"Do you like it?" Jackie asked.

"I do," I breathed, "It's marvelous, absolutely magnificent. Does it have a title yet?"

"Yes," he replied, clearly pleased with my reaction, "It's called 'Welcome to the World'."

Part 3