Free Aunt Penelope's Harem by Chris Tanglen

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,”