Aunt Penelope's Harem (6 page)

But also a bit distracting.

Melanie closed her eyes and returned her attention to her
own pleasure.

Carl, Nate, Keith, and Leo continued their unhurried pace as
they massaged the front of her body. Melanie knew that her nipples were a clear
indication of her aroused condition but didn’t care, though she did sort of
hope that the wetness in her pussy wasn’t visible.

Keith and Nate were positioned at her legs, moving their
hands up and down in long, even strokes. Carl was massaging the front of her
shoulders, and Leo was gently sliding his hands over her belly.

It still felt incredibly good, but Melanie found herself
squirming.

She wanted out of this swimsuit.

Badly.

No, no, she was getting carried away. She was letting the
pure enjoyment of the moment overcome her good judgment. She needed to sit up,
thank them for a merry time, and head back to her room and beat her high score
at
Milton Monkey’s Banana Quest
.

Hell, fucking, no, her body said.

Actually, her mind was leaning in that direction as well.

Melanie had never thought herself the type for this kind of
activity, but she simply couldn’t ignore how turned on she was. Seeing the men
kissing Dawn’s bare breasts hadn’t even shocked her.

Hadn’t she earned an evening of debauchery after nearly two
years without sex? After thirty years of living a more-or-less wholesome life?
Maybe she
needed
to make up for lost time in a big way to maintain her
sanity.

Now you’re just making excuses. Don’t blame your sanity.

But, really, what was the downside? She wasn’t attached to
anybody, so this certainly wasn’t cheating. Nobody would get hurt. It would
simply be an evening of fun.

Incredible, joyous, sensational, mind-blowing fun.

She wasn’t going to fuck them. No gang-bangs for this girl.

But there was absolutely no reason in the world that she
couldn’t play.

Melanie decided that she was going to play.

She was going to have the time of her life.

She opened her eyes and sat up, noting that all three of her
naked men had full erections. Huge ones. The biggest she’d ever seen in real
life, not that she’d seen all that many in real life.

The men watched her, clearly unsure of her intent.

She stood up and put her hands on her hips.

“Carl,” she said, “you look uncomfortable.”

“Do I?”

“You do.”

“Now that you mention it, I do feel kind of constricted.”

“There’s absolutely no reason that anybody should feel
constricted in a nice place like this.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.”

“So do what you need to do, if you want to do it.”

“I do.”

Carl bent over and tugged off his shorts, freeing his erect
penis. God, his was the best of them all. Long, thick, and curved upward ever
so slightly. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed and a much darker shade of brown
than the hair on his head. There even appeared to be a bit of pre-come on the
tip of his cock.

Melanie wanted to lick it off.

She rubbed her own shoulders. “Is there a shower handy?” she
asked. “I want to get off some of this lotion.”
I don’t want to taste like
cucumber melon.

“Absolutely,” said Carl, pointing to a door at the end of
the room. “Right through there.”

“Thanks.”

Dawn got up as well. “Here, I’ll join you, as long as the
guys promise not to ditch us.”

“That’s quite unlikely,” Julian noted.

Melanie and Dawn hurried over to the door, opened it, and
entered the shower room, closing the door behind them.

It was a large, luxurious room with deep blue tile. Eight
shower spigots ran along the walls, and at the end of the room was a large hot
tub, easily suitable for a dozen people or more.

Dawn turned on the closest shower and held her hand under
the water to test the temperature. “This is the best vacation ever. Thanks for
inviting me.”

“I aim to please.”

“You’re not calling it quits, are you? Because that would
be, like, insane.”

“No.” Melanie turned on the shower next to Dawn’s. “I think
it’s time for me to enjoy life for once.”

“Good choice.” Dawn stripped out of her bikini bottom and
stepped naked underneath the water. “I just can’t tell you how good that
massage felt.”

“I think I have a frame of reference.”

“Who do you think has the best cock?”

“Carl,” said Melanie without hesitation.

“Really? I was thinking Julian.”

“They’re all nice.”

“Yes, they are. Not a dud in the bunch. It’s going to be
hard to choose…not that I necessarily have to choose.”

“You’re not going to fuck all of them, are you?” Melanie
stood under the warm water and let it cascade over her back.

“Of course not. But I certainly see no reason not to take
advantage of the situation.” Dawn picked up a bar of soap from a small ledge
and began to lather up her arms. “Does this make us sluts?”

“It makes
you
one, at least.”

“Oh well. Sacrifices are part of life.”

Melanie hesitated, and then slid off the shoulder straps and
tugged her swimsuit down over her large breasts. Her nipples were still perky,
and they tingled as the warm water hit them. She soaped them up even though the
lotion hadn’t touched them.

As Dawn lathered her entire body, Melanie removed her
swimsuit completely. She stood naked under the water, still very much relaxed
from her massage. It felt
right
to be naked. Naked was good.

What if the men’s erections deflated like balloons when she
walked back into the mattress room?

They wouldn’t. They’d seen her in a bathing suit and
probably had a pretty good idea of what was underneath, and it hadn’t been a
turnoff, at least as far as she could tell.

She and Dawn showered in silence. Dawn flashed a broad grin
as she turned off the water and grabbed a fluffy white towel from a hook by the
door. Melanie turned off her own water and the two of them dried themselves.

“I hope they haven’t started without us,” said Dawn.
“Actually, I kind of hope that they have, but that’s probably a bit much to ask
for.”

“A
lot
much to ask for.”

Dawn took two equally fluffy white bathrobes from their
hooks and handed one to Melanie. They slipped them on. “Let’s go have some
fun,” said Dawn, opening the door.

They stepped out into the mattress room, where the same
eight very naked men they’d left behind were still there and still naked,
though some of the erections were lost during their absence.

“Show of hands. Who missed us?” asked Dawn.

All eight of the men raised their hands.

“Good answer,” said Dawn, letting her bathrobe drop to the
floor. Melanie had to wonder why she’d bothered to put it on in the first
place.

The men stared at Dawn’s nude body, clearly liking what they
saw. Except for Carl, who was looking directly at Melanie.

Melanie put her arms behind her and leaned back a bit to let
the bathrobe slip off her body in a most sexy manner. It stayed put. She shook
her arms. It didn’t move. So she quickly gave up on the sexy bathrobe removal
and just pulled it off with her hands and let it fall to the floor.

There she was, standing completely naked in front of eight
naked men.

And yet
she
was the one in the position of power.

Cool.

“All right,” Dawn announced. “There are eight of you and
only two of us. This means that you’ll have to fight for our affection. There
will be some difficult challenges ahead. But in the end, I’m sure you’ll all be
man enough to handle it.”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am,” said Keith.

“Lady Melanie,” said Dawn, “do you have any suggestions as
to how these fine gentlemen might prove their valor?”

Melanie thought quickly. “I do indeed.”

“And what might that be?”

“Arm-wrestling.”

* * * * *

They set up a small table in the center of the room, and
began the arm-wrestling tournament. The room was filled with cheers and a
strong competitive spirit as Stephen, Dennis, Ben, and Nate were eliminated in
the first round. Melanie watched Julian and Keith struggle, their faces
serious, their muscles tight. The match went on for several minutes, as beads
of perspiration formed on each of their foreheads.

When Dawn bent over to pick up absolutely nothing, Julian
lost his concentration. Keith slammed Julian’s arm against the table, then
cheered and flexed his muscles.

Leo vs. Carl went on even longer, but finally Carl
succumbed, much to Melanie’s dismay.

The final round was Keith against Leo. This one was
surprisingly short, with Keith winning in about three seconds. He stood up and
let out a dramatic victory cheer, while the other men whistled and applauded.

“Congratulations, Sir Keith!” said Dawn. “You are the
victor! Approach me and claim your prize.”

Keith, grinning and flexing his muscles again, walked over
to Dawn. She lightly ran her hands over his hairless chest and then got down on
her knees. She held his penis in one hand and cupped his balls in the other,
gently stroking his cock until it was nice and hard. This was not an unexpected
turn of events, but Melanie still couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Then Dawn took his cock into her mouth.

Aside from porno flicks, Melanie had never had a chance to
be a voyeur. Yeah, she heard her neighbors going at it all the time, and had
witnessed a few makeout sessions in college, but she’d never actually seen live
sexual contact apart from her own. And she had to admit that it was pretty damn
exciting.

Dawn sucked on Keith’s penis, mouth sliding back and forth,
while Keith tilted his head back and sighed.

Melanie pulled her attention away from this sight and
glanced around at the other men. They were all watching intently, clearly
wishing they’d tried harder during the arm-wrestling match. Carl met her glance
and winked at her.

Dawn sucked more vigorously. Melanie had assumed that the
prize would be a few quick mouth strokes, but this was turning into an all-out
blowjob.

After what had to be a full minute, Dawn finally pulled her
mouth away. “On your back,” she whispered, breathlessly.

Keith complied, lying flat on his back. Dawn immediately
pounced on him, crouching over his outstretched legs on her hands and knees as
she sucked his cock. The guys had all returned to their full erections by this
point, and Melanie was more than a little wet. She was also surprised at how
comfortable she felt standing here naked, watching her best friend deliver a
wildly enthusiastic blowjob.

After another full minute, Dawn stopped sucking. She ran her
tongue down the underside of his shaft, swirled her tongue around his balls,
and then pulled away. She lay down on her back. “Same teams,” she announced.

Dennis, Ben, Julian, and Stephen wasted no time gathering
around her. Melanie watched for a moment, unsure whether or not to follow her
lead.

Carl approached her. “You know, you don’t have to do
anything you don’t want,” he said.

“I know.” Melanie got down on her knees, and then lay on her
back. “I want you to kiss me,” she said. “All of you.”

Her own set of men, Carl, Leo, and Nate, gathered around
her, followed soon by Keith, who had a wide grin and didn’t seem disappointed
at all about leaving the source of his oral sex.

Nate and Keith began to kiss her feet.

Leo kissed her belly.

Carl tenderly kissed her shoulders.

This was even better than the massage. Rather than relaxing
her, their kisses were
energizing
her, making Melanie feel more alive
than at any time she could remember. And also hornier than she’d ever been.

Their kisses moved along her body. Up her legs, across her
belly, and along her neck. Melanie sighed happily, thinking that Aunt
Penelope’s harem was the greatest idea in the history of humankind.

Carl nibbled her ear.

Leo’s kisses moved up her chest.

Nate and Keith kissed a path up her shins.

Melissa turned her head and opened her eyes to see what was
happening to Dawn, but her view was blocked by another one of those very nice
asses. However, there was some definite moaning and writhing happening over
there.

She closed her eyes again and just let the men cover her
with kisses. They had such soft, tender lips. She wondered if Aunt Penelope had
required them to use moisturizer.

Leo’s kisses stopped at the underside of her breast. His
hand slid over her belly, gentle but yet firm enough that it didn’t tickle.

Nate and Keith began to glide their own hands over her legs
as they kissed her skin. Melanie parted her legs just a bit to make it easier.

She wondered if they were all looking at her pussy. It would
be only fair, since she’d spent so much time recently observing their cocks.

She discovered that she really liked the idea that they
might be looking at her.

Carl kissed her cheek. She sighed and turned her face toward
him.

His lips brushed against her own.

Then they moved past her lips, kissing a path down her chin
and throat. She wanted him back at her lips. She wanted a lingering kiss, with
their tongues exploring, with her hands running through his hair…

But the kisses on her throat were nice, too. As long as he
didn’t turn out to be a vampire.

Leo’s hand gently, almost imperceptibly, stroked the
underside of her breast.

She took his hand and placed it directly on her breast,
loving the feel of her hard nipple against his palm. He kissed her other
breast, far from the nipple, lips moving in a long, slow circle around the
outside.

Hands stroked her inner thigh.

She couldn’t believe she was letting them do this.

Leo’s spiral of kisses grew smaller and smaller, until his
lips were on her areole.

Carl was kissing down to her cleavage.