The pool was actually built outside the house, enclosed for the winter months by a greenhouse-type structure and connected to the house by a passageway of the same glass framing. Along the walls, green plants and trees thrived on the humidity from the heated pool.
Paul was wearing wine-colored slacks and a white turtle-neck sweater. Penny spotted him as soon as she entered with the twins. Almost at the same instant, Paul saw her and left the group of people he was chatting with and joined her. They sat at the nearest poolside table and were immediately brought trays of food, coffee, and juice, with or without vodka.
"Mmmmm… " Penny thought for a moment and said, "I think I'll start with a Bloody Mary."
"Terrific idea," Paul added enthusiastically, signaling the girl at the juice cart to make it two. "You look as though you had a good night's rest."
"Oh, yes. Marvelous," Penny chirped back, determined to get off to a new approach with Paul. One in which she would be less on the defensive. "And I see some of your guests are already off to another day of fun and frolic."
Her glance in the direction of the figures "swimming" at the shallow end of the pool made her point clear. Three naked girls were with the distinguished, middle-aged senator, playfully pawing at him, while one girl remained submerged, sucking on his cock. Hardly more than an arm's reach from the senator's group, a young man and girl were untied at the loins, copulating as though no one else was around. And sitting across from them, at the edge of the pool, with her feet dangling in the water, was the well-known gossip columnist, Brenda Babbit. A pretty, young girl bobbed up and down in the water, toying with the hairy bush between Brenda's legs.
Penny had chosen a simple, white, pleated skirt and white sweater for the morning get-together, and was glowing with pride at her choice. Everyone else, with the exception of Paul, was either naked or close to it. And she was drawing more attention than the naked girls running around the pool.
Paul just nodded at her reference to the early orgy that was starting in the pool. Then he tried to change the subject to his plants, but Penny brought him right back to sex.
"The plants are lovely, but I'd like to talk to you about the twins."
"If the twins are any bother I'll have them replaced." Paul quickly tried to assure her that he wanted her to be happy.
"No, it's not that, Paul. I just think the children are playing games they aren't old enough to understand," she cut him short. "They've been taught every act of sexual conduct without the slightest idea of what sex really is. All they know is they have to please someone, anyone, and they spend all their time trying to accomplish it orally… or whatever… and they're too young to get any release from it themselves."
"Hold It… " Paul interrupted as she began to build up to what sounded like a lecture. "Hold everything… I think you have the wrong impression. The children aren't tutored or trained to do what they do. They're all raised together and just allowed to express their sexual instincts without restrictions. Instead of putting a damper on their games, what child hasn't played 'doctor' at one time or another?, we just ignore their explorations, as though it was perfectly natural. And who's to say it isn't?"
Penny stared with wide eyes and dropped jaw at his rebuttal. She wasn't in a position to argue that point with him, but she was sure they had been instructed in the act of oral sex.
"You mean to say, five-year-old children think up oral games by themselves? Without seeing it first?" she countered.
"Absolutely," Paul said calmly. "And you can ask their parents."
"Now, Paul, how can you tell me that boy Jerry wasn't instructed to let that dirty old man finger his anus?" She asked in surprise.
"You're right," he answered, shocking her with his sudden and complete about-face. Then, before she could recover and strike while she had him on the defensive, he added, "But we don't instruct them in the sex play. We just make it clear that 'guests' are to be pampered, then convert them from playing with one another to also include adults in their games. And they soon find the adults are much more appreciative."
Penny's attention shifted to the end of the pool, where she noticed Mr. Jenkins was about to enter the water with three playful girls. The girls were all very attractive; in their late teens, Penny decided, and probably models. But it was Jenkins she was most concerned with. What sort of man was he, she wondered. Why had he arranged for that ritual, when it seemed to upset him so?
It wasn't just Jenkins and the girls that held her attention, Penny realized. There was something about to happen… and everyone was starting to focus their attention on the group.
Then Penny saw two young men approaching the side of the pool with what appeared to be a respirator, oxygen, and first-aid equipment. She knew something was about to take place, and it didn't appear to be of a pleasant nature.
Across the pool Brenda Babbit had lifted her feet from.the water and tested her heels on the edge, which brought her knees almost up to her chin, while she spread her legs wide apart, looking something like a giant frog. Brenda was in her late forties and Penny couldn't help feeling repulsed by the position she had taken. Penny was looking straight into the junction of her legs, into the hairy bush, the lips of her cunt and even her anus. But Brenda wasn't aware of Penny's disgusted stare, her own eyes were focused on the group at the end of the pool. She reached down and got a firm grip on the hair of the young girl in the water below, bringing the girl's head up to her hairy cove by pulling the fistful of hair up and forcing the girl's face into the middle of her legs.
"Perhaps we should leave," Paul suggested, snapping Penny out of her wide-eyed stare.
"Why? What's going to happen? "
"Just a little game of skill," Paul answered, but pushed away from the table to leave before it started. He didn't want Penny to experience another unpleasant scene, as she had at the previous night's "ceremony", because he was beginning to realize that the more she saw, the more she held him responsible. And instead of drawing her to him, it was driving her away.
"What kind of game?" Penny asked, not making any effort to leave with him.
"One of the girls will attempt to bring Jenkins to a climax, orally, while the others hold her underwater. The trick is to do it before you run out of air."
"And if she doesn't?"
"That's what the rescue team is for. I think we'd better go."
"If there's no danger, I'd like to watch."
Paul slumped back into his chair, a bit uneasy about staying. His only hope was for Jenkins to reach a quick climax, but he didn't put too much faith in that miracle happening.
So… our bank president really IS a sadist after all, Penny told herself, as she watched the girls getting ready for the dive.
The girl chosen to attempt the underwater feat was a petite brunette. She had a pretty face, Penny noted, with a cute turned-up nose and small, but sensuous mouth. Her wide, brown eyes were dancing with excitement as she nervously bounced up and down in the water, taking deep breaths of air as an exercise before dunking her head underwater. Her two companions, taller girls with more fully developed bodies, were joking with her and helping her get ready for the task. But Jenkins was just standing chest deep in the water, leaning against the side of the pool and calmly waiting for the girl to get started. Penny could only get little glimpses of his cock, but as far as she could tell it was limp.
Everyone's attention was on the naked group now, as the girl faced Jenkins, stared into his eyes and slipped her dainty hands down to his groin. Jenkins was the picture of casualness, Penny observed, watching him stand there with his arms resting straight out along the ledge of the pool, staring at the girl with an air of indifference and apparently oblivious to the spectators who were closing in for a better view.