Volume 2: Club Soda
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I had fallen asleep on a sun-lounger in the shade, feeling just a little sleepy after the energetic sex and the picnic lunch. I eventually woke up in the warmth of the afternoon, curled on my side. Some kindly person - or perhaps just the PA - had covered me with a colorful beach towel. I rolled onto my back and stretched luxuriously, noticing immediately that I was being watched through eyes slitted against the sun by my host Bruce. He was lying back on a second lounger sharing the same parasol and stroking his cock, which was already delightfully hard. Looking around, I could see that Charlene was still sleeping on another daybed, shaded by a second canopy a few paces away. She had tossed off her beach towel in her sleep, so that the combination of her soft snores and curled glory of her naked body made her look surprisingly child-like. I turned back to Bruce, who was still looking at me speculatively, and raised a quizzical eyebrow. He moved to sit next to me like a shot. I really like these little indications of keenness and enthusiasm. "So you want to have me again?" I asked him, sliding closer to him on the lounger and placing my hand on his upper thigh, just a hairsbreadth from his balls were practically throbbing in anticipation. "Oh, fuck yes," he replied, running a fingertip over the lips of the cunt between my legs, "I just have to have you right here. It's the only place I haven't enjoyed you yet." I was more than happy enough to oblige - napping in the sun always makes me especially horny when I wake up. I lay back on the lounger and, once again, he licked me out expertly, running his tongue expertly over my clitoris and - for a Norm - surprisingly powerfully into my vagina. "I like your taste," he stated while pausing for breath, holding my cunt lips apart with his thumbs in a way which instinctively made me gape so wide, "Perhaps you'd like to stand up for me?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I stood with my legs apart with my knees very slightly bent and with my ass directed provocatively - I hoped! - back at him. For support, I clung to the wooden pole which supported the sun canopy which had shaded me while sleeping. "That's just perfect," Bruce said, positioning my hips to his liking just so and holding my ass cheeks apart as he slide his dick into my, by now, wet and wide-open opening. He fucked me with energy and enthusiasm, and I could feel myself getting very wet, my juices leaking out and lubricating my pussy lips; the position I had adopted allowed me to push back hard against him. He took his time and worked me hard, and - judging by the grunts and gasps - he clearly enjoyed the tightness of my cunt. At first, I supported myself with one hand using the other to finger my clit vigorously to make sure that I was taut against his cock, tightening those strong muscles inside me. But after a while, I found he was banging me so energetically that I really needed to grip the pole with both hands. I looked around to watch his tanned and muscular body behind me. As I did so, I noticed that we were being watched by Charlene. The girl had obviously been awakened by our energetic coupling. She lay in the shade of the next parasol, fingering herself. I caught her eye and she grinned back at me, clearly enjoying the spectacle of her brother fucking me so hard. I could sense Bruce was about to come inside me and I was sure I was going to come too. As I got so close, my back arched instinctively. I closed my eyes as my mouth opened in a paroxysm of stimulation and pleasure. "Yes! Yes!" I cried out, "Now! NOW!" Bruce and I must have come more-or-less at the same moment. We stood for a few seconds afterwards, both unable to move, the pulsations of my orgasm still throbbing around his cock deep inside me. I heard a powerful exhalation from the direction of Charlene - my eyes were still closed - but there was another voice, one I had not expected. "Yes!" It was Jackie Y, peering in our direction from the shade of the house and holding some kind of device half-hidden in one hand. He moved forward quickly, purposefully, apparently engrossed in something I could not see as well as trying to attract our attention. I straightened, gently disengaging from Bruce, who sat heavily on a lounger, as if his legs suddenly could no longer support him. I like to think that I often have that effect on people who fuck me. "That's what I've been looking for," he said, looking very much more animated than our last encounter, "That's the pose I wanted to capture." I was confused for a moment. "Pose? What for?" "For a sculpture, of course," he replied earnestly, looking directly at me and waving the device he held in his hand. It was a short cylinder with flat ends, it surface even now swirling rapidly in the purposeful way the automation has when it is busy. "Come and see," he continued with child-like passion. I glanced at Bruce and Charlene. Bruce seemed out of it, lying practically comatose on the sun-lounger. Charlene shook her head, looking wryly amused - as if she had seen it all before. She jumped up from her lounger, tossed me a towel - I was perspiring freely and distinctly sticky between the legs - and coolly wandered off in the direction of the pool. "Sure," I said to Jackie, "Why not?" I followed him into the house, which was now brightly lit - nearly as bright as the sunshine outside - in contrast to the gloom I encountered earlier. In the open space in the centre of the room, the pervasive automation was at work in a furious blur of dust and movement, fabricating something. As I watched, the dust condensed into a statue of solid rock. Within moments, it was all over, the artwork as still and solid as if it had always been there. The sculpture was a monumental construction, standing at least two meters high and enhanced by the appearance that it was carved from some dark gray rock highlighted with flecks and speckles that caught the light from the overhead illumination. Agape, I reached up and ran my hand over its soft curves, feeling my own back and ass and tits artistically caught in the dark stone. I began to appreciate the skill and vision that Jackie had contributed to the work. It would have been all too easy to render my pose perfectly, a three-D photo in life-like color, every mark and detail, every hair and eyelash - but where would the art be in that? Under the artist's guidance, the automation had formed an abstraction, capturing the essence of the experience without overloading the senses with unnecessary information. The work gave me a tremendous impression of energy and life, of joy and exhilaration, in stark contrast to the miserable feelings the other works in the room invoked. I gazed up the expression on my own face, softened and abstracted - but still recognizably me - frozen in the moment of orgasm. It was something you do not very often get to inspect from different angles. Charlene appeared at the doorway, still quite naked and dripping water from the pool. "Wow, impressive!" she gasped, then added cheekily, "So it's not just Bruce you can make hard as rock, then."
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Part 1