"I didn't know that the School promoted this kind of thing. Isn't that awfully commercial?" Sophia raised her eyebrows. "For a place that tells the general public that it is the School for Social Expression, that seems exploitative!"
"They probably don't endorse it. These people seem to have taken the school's program and decided to have more than a pleasant sex life with it. For some people, money is more important than sex, after all." I outlined more for Sophia, how they learned that Fawn had still wanted me, and "helped" her to overcome her fear of rejection. In fact, as we knew, she had more than overcome it.
Fawn had told us all that her subconscious knew, including a long, delicious recounting of her rendezvous with me in my hotel room, as she recalled it. I noticed Sherrie licking her lips and shifting her legs sensuously, as if remembering how good it had felt when I was in her.
I found it increasingly hard not to think of how wet her pink lips must be becoming. Still, she managed to write down notes on Fawn's recollections.
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"You must feel very warm now, Fawn... and you, too, Richard... and Sherrie..." Leona was stating the obvious, but it felt so good, the way that she said it, that I wondered if we all were slipping into the trance that she had organized for Fawn.
"I am very warm," Fawn said, as she sat up and unbuttoned her blouse, sliding it slightly open to cool her unfettered breasts.
"Come to think of it, I am, too..." smiled Sherrie, as she slipped open the jacket of the jogging suit that she had worn for our late night foray. She was topless, now, too, as I had imagined she would be, simply gorgeous.
I sat stunned for a moment. Leona was casually taking off her robe.
"Professor.... I think that you will more comfortable with your clothes over there." She pointed to a corner of the bed.
It made a lot of sense, since everyone else was doing it. And, with each item, I felt better and better. And harder and harder. Of course, I understood, I was not being hypnotized, just the other two guests!
"Fawn... Sherrie... you've been enjoying looking at the statue of the intimate couple, but now look how happy the Professor is becoming... you could feel that way if you finish taking your clothes off, too... and we can go for a swim to cool off... freshen up... I know that you forgot to bring your bathing suits... so as I undress... it is just natural that you will feel more and more comfortable about going without yours..." Leona slipped off the bottom of her suit.
Now every piece of our remaining clothing was ending up in neat piles. And then we were on our way like kids to the pool, albeit kids with a desire to touch and tease and smooch. They were eager to hear the words Leona whispered to them, nodding agreement with some instruction of hers. It was so nice of her as hostess to keep us from being embarrassed about having forgotten to bring our swim suits! Why had we not thought of that before? I hurried after the women.
Like mermaids, the three plunged streamlined into the water. I flopped in with a big splash that briefly hurt my erect staff, and then began attempting to chase them.
"Here comes the submarine! Fire your torpedos!" chortled Sherrie over an imaginary loudspeaker as she sped away. I was none to fast a swimmer anyway, but with the extra drag created by my erection, it was hopeless. At least, that is what I told myself. I heard her and Fawn splashing about further and further down the pool, having a hell of a time without me.
With a splash, Leona rose from beneath the pool waves in front of me, her generous breasts bouyed up by their new waterborne weightlessness. Her nipples appealed for kisses as the water steamed off their rosy circles.
"Are they ignoring you Richard?" She asked it in a coy tone as she drifted toward me. "After all, I suggested that you've already had them... they want to try something different now." I heard giggling and cooing coming over the sound of the splashing water and the drain system. I looked over Leona's shoulder and caught a glimpse of Fawn nibbling on Sherrie's shoulder between the waves.
"Wouldn't you like to try something different, too? It's a more sensuous solution if we all come together. I don't want you to be left out of the fun tonight." I puzzled as to what she meant, but let the words fade out as our hormones took over.
We floated together, bobbed up and down, laughed as we slipped away from each other, but never had to struggle to merge in the weightless, warm environment. Making love to Leona was like sinking into a wonderfully warm feather bed surrounded by love and laughter. I thought that it felt sweet. The laps that she had regularly swum had strengthened her legs so that her hold on our floating passion was strong. In the distance, the giggling had turned to intense sighs and urgent words, sounds that only increased the energy at our end of the pool.
Somehow, she blurted out, "...I am SOOOO ready!" And somehow, my mind suddenly cleared of everything except the perfection of our movements. I did not need to think as we flowed from position to position in our fluid environment. I felt powerful, uncalculated spasms in her vagina, her energy snapping crackling around my slowing thrusts... slower, slower... I forced myself to do the opposite of what our bodies demanded and she ground herself hard against me, growing more desperately excited. Then, at the instant that she began to come, I felt the urge and responded-- thrust rapidly, rapidly, deep into her being.
".... Oh, yes...." she gasped, and I let my own orgasm catch a ride on one of hers as it welled up through her and around us. She came over and over again, and finally, spent, we pushed ourselves gently apart, and floated lazily in the pool. My thoughts were full of every woman who I had known, as if I was flying over the world to each. It felt strange and it felt delicious. Bright, curving stripes danced in my thoughts, with all of the women with whom I felt deep connections teasingly twined between the skimpy, colored covering.
Fawn and Sherrie came drifting over, lazily touching us, each other.
"You and I were great..." Sherrie whispered as she bobbed past. I raised an eyebrow, started to say something, but Leona caught my eye and winked.
In another minute, Fawn teasingly brushed her chest against mine, and cooed "you and I are still quite a team.. I almost feel sorry for these Other women...." She kissed me, letting her bush slip across my penis in a what I recognized as a typical young woman's enjoyment of her feminine power. She floated on.
"Is there something going on that I don't quite understand?" I asked Leona, as she paddled over to hold me. We pulled ourselves up out of the pool, and headed for towels and the deck chairs. It was chilly out in the desert under the stars, and we grabbed for robes.
"Yes." Leona finally spoke. "I can't explain it; it doesn't happen very often, but there was something special about our many climaxes."
"Uh, no... I meant is there something about everything tonight that I don't understand...." My head was still spinning with thoughts of many lovemakings. Obviously, each of the women thought that I had made love to her. I pointed that out and Leona smiled.
"You are tired, probably want to get back to your hotel. Fawn needs to get home before dawn." She laughed at the silly rhyme. "And Sherrie needs to make her report and start the balls rolling at the Commission."
It made sense, but it seemed like an instruction. Yes, it made sense, unfortunately. For almost the first time since Fawn had finished telling her story, something made sense.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm. Come again..." Leona said as she leaned over to kiss me. And, with little warning, as though on command, my flaccid manhood rose abruptly and a pure white stream shot from my engorged tip. Tenderly, she bent over and licked at me, and then touched a cum-coated finger to her lips.
"So soon!" We both laughed. But it all was like magic.
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"What night was that again?" Sophia queried. The words stopped my story-telling reverie, and I realized that I had reached under the table and was caressing her thigh as I spoke. I pulled my hand away, startled by what I began to realize.
