Free Aunt Penelope's Harem by Chris Tanglen Page A

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