Aunt Penelope's Harem (8 page)

Finally Dennis was spent.

“Oh, milady, I know I’m supposed to be thinking about your
desires, but I really needed that,” he said.

“Not a problem,” Dawn told him. “But since you’re the one
who came all over me, I think you’re the one who needs to get me a towel.”

“I can do that.” Dennis got to his feet and headed for the
shower room, staggering slightly.

Dawn rubbed her breast. “I’ve never seen a guy shoot like
that before. Have you, Melanie?”

“Never,” Melanie replied breathlessly. Keith hadn’t stopped
licking.

Dennis returned with a towel and a wet washcloth. He wiped
Dawn off thoroughly, and then tossed the towel into the corner of the room.
Dawn got back on her hands and knees. This time Stephen came up behind her,
sliding all the way into her with one stroke.

Carl leaned down next to Melanie’s face. “How does it feel?”

“Wonderful.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re so inclined, I’d like you to sit on my face.”

Melanie raised up and shook her head. “I can’t.”

“You don’t want to?”

“I’m too big.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’ll smother you.”

“You won’t smother me. I promise. I’d really like you to sit
on my face.”

“Okay.”

Carl lay down on his back. As Keith moved away, Melanie
stood up on her knees. She carefully straddled Carl’s face, then hesitated.
Once, in college, she’d sat on a boyfriend’s face, but after a couple of licks
he’d gasped for breath and said their relationship wasn’t working out.

She slowly lowered herself down to his mouth.

His tongue met her pussy, moving in long strokes across the
surface. Melanie gasped and trembled. Carl put his hands on her legs and pulled
her down even closer to him.

He kissed and licked and sucked on her as she whimpered.

She couldn’t even imagine how wet she must be.

Stephen was fucking Dawn hard and kneading her buttocks with
one hand while his thumb stroked her anus. She was trying to suck Ben’s cock at
the same time, but again doing a poor job of maintaining her concentration.

Leo and Nate moved over in front of Melanie. Each of them
took one of her nipples into their mouth. Melanie thought she was going to
shriek from the pleasure.

Carl’s tongue lashed across her pussy as his upper lip moved
back and forth over her clitoris. She gently began to grind against him,
careful not to suffocate the poor guy.

Oh, his tongue was talented beyond measure.

Maybe he
did
have genuine feelings for her…

Enough! Let him lick your pussy in peace!

Having three pleasure centers stimulated to such an extent
at the same time was too much for her. Another orgasm was approaching, and it
was clear that this one was going to be even more intense than the first.

She started to move off of Carl’s face.

He grabbed her ass and held her there, licking more
furiously.

“I’m gonna come,” she said, “and maybe break your neck.”

He released her ass.

Melanie moved off of his face and slid back until her pussy
was on his chest. She gestured for Leo and Nate to return to their respective
nipples. As they did, she rubbed herself against Carl’s chest as she worked her
clitoris with her index finger once more.

She felt Keith’s lips against her ass again. She leaned
forward enough to make it easy for him. His tongue probed and returned to its
former spot.

She was definitely going to come.

It was going to be a doozy.

“OH FUCK!!!” she screamed, as the orgasm hit sooner than
she’d expected. “Oh my God!” She thrashed so violently that Keith had to move
away, her nipples popped out of the mouths that were sucking them, and she
became immediately concerned that she was going to do serious damage to Carl’s
chest.

She came harder than ever before in her life.

And it took a long time to subside. She broke into a sweat,
clenched her fists so tightly that it almost hurt, and howled without the least
bit of self-consciousness.

Then, finally, she lifted her leg over Carl and collapsed
onto the mattress.

But she wasn’t exhausted. “Lick my pussy some more,” she
told Carl, patting her vagina. He quickly dove between her widespread legs and
resumed his licking.

Melanie reached out and took Leo’s hard, hot cock in her
hand. She stroked it a couple of times, released it, quickly licked her palm to
lubricate it, and then went back to stroking it. She did the same to Nate.

This is going too far…

Fuck it. I’ll live.

She worked both of their cocks, relishing the feel of them
in her hands. Carl was licking at her pussy with such enthusiasm that she
already felt the stirrings of a third orgasm.

She heard one of Dawn’s men (Stephen?) cry out in what was
surely his own orgasm. It sounded like a mighty one.

Oh, yes, she was going to come a third time, and soon.

“Oooooohhhhhhhh…” she moaned, bracing herself. She stroked
Leo and Nate rapidly, her hands a blur. It occurred to her that if one of them
came in this position, he’d certainly spray it on the other man. But, hey, they
were professionals, and it was up to them to make the necessary adjustments.

Carl’s tongue hit the absolute perfect spot. “Right there!”
she cried. “Keep doing that!”

He did.

Melanie wrapped her legs around Carl, released the cocks in
her hand, and came so hard that she thought her body was going to explode. She
screamed incoherently and dug her bare heels into Carl’s back.

Carl kept licking.

Just as this orgasm faded, she felt another one brewing.
Rolling orgasms…something she’d never experienced or even believed truly
existed, but it was definitely happening to her.

She came again and again and again until she thought she was
going to lose her mind. Actually, by the end of it she was pretty sure that she
had
lost her mind, but that was okay.

Finally, after what seemed like but couldn’t possibly have
been hours, she lay exhausted on the mattress, covered with perspiration and
very, very happy.

Dawn was fucking Julian again, this time in the missionary
position. Melanie watched Julian’s wonderful ass gyrating for several moments,
then returned her attention to Carl, who was kissing his way back up her chest.

“Thank you,” she said.

“My pleasure.”

Melanie got up and moved behind Leo. She reached around him,
pressing her tits against his back and her pussy against his ass, and took his
cock in her hand. She stroked it vigorously, grinding against him as she did
so.

“I want you to come,” she whispered into his ear, though
because of the height difference she was actually whispering a couple of inches
below his ear.

After a minute of stroking, he did so, crying out with
pleasure.

Melanie did the same to Keith, rubbing her tits against him
as she stroked his warm cock. Keith’s orgasm was the most powerful yet,
shooting so far across the room that it was almost cartoonish.

Melanie crawled over to Nate. “Don’t think for a second that
I forgot about you,” she said, moving behind him. She stroked that thick cock
with great enthusiasm, and was quite surprised when he let out a high-pitched,
girlish squeal when he came.

“Your turn,” she told Carl.

He shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” she said, pointing to his erection. “Look
at that thing. It’s ready to go off at any moment. You’ve got a dangerously
loaded weapon there.”

“No, really, I’m cool.”

“I’ll do it with my mouth,” Melanie offered.

“Nah. Not here. Not like this.”

Melanie gave him a quizzical look. What the hell? Why was he
getting demure all of a sudden?

Julian pulled out and came, spraying all over Dawn’s chest.

“Your choice,” Melanie told Carl, frowning.

After confirming that everybody but Carl had been satisfied,
they made the group decision to move to the hot tub.

* * * * *

“Christ,” said Dawn, leaning back, her breasts partially
visible above the water. “Your Aunt Penelope was a fucking genius. I’m moving
in, by the way. I hope that doesn’t bother you. I’m quitting my job and I’m
just going to stay right here in this harem, fucking these eight guys for the
rest of my life. That isn’t a problem, is it?”

The men chuckled. Melanie took a sip of her wine and smiled.
“You’d get bored after the first couple of decades.”

“Bullshit. Oh, sure, I might have to exchange them for newer
models every five years or so, no offense, but I just don’t see myself getting
bored with this arrangement. Nope. Not gonna happen.”

Under the water, Carl had his hand on Melanie’s thigh. He
was still being friendly enough, but a bit distant. Was he jealous? It wasn’t
like he’d tried to sway Melanie away from the idea of group sex. What was his
problem?

“Life is good,” said Leo. “I think a toast is in order.” He
held up his glass. “To our new mistress.”

“To our new mistress!” said the men. They took a drink.

“To large cocks,” said Dawn, raising her own glass.

“To large cocks!” they said, taking another drink.

“And to Aunt Penelope,” said Carl.

“To Aunt Penelope,” said everybody. They drank and then
applauded.

* * * * *

They soaked in the hot tub for about half an hour, relaxing
and chatting about nothing in particular. Leo passed out towels and bathrobes
as they all got out, and as they dried off Melanie retreated to a corner of the
shower room with Dawn.

Dawn laughed incredulously. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“I can’t, either.”

“I mean…oh my God! What would my mother think?” She stifled
a giggle with her towel.

“She’d think that her daughter had serious impulse control
problems.”

“Yeah, that sounds right. Do you think it’s possible for us
to wear them out?”

“I think it would be a challenge.”

“Well, I’m gonna try.” Dawn licked her lips. “I mean, look
at them. It’s like owning a candy store.”

“You’re really ready for another round?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. I’m going to get so laid that if I never get
laid again in my entire life I still won’t have reason to complain. You’re not
quitting on me, are you?”

“I don’t know. Carl’s acting kind of weird.”

“Which one is Carl?”

“The one sitting next to me in the tub. Brown hair.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah. The one whose face you sat on.”

“Right. Him. Not that you could probably recognize him at
that moment.”

“Well, I saw his face before you mounted him. How’s he
acting weird?”

“I don’t know. Just…weird.”

Dawn shrugged as the two of them put on their bathrobes.
“Okay, well, so what? Let him act weird. Your selection this evening is pretty
extensive, in case you haven’t noticed. If you choose to get laid further, you
will
get laid further, whether he’s acting weird or not.”

“I know, but…”

“No buts. Well, actually, lots of butts, but you know what I
mean. Let’s go fuck some harem studs.”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck all of them.”

“I didn’t.”

“You fucked most of them.”

“Half of them.”

“But you’re planning to fuck the other half.”

“Not Carl. Not if he’s acting weird.”

“I’m serious.”

Dawn smiled. “Look, if a guy had eight beautiful women
wanting to sleep with him, and he did all eight of them, he’d be a hero.
Doesn’t Hugh Hefner have, like, seven girlfriends? And Hugh isn’t exactly Aunt
Penelope’s harem material, if you know what I mean. So, screw it. I’m not going
to play the gender game. I’m going to get fucked like few women have ever been
fucked, and I’m going to be happy about it.” She raised her hand in the air.
“Woman power forever!”

“You have a great career in politics ahead of you,” said
Melanie.

“Y’think? I was thinking more along the lines of porn star.
C’mon, it’s time to have some more fun. I noticed that Keith has some special
tongue talents that I may have to take advantage of.”

They joined the men and walked back into the mattress room.
“You okay?” Melanie asked Carl.

“Of course. I’m fine. Why?”

“You just seem kind of…I don’t know…”

“No, really, I’m fine. Did I mention that you have great
tits?”

Melanie stared at him for a long moment. “Let’s go outside
and talk.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yes.”

“Then I shall obey.”

Melanie took Carl’s hand and led him toward the doorway to
the main area of the harem. “Dawn, keep these men entertained while I’m gone.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” said Dawn.

Melanie and Carl left, closing the door behind them.

Then Melanie threw her arms around Carl and kissed him
deeply.

They kissed for about a minute, tongues roaming. When they
finally broke the kiss, they stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

“I’m not good at this kind of thing,” Melanie admitted.
“Actually, I’m terrible. But when we kissed in there, while the other guys
were…you know…I just felt like there was something there. Is that completely
freaky?”

“No.”

“I mean, there couldn’t possibly be a less appropriate forum
for stuff like deep feelings and romance and shit like that, but kisses are
personal, and this kiss meant something, even though it was while two guys were
sucking my tits.”

Carl nodded.

“What’s the nod for?” Melanie asked. “Are you agreeing with
the less appropriate forum part or the kiss meaning something part?”

“Both.”

“You don’t seem like the inarticulate type. That’s supposed
to be my job. Tell me how you feel.”

“I felt it too,” said Carl, looking past Melanie at the
water slide. “I mean, I enjoyed what happened in there with the other guys, and
I loved watching you get completely turned on, but at the very end I started to
wish that I was showing you my art instead of having you jerk me off in front
of a room full of people.”

“Your art?”

Carl looked a bit flustered. “I just meant that I wanted us
to be alone.”

“Tell me about this art.”

“There is no art. I was speaking hypothetically.”

“If you lie to your mistress, you
will
be spanked.”

Carl hesitated. “I draw sometimes. No big deal. I suck
anyway.”

“Can I see it?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Let me explain something to you. There are seven absolutely
gorgeous, naked, immensely talented men just beyond that door willing to grant
me pleasures beyond my wildest fantasies, and yet I’m here with you asking to
see your artwork. If you don’t appreciate the magnitude of this, I shall have
to kick your ass.”

Carl grinned and his face lit up. “You have to promise not
to tell me my art sucks.”

“I promise.”

“You can think it, but don’t say it. My fragile artist ego
won’t be able to take it.”

They walked along the row of doors, stopping at the one with
“CARL” engraved on a nameplate. “It’s kind of a mess,” he warned, turning the
knob and opening the door. He reached inside and flipped on the light switch,
and they entered.

Melanie gaped.

The room was practically an art gallery. There were pictures
covering every square inch of the walls, and dozens more on easels, many of
them unfinished. They ranged from black-and-white sketches to full-color
portraits. Melanie immediately recognized a huge one that was obviously the
centerpiece of the room.

Aunt Penelope.

Melanie walked over to the painting. “That looks just like
her,” said Melanie. “I mean, it’s
exactly
like her.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s practically a photograph. How long did this take you?”

“I’m not sure. I work on a lot of different things at once.”

“It’s amazing.” Melanie looked around at the other drawings
and paintings. Though a few were of a more abstract bent, the majority were as
realistic as possible. There were sketches of all the harem guys, lots of
wilderness drawings, a sunset or two, the requisite bowls of fruit, and some
paintings of city life that looked like they could spring to life at any
moment.

“I’m not very creative,” said Carl, “but I try pretty hard
to be true-to-life.”

Melanie walked around his room, looking at all of the
artwork. “Why aren’t you selling these?” she asked. “This is great stuff.”

“Nah.”

“It is. I had my fingers crossed behind my back when I promised
not to tell you if your art sucked, and trust me, this art doesn’t suck. I
mean, how do you
do
this? Did you take art classes?”

“One,” said Carl. “My teacher said I sucked.”

“Your teacher was an idiot.”

“Well, I was only eight.”

Melanie kept looking at the paintings, taking them all in.
When she’d glanced at all of them, she was amazed at their quality…and a bit
disappointed that there wasn’t one of her.

“Would you draw me?” she asked.

Carl shook his head.

“What if I commanded you to?”

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

“So, what’s your story? You’re Mr. Personality until I start
complimenting your artistic talent. What do the other guys think of this?”

“They don’t know.”

“How can they not know? Your room is packed to capacity with
the stuff.”

“I don’t let them in my room. Your aunt didn’t know, either.
And I kind of wish you didn’t, because I have to admit that I’m uncomfortable
standing here with you looking at them.”

Melanie grinned. “You’re cute when you’re humble. Bring your
sensitive artist soul over here and kiss me.”

“You don’t think we should get back to the playroom?”

“Nope. I’m sure Dawn is doing just fine. She probably has
them playing masturbation games.”

“I remember one time Aunt Penelope had us—”

“Keep it to yourself.”

“Sorry.”

Carl walked over to her and they put their arms around each
other. It felt nice, pressing her fluffy bathrobe-covered body against his.
They looked at each other for the briefest of moments, and then they kissed.

It was a sweet, tender kiss.

A loving kiss.

Melanie held him tight. They kissed for several minutes, not
breaking the embrace, their passion slowly increasing. Melanie felt the push of
his erection against her bathrobe as their tongues met.

She stepped away, tilted her arms back, and the bathrobe
dropped smoothly to the floor.

Carl removed his own bathrobe and they stood naked before
each other.

He took her hand and led her to his bed.

It was a queen-size bed, nothing spectacular, with light
blue flannel sheets. “I would have made the bed if I’d known you were going to
visit,” he said, easing her down upon the mattress.

“It’s okay,” she said. “Unexpected company’s a bitch.”

She lay on his bed and Carl lay on his side next to her.
They held hands and kissed some more.

“Are you
sure
this isn’t completely fucked up?” asked
Melanie.

“Honestly? I’m sure it
is
.”

“That’s what I thought, too.”

“But sometimes you have to look at a completely fucked up
situation and just say, ‘Hey, I’m going to…uh, deal with the fucked up
situation.’” Carl considered that. “I’m sure I meant to say something much more
profound and inspiring.”

“We’ll pretend that you did.”

“Okay.”

They kissed.

It wasn’t long before their kisses had moved into the realm
of “passionate making out.” They gripped each other tightly, their kisses
ravenous. Melanie wrapped her legs around him, and as they feasted upon each
other’s lips (not literally) they rolled around the bed, shaking the bedsprings
and filling the air with the sounds of their gasps and moans.

His penis was hard against her leg. Melanie wanted to taste
it.

“Would it be unromantic of me to suggest that I want to suck
your cock?” she asked.

“Not at all.”

“Because, you know, I was sort of thinking that I might like
to suck your cock.”

“Please do.”

She kissed a sloppy trail down his chest, using her tongue
when appropriate, and then ran her fingers through his pubic hair. “What is
pubic hair for, anyway?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. Maybe it’s supposed to be like a cushion when
you’re having sex.”

“That seems kind of silly.”

“I’m only speculating. It’s not a question that comes up
often. Dawn seems to be doing pretty well completely shaved, so who knows what
it’s for?”

“Did I give you permission to look at Dawn’s pussy?”

“I thought it was implied.”

“No, it was not.”

“I guess you’ll just have to punish me,” said Carl, stretching
out. “I sure would hate to receive a blowjob right now. Man, I can’t imagine
such a cruel punishment.”

“Especially if I bit.”

“Please don’t even joke about that.”

“Sorry.” She kissed the tip of his penis and caressed it
lovingly with her right hand. So smooth. “You know, I told Dawn that you had
the best cock of them all.”

“Really?”

“You bet.”

“Did she agree?”

Melanie hesitated. “I forget.” She took him into her mouth
to evade future questioning along those lines.

She moved her tongue over the shaft as she slid her lips
down his length. He was too big to take in all the way, but she went down as
far as she was able, and then slid back up, adoring the taste of him.

“Mmmmmmmmm…” she said.

She gave him several long, slow strokes, feeling his penis
get even warmer inside her mouth. It was so hard. So big.

She kissed down the underside and licked his balls, swirling
her tongue around them, gently taking one into her mouth and then the other.
She cupped them in her hand and licked them as Carl encouraged her through a
series of loud moans.

Melanie considered licking even lower, but no. She didn’t
have the same courage as Keith.

She licked back up his cock and then took him into her mouth
again, sucking only on the head. She stroked his wet shaft with her hand as she
sucked.

“You cannot imagine how good that feels,” Carl proclaimed.

Melanie smiled through her blowjob and kept going.

Then, keeping her mouth around his cock, she got onto all
fours and moved in a circle, straddling him right over his face. She lowered
her pussy onto him, thrilled when his outstretched tongue touched her sensitive
folds of flesh.

Yes, sucking a cock was much more fun when there was a
tongue on your pussy.

As Carl licked her, he rubbed his finger against her as
well, making the most of what limited room her crotch against his face afforded
him. He knew exactly where to touch, and her wetness and heat more than
doubled.

She sucked as far down on his cock as she could handle
without gagging.

His tongue darted over her pussy, his finger working her
clitoris.

She wanted to taste more of him.

Melanie sped up her mouth strokes, head bobbing up and down,
trying to let him know without speaking that his release was okay and
desirable.

His tongue moved faster and faster, so rapid and right on
the mark that she thought she’d reach her own orgasm before him.

She rubbed her breasts against his legs, stimulating her
nipples, stimulating her entire body.

She sucked and sucked and gasped for breath as she realized
that he’d just sent her over the brink…

Melanie came hard with his cock in her mouth, her tongue
moving so furiously over him that if there were such thing as a literal tongue
twister, she was very much in danger of it happening to her.

She had to pull away from his cock. She needed to scream.

“Oh, GOD!” she wailed, as her knees went weak and her feet
went numb and fireballs of pleasure roared through her center. Melanie had
never in her life come so many times in the same evening, and each one
threatened to catapult her out of this world into another dimension where the
only thing that existed was unrestrained delight.

Or something like that.

Either way, it felt really fucking great.

When she finally settled down, she resumed the task of
making this handsome stud muffin come in her mouth. She sucked on him for a
couple more minutes, as he continued to lick her dripping wet pussy, until
finally he announced that he was nearing the point of no return.

She sucked harder.

“I swear, I’m gonna come,” he warned.

She reached back and gave him an “a-okay” sign with her
fingers.

She sucked.

And sucked.

And…

He exploded into her mouth, ejaculating so hard that the
stream pounded against the roof of her mouth as if it had been shot from a
hose. And it was no small stream. In fact, he was coming so hard and so much
that she didn’t think she could swallow it fast enough.

“Oh, crap,” she said, or would have said had her mouth not
been full. Come trickled down the sides of her mouth and dripped onto his legs
in a most undignified display. She quickly wiped her mouth on his bed sheets
and swallowed as much as she could.

She licked her lips. “Somebody was
frisky
!”

He held out his arms. “C’mere.”

She lay on top of him and kissed him deeply. He didn’t seem
to be bothered by kissing her after he’d come in her mouth, nor was she
bothered by kissing him after he licked her, which was good. To feel otherwise
would’ve been tacky. They kissed each other for several minutes, until Melanie
realized that his erection, which had never completely faded away, was back to
its original glory.

She rolled off of him onto her back. He rolled on top of her
and kissed her once more.

She could feel his penis against her vagina, just barely
touching it. She was so horny, so wet, that a quick thrust of her hips would be
the only thing required for full penetration.

So she did it.

Her mouth fell open as his cock entered her, filling her
completely. If she hadn’t been so wet it might have even hurt. Carl looked
almost surprised that she’d made the first thrust, and then began a series of steady,
slow movements into her.

This was bliss.

Yes, the four-guy massage had been awesome, and the two
mouths on her nipples had been a moment for posterity, but having Carl inside
of her was too much to even describe. It felt so good that she thought she
might burst into tears.

She wrapped her legs around him.

They kissed deeply as they made love.

Carl’s thrusts began to pick up speed, and Melanie thought
that she was going to die from the excruciating pleasure. The bed creaked with
each thrust, not quite drowning out the wet sounds of their joined bodies.