Aunt Penelope's Harem (5 page)

Though Melanie kept trying to tell herself that she
shouldn’t be watching this, that she should just return to her room, she was
unable to convince herself that she wanted to be anyplace but here.

Eventually all of the men were naked except for Carl.

Dawn looked back at Melanie. “He’s your favorite, right?
Would you like to see what he has to offer?”

“I told you, I’m not involved in this.”

“Ten-to-one your pussy’s wet.”

“Dawn!”

Dawn flinched, obviously realizing that she’d gone too far.
“I’m sorry,” she said, appearing genuine. “I got carried away.” She patted Carl
on the shoulder. “I’ll let you stay clothed.”

“As you wish.”

Melanie found that she was more than a little disappointed,
yet also relieved that Dawn wouldn’t be the first one to stroke Carl’s penis.

No, no, the
only
one. Melanie wasn’t touching any
cocks in this room. They were nice cocks, without question, but she would not
be handling them in any manner.

“So, what should we do now?” asked Dawn. “Seven naked men in
front of me. How about we go skinny dipping?”

Leo raised his hand. “Permission to speak?”

“Granted.”

“The water’s really cold, and certain rumors about cold water
are true.”

“Oh. Well, we wouldn’t want that. What do you suggest as a
replacement?”

“Body rub.”

“I think I’m gonna have to give my approval to that idea,”
said Dawn.

“How can eight guys even fit around you?” asked Melanie.

“Actually,” said Nate, “it works out relatively easily. If
she lies spread-eagle, there can be one of us on each leg and one on each foot,
plus one on each arm and two on the torso. That even leaves room at her head,
if somebody on another part of her wanted to move.”

“Oh. My mistake.”

“I’m good at spatial organization.”

“So where’s a nice place for a massage?” asked Dawn. “This
tile floor looks kind of uncomfortable.”

“Right this way,” said Nate, gesturing grandly toward a
large door at the far end of the room.

Dawn looked over at Melanie. “Are you coming?”

“I don’t—”

“Yes, you are.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Great.” Dawn headed for the door, and all of the men but
Carl followed her. Melanie just sat there, watching seven perfect asses in
motion. She’d always been an enthusiastic supporter of the idea of cute male
butts, and this was a visual she’d never forget.

“Your friend certainly seems to be having a pleasant time,”
Carl remarked.

“I can’t believe her. She’s transformed into The Amazing
Floozy Chick.”

“Aw, she’s just having fun. The idea of an eight-guy rubdown
doesn’t appeal to you?”

“Nope.”

“Your answer would be a little more believable if you
weren’t still staring at their asses.”

Melanie looked away from the asses, mentally cursing the
distraction. “I suppose that you’ve all taken a massage course?”

“A twelve-hour one.”

This place is so great, thought Melanie, but then hurriedly
corrected herself. Revolting. I mean revolting. Not great but instead
revolting.

* * * * *

“Holy fucking shit!” Melanie exclaimed as she and Carl entered
the room.

It was about the size of a racquetball court, and the floor
was completely padded with a mattress covered by silk sheets. The walls were
lined with pillows.

That was, however, not the source of the “holy fucking shit”
comment. Instead, Melanie was reacting to the shelf filled with bottles of
massage oils and body lotions, perhaps two hundred of them.

“I don’t know, what sounds good?” asked Dawn, perusing the
selection of body lotions. “Peppermint? Maybe that’s a bit strong, but
something mint.”

Melanie unscrewed the cap of a green bottle and inhaled
deeply. “Oh, but smell the lilac.”

Dawn smelled it. “That is nice. Oh, no, here we go. Baked
apple pie scent.”

“For an eight-guy body rub?”

“Maybe not. Maybe something earthy. Or maybe ocean breeze?”
Dawn picked up the bottle, removed the cap, and smelled it. “What do you
think?” she asked, handing it to Melanie.

Melanie sniffed it. “Very nice.”

“Okay, a decision has been made,” said Dawn, replacing the
cap and tossing the bottle of ocean breeze-scented lotion to Leo.

Melanie still couldn’t believe that she was in a room with
all of these naked men. They didn’t seem the least bit shy about walking around
this way, and though she tried to avoid looking at their penises, or at least
tried to avoid staring at them in slack-jawed astonishment, it simply wasn’t
possible.

“You sure you don’t want to share them?” asked Dawn. “Four
each?”

“I’m sure.”

“I don’t want you calling me a greedy bitch later.”

“I won’t call you a greedy bitch.”

“All right. Your loss. I’ll leave Carl out of it, but feel
free to claim your half of the studs at any time.”

Dawn walked to the center of the room. “I’m ready,” she
announced as she lay facedown on the mattress. “Everybody but Carl, it’s time
to earn your keep.”

Leo, Julian, Stephen, Nate, Dennis, Ben, and Keith promptly
took their spots around Dawn, as Melanie sat down on the mattress, leaning
against the pillow-laden wall. Carl pressed a button next to the door, causing
soft New Age music to play in the background, and then walked over and sat down
next to her, smiling.

Leo removed the cap from the bottle of lotion, squirted some
into his palm, and handed the bottle to Julian. Leo then rubbed his hands
together and slowly began to glide his fingers across the back of Dawn’s neck.
She moaned with pleasure the very moment he touched her skin.

The men continued passing around the lotion and promptly
went to work. Melanie couldn’t see everything from her vantage point, and was
also understandably distracted by the seven asses on display, but these were
clearly men who knew what they were doing. Their formal training had not been
in vain.

Their hands moved all over Dawn’s body, slowly but firmly,
fingers kneading. Dawn moaned as if she were…well, as if she were receiving a
body rub from a group of highly skilled professionals. Keith ran both of his
hands up and down her leg, moving with military-style precision, while Ben did
the same to her other leg.

“This feels
so
good,” Dawn announced, drawing out
every word as she spoke.

The scent of ocean breeze filled the room.

The men were not only individually skilled, but they worked
extremely well as a team. Keith and Ben watched each other’s movements, giving
Dawn’s legs equal treatment, and though it wasn’t as easy to see what Julian
and Stephen were doing, they seemed to be using excellent teamwork with Dawn’s
arms.

Melanie wondered what it felt like. Was it weird? Was it
sensory overload? Was it the greatest ecstasy ever?

She watched for several minutes. None of the men were in a
hurry.

Ben and Keith bent Dawn’s legs at the knee, lifting them
into the air, and began to massage her calves.

God, they had cute butts.

“How many applicants were there for this job?” Melanie
whispered to Carl.

“I’m not sure.”

“Hundreds, you think?”

Carl shrugged. “Maybe.”

Hundreds of cute asses. That was a lot of cute asses for a
woman to see.

The men continued to massage Dawn, and she continued to moan
with enjoyment.

“How did you hear about this job?” asked Melanie. “Was it in
the classifieds or something?”

“A scout found me in a coffee shop.”

“Aunt Penelope had a scout?”

“Yeah. Just like baseball.”

Melanie couldn’t figure out why she even bothered to be
surprised. She returned her attention to the asses.

Carl put his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t pull away.

Ben and Keith squirted more lotion onto their palms and
began to rub Dawn’s feet.

Carl gently traced his fingers down Melanie’s arm. She
didn’t know if it was magnetism between them or just the fact that she was
wildly turned on by watching what was happening to her best friend, but his
soft touch set her whole body alive with pleasure. Her toes curled.

“Lean against me,” said Carl. “At least let me get rid of
some of that tension.”

“I’m not tense.”

“You’re always tense. C’mon, a shoulder rub isn’t going to kill
you. I’ll even get the lotion. Pick a scent, any scent.”

“My mom’s homemade lasagna, hot out of the oven.”

Carl looked at her as if unsure whether or not she was
joking. “How about cucumber melon?”

“Cucumber melon works.”

Carl got up and went over to the shelf of lotions. Keith and
Ben were still rubbing Dawn’s feet, reminding Melanie that she hadn’t had a
foot rub in…how long had it been? Three years? And it was by a guy who had a
wart on his thumb.

Keith had twisted a bit to the side, and she could see his
cock. Melanie wondered what it would feel like to wrap her lips around it.

Feel it heating up in her mouth.

Hardening against her tongue.

And doing this as she reached around and tightly clenched
his steel buttocks in her hands.

She glanced over at Carl, who was going through the
selection of lotions and apparently having trouble finding what he was looking
for.

“Oh, God, Melanie,” said Dawn. “You have no idea what you’re
missing.”

Melanie didn’t respond.

Carl continued looking through the lotions, growing visibly
frustrated.

Dawn moaned as three of the men turned their attention to
her back.

And suddenly Melanie decided that her behavior was really,
really, really stupid.

She had eight men willing to do her bidding. Sure, they were
paid sex slaves, but that didn’t mean this had to turn into an all-out orgy.
Would she really wake up in the morning hating herself if she let half of them
give her a massage?

The more important question was, would she wake up in the
morning kicking herself if she
didn’t
take advantage of this situation?

“I want my half,” she said, blurting it out before she’d
even made the conscious decision to speak.

The men all looked at her.

Carl dropped the bottle of lotion that he’d finally located.

Melanie’s cheeks were on fire. Her immediate reaction was to
want to take it back, but she forced herself to remain strong. “I want my
half,” she repeated, desperately willing herself to quit blushing.

“Then you shall have your half,” said Carl, picking up the
bottle of lotion. “Who do you want?”

Who
did
she want? Carl, for certain. Maybe Leo the
bartender and Keith the military guy. Who else? Tattooed Julian? Laid-back
Stephen? Ben with the mustache? Blatantly romantic Dennis?

“Carl, Leo, Keith, and…uh, Nate.”

Nate. The guy who was good at spatial organization.

Also the guy with the thickest cock.

Melanie tried to convince herself that she’d selected him
for his spatial organization skills.

Dawn rolled over onto her back. Her nipples were visibly
erect beneath her bikini, and Melanie couldn’t say that she blamed them.

Melanie lay on her stomach as Carl, Leo, Keith, and Nate
gathered around her.

She closed her eyes.

She heard the sound of lotion being squirted into Carl’s
hand, and the sound of him rubbing his hands together. And then she felt his
hands on her shoulders.

It was absolutely, positively wonderful.

She could feel her anxiety immediately seeping away,
draining from her body. Though not typically a vocal person, Melanie couldn’t
help but moan.

She felt another pair of hands on her right arm, and then
another on her left. Followed by a pair on her lower back, touching her through
the fabric of her one-piece bathing suit.

Melanie couldn’t believe she’d resisted something as
relaxing as this. She smiled and allowed herself to get lost in the pure
sensation and the scent of cucumber melon, a vegetable and fruit which in
theory should not have functioned well together as a scent, but which worked
beautifully.

Carl’s fingers kneaded deeply, releasing pockets of tension
she didn’t even know existed.

Strong hands slowly worked their way down both of her arms,
leaving behind a path of relaxed muscles and gloriously tingling flesh.

Carl moved from her shoulders to the back of her neck. She
thought that she might have said “Oh, God,” at that point but couldn’t be
certain.

Fingers moved in small circles up her back, on each side of
her spine.

Other fingers massaged her wrists and palms.

Somehow Carl found the perfect spot on the back of her neck
and focused his attention on it. It was as if his thumb were a sponge, soaking
up what little stress and anxiety remained in her body.

This all felt so incredible that it was almost possible to
forget that three of the four men touching her were completely naked.

Almost.

She opened her eyes briefly and caught a glimpse of the
front of Carl’s shorts. They were protruding in a
big
way.

He’s got an erection, she thought. Massaging the back of my
neck made him hard.

Or maybe he was just looking at Dawn.

No, it was her. His fingers were doing far too good of a job
for Carl to be distracted by anything.

Maybe she should ask him to remove his shorts, just to
ensure that all of the men received equitable treatment…?

Melanie smiled again and sighed as his fingers worked the
back of her skull.

She quickly lost track of time. She might have even fallen
asleep at one point, but couldn’t be sure. Dawn was still moaning, but her
moans sounded far away, miles away, worlds away. The men’s hands roamed
Melanie’s body, breaking contact only to refresh the lotion. One of them slid his
hand up her leg, just barely touching the bottom of her buttock, and then slid
back down. Without even realizing it she gave her ass a tiny wiggle,
encouraging him to slide up further.

He did, as did one of the other men (Keith? Nate?). Their
hands slid over her clothed ass, kneading the soft flesh. She felt a sudden
warmth, both over her buttocks and in another area in the very close vicinity.

God, this was making her wet.

Their hands continued moving. She wanted them to probe, to
slide under her bathing suit, but they were unspeakably cruel and behaved
themselves.

They massaged her ass for quite some time, and then the
eight hands on her body simultaneously slid over to her side and gave a gentle
push, as if encouraging her to roll over onto her back.

It took superhuman effort for Melanie to manage such an
action in her relaxed state, but the men helped out. She opened her eyes and
turned her head.

Dawn was lying on her back, spread eagle. Dennis and Ben
were caressing her legs. Julian and Stephen were on each side of her, kissing
her breasts.

Her bare breasts. Dawn’s discarded bikini lay next to her.

And Melanie had to admit that discarding that bikini seemed
like a perfectly fine idea. After all, its presence had been preventing the men
from kissing Dawn’s bare breasts.

She watched them for several moments as their kissing turned
to nibbling and then to gentle sucking. It was a lovely sight.