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Colonel Kendrick Landry was having a favorite fantasy.
The group of them was assembled on the white sand beach of Carmel, California. It was early afternoon and sunlight shimmered on the Pacific Ocean bordering the long white beach.
They were all naked. Many of them were from the returning group which had been stranded for a time on the planet of Sigma Theta III, now almost two Earth years ago, and shortly thereafter they had also journeyed to Alpha Centauri B-III--known locally on the planet as Alfaron.
In the forefront of the group of them was a very tall, curvy but firm, big-busted Eurasian woman with long flowing raven black hair framing a beautiful high cheek-boned face. Major Maya Terrazone. And markedly off duty.
"She takes all comers,"Adams had said to Landry, Lieutenant Colonel Quinn, and Doctor Beck at their departure luncheon aboard the Aurora before their mission to Sigma Theta III. "Men comers, I mean..."
And indeed she did. Maya was a full-fledged member of the Lycanthian Polyamory League in New Los Angeles. Landry had even heard that she was an "instructor" in the league.
Now she had with her a pleasure panel. The pleasure panel was a device which could create an imaginary virtual reality world with any desired subject matter for the user activity. The primary activity of the pleasure panel was sex.
The pleasure panel had bio-technology enabling each of numerous group sex participants to don a cranial neural helmet which was wired into the panel and joined together--into one neurologic consciousness--all members of the group. So joined neurologically, each member of the group could adjust the device toexperience--in his/her own brain--each act, or as many or few acts desired, performed by any member of the group upon any other. All participants could potentially experience the explosive climax of group orgasm.
All of them wore the cranial helmets wired into the pleasure panel. There were Maya, Landry, Veronica, Adams, and various non-commissioned officers whom Landry recognized from the support crew on the Aurora from the Sigma Theta III and Alpha Centauri B-III missions.
Now Maya was sitting down on Adams--literally sitting on him, from behind--and taking him in hand and pressing him hard up into her. Then they were merged so that only visible now was a combined mound of pubic hair, oddly intermingled jet black and blond.
Maya gasped and began to ride him, rhythmically, up and down. The forest of black and blonde hairs now stirred crisply as their owners pounded one forest of hairs into the other.
Now another naked man--it was Lieutenant Andrews--stood poised before Maya. She took him in her mouth. Maya's open welcoming mouth enveloped the man so that only visible now were the man's balls across Maya's mouth, as if Maya had suddenly grown a new double chin and a beard.
Unlike Maya, who took all comers, Veronica was only willing on this occasion to perform with Landry, although Maya had convinced Veronica to participate in the wired-up mass orgasm. They were all participating in that now, as the spasms and moans overwhelmed them and, as various of them came at different times, they were floating on ocean waves of coming.
Then Linda interrupted. "You are summoned by command."
"You pick the damndest times for this," Landry protested. "Go leave me alone."
Veronica was riding him bucking bronco fashion in the cowgirl position, her head flung back and her face set in concentration and supreme enjoyment of the moment.
Landry was cupping a generous handful of her breast in each hand.
"It is Linda," he said.
Veronica kept concentrating on what she was doing to him.
"Make her go away," she said with the barest pause in her rhythmic up and down movements.
If only I could, thought Landry.
"You are summoned by command," said the cool and crisp voice of Linda--his house computer.
"Go away," said Landry.
Then Linda brought everything down, and the images of all of them around Landry on Carmel Beach faded away. Linda had ended Landry's hologram game.
He was stretched on the floor, naked, on the recreation floor of his house built into a mountain in Marin County, California and overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Landry was still excited. And unfulfilled. But that was his problem.
Linda had been programmed so that he could never over-ride her interruption when the Alliance Star Command had made a priority call. Something had come up, and it was urgent.
The visitor terminal was blinking red. Landry checked to find out who was coming to the house to see him. Sanchez. And tomorrow morning. Enough time for an unfulfilled sleep, and to get up and shower and dress.
He thought about the hologram dream which Linda had created based upon his programming inputs. A fantasy of a once real event. He could hardly believe it, that Adams had talked him into participating in the event on the beach at Carmel, after they had all returned from Sigma Theta III and Alpha Centauri B-III.