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ÒDear holy joe, I have long wondered what your publisher, Andrew
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ÒDear Curious in London, youÕre in luck. Our publisher is featured in
the February 13, 1999 issue of The Economist magazine. His photo is on
page 58. The caption beneath his photo reads: ÒNow available on the
Internet.Ó There is an article about erotic literature next to his photo. In
the photo you can see our publisher reading from one of his favorite (self-
written) sex stories. Namely, this one:
Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SULTRY SPRING
Chapter Fourteen
Sometimes my aunt liked to be submissive. Sometimes she liked to
be bold. Today, she was feeling the latter way. We stood in line at a busy
restaurant. We had sat in a coffee shop across the street, watching the
prospective diners enter the restaurant. One by one and two by two they
came, and finally my aunt saw something she liked.
So we hurried across the street, I in my jumper, my hand clutching
my hat, which was a sailor hat, my aunt wearing a jacket with a velveteen
collar, and a plaid vest. Temptingly, under her vest, which was buttoned
closed, she wore nothing. You could see her bare, suntanned skin where
the vest didnÕt cover her. Her collarbone could be seen, and the inner
slopes of her shoulders, where they joined to her bare throat. Her bosoms
pushed prominently against the buttoned halves of her vest. The thrust of
her chest forced the open, unbuttoned halves of her jacket to hang
decorously but uselessly at her sides.
Below the tempting show of flesh, artfully covered with formal
clothes, my aunt wore a short skirt. It was not quite a miniskirt, but was
short enough to draw stares as we crossed the street. She looked like a
young mother with me running beside her, clad in my kid-like jumper.
We reached the restaurant in time to get in line behind the two men
we were after. Our panting drew their attention. They turned, smiled. My
aunt and I smiled back.
ÒIs this the Bon Homme?Ó my aunt asked the men, still catching her
breath. Her cheeks were flushed.
ÒWhy, yes. ThatÕs what the sign out front says,Ó the man replied. ÒI
donÕt speak French but I guess I can pick out the letters.Ó
ÒYouÕre from America?Ó my aunt asked, noticing his accent.
ÒYes weÕre both from America,Ó the man beside the one who was
speaking said.
ÒI like Americans,Ó my aunt said, letting a note of shyness slip into
her voice. She always liked to be shy when she was at her boldest. It gave
her a fetching guise, letting her be bolder still.
ÒIÕm from America!Ó I piped up. The men looked at me.
ÒShe is your daughter?Ó one of the men asked.
ÒNo, my niece,Ó Rebecca said. I opened her purse. I pulled out a
lollipop. ÒChloe! DonÕt eat that! YouÕll spoil your dinner,Ó my aunt said.
ÒNo I wonÕt, auntie,Ó I answered. I tore off the cellophane and
popped it in my mouth before she could stop me.
ÒMmmm! Cherry,Ó I reported to the men. Their smiles broadened. I
had my own tricks for being fetching.
ÒWhy were you running?Ó one of the men standing in front of us
asked, for my aunt was still a little short of breath, though I thought it
was more a ploy now, her panting, rather than a need for more air.
ÒI was afraid theyÕd run out of tables,Ó my aunt said. ÒI hear this
restaurant is quite popular.Ó
ÒWhy, yes. WeÕve heard the same,Ó the men answered. And then one
of them said, ÒDonÕt worry. If they run out of tables, but my friend and I
get one, youÕre welcome to sit with us.Ó
ÒWhy, thank you,Ó my aunt said.
ÒLetÕs sit with them, auntie,Ó I said, taking my lollipop out of my
mouth so I could speak.
ÒOh, I wouldnÕt want to impose,Ó my aunt told me.
ÒNo, itÕll be fine,Ó one of the men said. He smiled at me. I looked at
him and licked my lollipop. He raised his eyes to my aunt and said,
ÒPlease. We would love to have you.Ó
ÒYou donÕt mind my niece? She can be a bit trying,Ó my aunt said,
glancing at me as I resolutely continued to suck away at my lollipop.
ÒNo, no. She is-- lovely,Ó the man said. He smiled at my aunt. ÒAs
are you.Ó
ÒWell, thank you,Ó my aunt said, and blushed.
One of the men was 24 and the other was 25. They were both
businessmen, newly arrived from America for two weeks of business.
ÒAnd what about pleasure?Ó my aunt asked, smiling over her meal,
as we sat at a choice table by the window. The maitre de had found us all
so attractive heÕd found one of the best tables for us.
ÒWell, our company doesnÕt really allow time for that,Ó Frank, one of
the men, said. He gave his friend, who was named Jed, a rather
disconsolate look.
ÒWe both just finished advanced degrees at Boston University,Ó Jed
said. ÒWeÕre new hires. ThatÕs why they gave us such a demanding
schedule. Hopefully on our next trip weÕll have time to enjoy the city.Ó
ÒStill, on your last weekend, do you think if you finished early you
could enjoy a pool party?Ó my aunt asked. Jed looked at Frank.
ÒMaybe if we really busted ass,Ó Frank said.
ÒGood,Ó my aunt replied. ÒThen you could enjoy a little sun, after
two weeks of being cooped up indoors?Ó
ÒYes. Perhaps,Ó Frank said.
We chatted some more. We finished dinner and the men, who had
offered to pay for our meal, and now insisted upon it, if we were going to
invite them to a party, had us order dessert.
ÒIÕm afraid my tastes are rather expensive,Ó my aunt said, gazing at
the dessert menu.
ÒThatÕs fine,Ó Frank said. ÒPlease, indulge yourself. ItÕs been
wonderful having someone around that we could talk about things other
than business with.Ó
My aunt ordered the most expensive item on the menu. I did too.
ÒI like dessert better than dinner,Ó I told the men, after IÕd ordered.
They only smiled, nodded.
Perhaps it was the chocolate in the dessert, but as we ate our
conversation turned to sex. My aunt, licking her spoon, for her dessert
was Òbeyond delicious,Ó as she reported to the men, said, ÒSo you have
girlfriends, but theyÕre both back in America?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Jed said. He coughed and shifted in his chair.
ÒWhen did you last see them?Ó Rebecca asked.
ÒA few nights ago,Ó Frank said.
ÒAnd how are you faring?Ó my aunt asked.
ÒOkay, I guess,Ó Frank said.
My aunt popped her spoon in her mouth and sucked it a moment. Then
she drew it from between her lips and said, ÒIÕm not a male, but I
understand that after just a few days a man can be feeling rather
awkward.Ó She smiled. ÒDo you feel awkward?Ó
The men looked at each other. Then Jed looked at me and Frank
looked at my aunt.
ÒPerhaps just a little,Ó Frank said. ÒItÕs like eating a good meal.
You feel full.Ó
ÒAnd if you do nothing about it, the fullness produces a certain
randiness, a certain excitement?Ó my aunt asked them.
ÒWell, yeah... above and beyond the normal excitement, I guess,Ó
Frank said.
ÒAnd if you still donÕt do anything about it, if release still eludes
you, then it becomes a burden, doesnÕt it?Ó my aunt said.
ÒYes, definitely,Ó Jed said, taking his eyes off me. I sat playing
with my dessert, scooping up white cream into little piles amidst the
chocolate syrup.
ÒThat is the condition I wish for you to be in when you attend my
pool party,Ó my aunt smiled.
ÒHuh?Ó Frank asked.
ÒAnd I have one other request,Ó my aunt said. ÒHere in Europe it is
customary for men to wear Speedo swimsuits. Not the baggy shorts that
are fashionable in America. I would like you both to wear Speedo
swimsuits. YouÕll receive a more complete tan that way.Ó
ÒAre you serious?Ó Jed asked. ÒAbout what you said a moment ago?Ó
ÒYou mean, about being burdened?Ó my aunt said.
ÒYeah.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó my aunt said. ÒAnd do me one other favor, if you can
manage it. IÕd like for you to purchase Speedo swimsuits that are a size
too small. Do you think you could do that for me?Ó
ÒA...Ó Frank said.
ÒAnd I want you both to keep exercising,Ó my aunt said. ÒI know
youÕll be busy but I want you to both spend at least an hour each day
exercising. You both look great in your business suits. I want you to look
equally great in your swimsuits.Ó My aunt smiled. ÒAre you surprised by
my candor, gentlemen? Think of it this way. IÕm doing a favor for your
girlfriends. Every night, when you go to bed, exhausted from your long day,
you know what youÕll be thinking about, donÕt you? How easy it would be
to phone for a call girl. We canÕt have that. Think how it would upset your
girlfriends, to be patiently waiting for you in Boston, while youÕre both
screwing hookers in Paris. So, by following my instructions, you can stay
out of trouble. Really, gentlemen, you should thank me for giving you both
assignments relating to your most important parts. If you obey, and that
is of course entirely up to you, youÕll keep yourselves out of trouble during
your stay here in Paris.Ó
ÒUntil we attend your pool party,Ó Frank said.
ÒHave I promised anything?Ó my aunt said.
ÒNo, but--Ó
ÒYouÕre right, Frank,Ó my aunt said. ÒI hand-picked you. For
pleasure. But IÕm not a call girl, so nothing is guaranteed. YouÕll have to
be good and do as IÕve said and then perhaps youÕll get lucky. Or perhaps
youÕll simply have a leisurely swim. WeÕll have to just wait and see. IÕm
a real girl, after all, not a Paris slut.Ó
I giggled.
ÒWill she be there?Ó Jed asked, looking again at me. I was still
playing with my dessert. I was too full to finish it.
ÒYes, of course,Ó my aunt said.
ÒBut sheÕs just a child,Ó Jed said.
ÒMmmm. And youÕve been admiring her all evening, havenÕt you, Jed?
Think of the trouble you could get into if you got caught soliciting an
under-age hooker. Once again IÕve provided against that. Simply do as IÕve
told you, and of course youÕll get to be with my niece at the pool party.
She loves pools and parties as much as I do.Ó
ÒGod,Ó Frank said. He shifted in his chair. He looked at Jed. ÒWe
were going to... well, you know... after dinner.Ó
ÒYou were what?Ó my aunt asked.
ÒCall,Ó Jed said. ÒYou know, call some girls. In the phone book. Or
perhaps weÕd bump into some walking back to our room.Ó
ÒIt is up to you how you handle your... burden,Ó my aunt told them.
ÒHowever if you can be good IÕd love to have you at my party.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Frank gasped. He frowned at my aunt. ÒI swear, I donÕt
think IÕve ever had this open a conversation with a woman about such a
private matter before. At least, not one IÕve just met over dinner.Ó
ÒThis is Paris, gentlemen,Ó my aunt replied. ÒThings are more open
here. ThatÕs why IÕm worried about you. YouÕre both Americans, straight
from the land of the sexually enslaved. God knows what two strapping
young gents like you could get into over here. So instead IÕm inviting you
to a little party, provided you can be good.Ó
ÒWeÕll be... good,Ó Frank said, rather crossly. Jed nodded. He looked
at me. I looked up from my dessert, watching him out of the corner of my
eye, and gave him a broad smile. It exuded complete innocence.
ÒGod, your niece is beautiful,Ó Jed said to my aunt.
ÒShe looks even cuter in a bikini,Ó Rebecca told him.
And so it was that on the day of the pool party I wore my smallest
bikini, while lying out back with my biggest teddy bear. We lay on a
rubber raft together, on a towel beside the pool. I didnÕt want to get wet.
I squirted myself with suntan lotion and rubbed it carefully into my skin.
I wore sunglasses that were a size too big for my face. They made me
look silly, but I didnÕt mind. I thought they were cool. I saw a girl in a
movie wearing sunglasses like this. She had dated a guy who was older
than her.
My aunt sauntered out back and sat in a chair by my head. She was
wearing a teensy bikini, similar to my own. She asked for my sun tan
lotion. I handed it to her. She squirted some on herself.
ÒChloe,Ó she said. ÒWeÕre going to treat the men. When they arrive,
but not before, because I want you to stay white there in the meantime, I
want you to take off your top.Ó
ÒOh!Ó I said.
ÒOh, I think I hear the doorbell,Ó my aunt said. She put down my
suntan lotion. She reached behind herself. She untied her bra. She draped
it over the arm of the chair she was sitting in. ÒTake yours off, Chloe,Ó
my aunt said to me.
ÒAlright,Ó I answered.
When my aunt came out back with the men, they had changed out of
their business suits and were wearing ball-hugger swimsuits. The suits
would have shown off the men to exemplary advantage in any event, but
theyÕd done as my aunt wished and bought suits that were a size too small.
They looked like Gods, despite their lack of a tan, both of them well-built,
with bare, powerful chests, thick arms, sturdy long legs, wearing just the
skimpy Speedo swimsuits around their waists. I could see their balls
weighing heavily in their suits. Their dicks, half-aroused, poked with
obvious glee into the front of their suits, drawing the fabric around their
waists out away from their taut stomachs.
ÒThis is a nice place you have here,Ó Frank said. He smiled at my
aunt. ÒI must say you surprised me when you greeted us at the door
wearing only bikini bottoms.Ó
My auntÕs breasts bobbed naked in the sunlight. Her nipples were
stiff. She smiled. ÒIt is nothing to go topless at the beach in France,Ó she
said. ÒHave either of you had a chance to get down to the beach?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Frank said.
ÒWell then we shall have a taste of the beach here,Ó my aunt said.
She smiled and pointed to me. ÒSee? SheÕs brought her teddy bear out
with her. He likes pool parties too.Ó
I grinned exuberantly at the men. I shifted from my belly onto my
back. I picked up the suntan lotion and squirted my nipples with it.
ÒI donÕt want them to burn,Ó I explained.
My aunt waited while I anointed my nipples. Then she reached down
and took the bottle of sun tan lotion from me. She looked at our male
guests. She gazed at their too-small swimsuits.
ÒThe fabric of your suits looks awfully thin,Ó my aunt told Frank and
Jed. ÒLet me squirt a little lotion on you, just in case the sun burns
through the nylon.Ó She aimed at FrankÕs penis. She squeezed the bottle.
The suntan lotion shot out. Frank gave a cry as the lotion landed on the
bulge of his cock in his swimsuit.
ÒGod,Ó Frank exclaimed. He watched as my aunt doused his hard-on.
How lovely he looked, standing there dry, naked, wearing just his little
suit, which my aunt now wet with the sun tan lotion. When she had
drenched his genitals she aimed her bottle at Jed. She gave him the same,
squirting him right on his dick and balls until the whole front of his
swimsuit was soaking wet with the oily lotion.
ÒCan I put some on my chest?Ó Jed asked.
ÒOh,Ó my aunt said. ÒLetÕs party indoors. I think itÕs too hot to
enjoy ourselves out here.Ó She turned to me. ÒCome, Chloe. LetÕs go
inside. Bring your teddy bear if you like.Ó
Excited, their swimsuits sexily wettened, the men let my aunt lead
them indoors. She had food prepared in the kitchen and she beckoned them
there. When they had loaded canapes onto paper plates, and each poured
themselves glasses of wine, my aunt invited them downstairs. There, in
the basement, she led them into a room with a bed.
ÒYou will think IÕm being forward, but itÕs cool down here, and we
can relax,Ó my aunt said to the men. She climbed onto the bed and
stretched out on the cover. She did not pull the cover back, lest the men
get ideas. Eagerly they got on the bed on either side of her. I climbed in
too, bringing my teddy bear, and some food for him on a plate.
Had my aunt been alone, the two men would undoubtedly have yanked
down their suits and fucked her. But I was there. I was only 13, and if my
body was not a testament to my minority, my teddy bear was. The men lay
awkwardly on the bed, their cocks straining at the wet nylon of their
swimsuits. There was clearly only one thing on their mind, but my
presence kept them on the straight and narrow. My aunt lay between them
eating her canapes, sipping her wine. It was very intimate, and yet
chaste, for I sat on the outside of them, next to Jed, pretending to feed my
teddy bear before popping each of the items on my plate into my mouth.
ÒIsnÕt she a bit young to be drinking wine?Ó Jed asked my aunt.
ÒChloe is 13. ThatÕs old enough to drink in France, provided itÕs done
in the home,Ó my aunt answered.
ÒDo you... live with anyone?Ó Frank asked.
ÒNo, just my niece, whoÕs only visiting,Ó my aunt replied. ÒWhy?
DonÕt you have a girlfriend?Ó
ÒYes, but sheÕs in America,Ó Frank said.
ÒWould you like for me to be your girlfriend?Ó my aunt asked Frank.
ÒYes,Ó Frank gasped.
ÒWhen I have a boyfriend I like to do this,Ó my aunt said. She opened
the front of FrankÕs suit, which wasnÕt difficult, since he was already
bulging so much that his suit left a gap between his stomach and the
nylon. She took a canape off her plate and stuffed it into the front of
FrankÕs crowded suit. ÒYou see?Ó she told him. ÒItÕs sort of like having an
extra purse, having a guy whoÕs in Speedos. Though there isnÕt much room,
you can usually stick an item or two in his suit.Ó She laughed. Frank
looked at himself, now wearing a suit that held not only his dick and
ponderous balls but also a (slightly crushed) canape.
ÒYouÕre teasing me awfully badly,Ó Frank said.
ÒMmmm. Your friend has a place where I can store my food too,Ó my
aunt observed. She picked up another canape off her plate and stuck it into
the front of JedÕs suit.
ÒGod, donÕt do that,Ó Jed begged. My aunt caressed his dick through
the nylon.
ÒDo you feel like youÕre going to make your own contribution?Ó my
aunt asked Jed.
ÒYes. And right in my suit,Ó Jed said.
ÒAnd how about you, Frank?Ó my aunt asked. She touched a fingertip
very lightly to the front of FrankÕs bulge, touching the very tip of his
nylon-restrained penis.
ÒYes. YouÕre lucky your niece is here,Ó Frank gasped.
ÒOh. What would you do to me if she wasnÕt?Ó my aunt asked.
ÒDonÕt ask,Ó Frank said.
ÒMmmm. Your suits are drying,Ó my aunt said. ÒOne of the rules for
my pool parties is that the men must always have wet swimsuits. If you
two donÕt want to wet them yourselves, I guess I must.Ó She picked up her
glass of wine.
ÒYou wouldnÕt,Ó Frank said.
ÒIÕm afraid I would,Ó my aunt said.
ÒI wonÕt let you,Ó Frank said. He sat up, then rose onto his knees.
But my aunt followed him and, drawing herself on her knees also, she
pulled open the front of FrankÕs suit and poured her wine directly onto his
dick.
ÒGod!Ó Frank yelled.
ÒThe alcohol in the wine does give off a slight sting, doesnÕt it?Ó my
aunt said.
Jed could stand no more. He reached up and yanked down the back of
my auntÕs bikini bottom.
ÒHey!Ó my aunt said.
ÒYou have a nice ass,Ó Jed told her.
ÒJed,Ó my aunt said, her voice rich with sympathy but at the same
time exuding control. ÒI appreciate the compliment. But you and Frank are
not my only guests. True, I was a little deceptive, inviting you both to my
party a half hour early. But now we must go upstairs. I have four other
guests coming. Two couples. I wouldnÕt want to keep them waiting
outside.Ó
ÒBut--Ó Frank, his suit drenched in wine, some of which ran down
the front of his thighs, stammered.
ÒYes, of course youÕll both come up with me, and meet our new
guests,Ó my aunt said. ÒDo you think IÕm going to leave you both down here
in bed together? Two men alone? Or, worse perhaps, with my 13-year-
old niece?Ó
My aunt crawled over Jed. He lay dumbfounded. She gave him a
rueful look and pulled up the back of her swimsuit. Then she said, ÒCome
along. All of you. The guests will be here any minute.Ó
ÒDo you have a towel I could put around myself?Ó Jed, gazing at how
his excitement caused his swimsuit to stand away from his body, asked.
ÒA towel? This is a pool party, Jed. YouÕre in your suit. So will our
guests be. Come on. I want you to meet them,Ó Rebecca said nonchalantly.
My aunt loved to tease more than anything, and thatÕs just how the
men felt, well-teased, as she introduced them to our new guests at the
front door. The guests, two couples, arrived wearing clothes. They had
their swimsuits in shopping bags. They had just purchased them. Frank
and Jed blushed with embarrassment as they greeted the two men and two
women. Both Frank and Jed had crushed canapes in their swimsuits, and
FrankÕs was newly wet with the wine my aunt had poured into it. JedÕs
was still damp from the sun tan lotion.
ÒWell, it looks like youÕve already started,Ó a blonde woman, named
Susanne, with a Swedish accent, smiled. She looked with smiling eyes at
Frank and Jed.
ÒYes, they are both quite excited to be partying, after two long
weeks of work,Ó my aunt replied.
ÒI hope our boyfriends will be as excited as yours are,Ó a redhead
named Tonya said. She gazed with admiration at the stiff presentations
Frank and Jed were making through their suits.
ÒOh, theyÕre not quite that large,Ó my aunt said. ÒI used their suits
to store my canapes. Hmmm. Let me see,Ó she said. She pulled the front
of FrankÕs suit away from his body. She reached into his groin. From the
pouch of his suit she pulled out a wrecked canape. ÒFrank, you smooshed
it,Ó she said disapprovingly. But then she popped the canape in her mouth,
chewed it, and swallowed.
ÒMmmm! IÕm going to like this party!Ó Tonya said.
ÒThey could serve us, donÕt you think?Ó my aunt asked impishly.
ÒYes,Ó Susanne agreed. ÒIÕm sure my boyfriend wouldnÕt mind eating
canapes out of another manÕs swimsuit!Ó
ÒYouÕve got to be kidding,Ó SusanneÕs boyfriend, who was named Ken,
said.
ÒOh, Ken! Please, just do as we ask,Ó my aunt said.
ÒOh, shit,Ó Ken replied.
Ten minutes later we were all sitting in the living room. Susanne
and Tonya had changed into swimsuit bottoms. Their tops, which theyÕd
worn into the room, now lay untied and draped like invitations over the
arms of their chairs. Their boyfriends sat beside them, dressed in skimpy
too-small Speedos which showed off their equipment. I sat in a chair by
myself, with my big teddy bear. My aunt orchestrated the serving of the
canapes. She stuffed Frank and JedÕs swim briefs with as many as they
would hold, in the kitchen, and made the men present their loins to our
guests. They plucked the canapes from the menÕs Speedos and ate them.
ÒA bit salty,Ó Ken mused. His girlfriend Susanne had taken a canape
from JedÕs swimsuit and fed it to him.
ÒThis is the first time IÕve ever eaten canapes out of a manÕs
swimsuit,Ó Dwight said. He ate one from FrankÕs proffered loins and then
reached for another.
ÒTheyÕre pretty good!Ó I said. I ate one Frank had given me, serving
me with his groin before moving on to Dwight and Tonya.
ÒYouÕre too young to be at a party like this,Ó Susanne told me.
ÒDonÕt worry. My teddy bear will keep me safe,Ó I answered.
When weÕd had our fill of canapes, my aunt, who had endless tricks
up her sleeve, even when she was bare-armed and topless, said, ÒNow itÕs
time to let Frank and Jed rest. In this next little endeavor, weÕre going to
put Ken and Dwight to work. They will do a strip tease for us.Ó
ÒA strip tease?Ó Ken asked. ÒWeÕre only wearing Speedos!Ó
ÒWell, youÕll be stripping out of them in a minute,Ó my aunt replied.
ÒBut not here. Downstairs, in the basement, where itÕs deliciously cool.Ó
And so we went downstairs to the basement again, this time with
Suzanne and Tonya and Ken and Dwight. Frank and Jed came along, of
course, still clad in their suits, carrying along extra canapes in their
Speedos in case we wanted to eat more.
Downstairs, while Frank and Jed stood dutifully at the foot of the
bed, we girls arranged ourselves along the side of it. Ken and Dwight were
ordered by Rebecca to stand in front of us. There was enough room for
both men to dance around. Rebecca turned on a tape player and told Ken
and Dwight to dance. At the same time, she passed out things to us girls
that sheÕd brought down from the kitchen: cans of whipped cream, trays of
ice, bottles of canola oil that sheÕd put squirt tops on.
ÒThe idea is to only attack the menÕs loins,Ó my aunt explained to us
girls. ÒHave at them, as much as you like. But donÕt squirt their faces or
chests. Just attack their penises, and their balls.Ó
The men danced. We girls laughed and threw ice cubes at their dicks.
We squirted whipped cream at them. We attacked them with the canola
oil.
ÒWhew! That was tough,Ó Ken admitted, when the tape in the tape
player finally ended. He stood with his dick wobbling excitedly, coated
with cream, drenched with oil.
ÒDo you feel like cumming?Ó my aunt asked him.
ÒYes. Of course I do,Ó Ken said.
ÒAnd how about you, Dwight?Ó
ÒGod, yes!Ó Dwight said. ÒIt took all the willpower I had to hold
myself back.Ó
ÒWell you both did a fine job of retaining your seed,Ó my aunt said.
ÒDidnÕt they, girls?Ó Susanne and Tonya nodded, then burst out laughing. I
laughed too.
ÒCan we dance?Ó Frank, standing at the foot of the bed, his suit still
jammed with canapes, asked.
ÒWhy, Frank. Do you want to do a striptease for us?Ó my aunt asked.
ÒWe want to get these damn suits off,Ó Jed said.
ÒWell alright, but we get to attack you while you dance,Ó my aunt
told them.
Eagerly, the men tore off their suits. The canapes spilled from their
suits and fell on the floor. My aunt scolded them for dumping canapes all
over her floor and told them she might have to spank them later. Neither
man cared. Frank rewound the tape player. Then he and Jed danced to the
music, while Ken and Dwight stood aside. Ken and Dwight looked rather
forlorn that nobody was paying attention to them anymore. Just then my
aunt looked over her shoulder and said to them, ÒI want you to to pull on
Frank and JedÕs suits, and pick up those canapes and put them back in.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Ken asked. ÒCanÕt we wear our own suits?Ó
ÒNo,Ó my aunt said. ÒWe girls trade swimsuits sometimes and I
want you men to learn how to do that too. You men should learn to share.
Put on Frank and JedÕs suits for me. It doesnÕt matter that theyÕre wet and
messy. You two are a mess anyway. Look at your dicks. I wouldnÕt want
you soiling your nice clean swimsuits when you can just put on Frank and
JedÕs.Ó
And so they did. Ken and Dwight had to struggle to get Frank and
JedÕs suits on, for they were both achingly hard, but they finally managed.
Meanwhile, Frank and Jed danced for us, and we threw things at their balls
and penises, and squirted them. When at last the tape player stopped
again, my aunt proposed a new game.
ÒThe men have endured admirably, and so now itÕs time for a game
that tests us girls,Ó my aunt said. She reached for the drawstrings on her
bikini bottoms. ÒIn this game, we all sit in a circle. WeÕll sit on the floor.
Both girls and guys will sit on the floor, in a circle. Each person will face
the back of the person in front of them in the circle. So, you see, weÕll all
be sitting sideways.Ó My aunt untied her bottoms and pulled them off. She
stood up and displayed her bush. It was trimmed, dry, and fluffy. She ran
her fingers through it and smiled.
ÒIn this game, each person in the circle sits on the floor. They tilt
back their head and stick out their tongue. Then, hereÕs what happens. A
girl stands up and spreads her legs. She walks around the circle, with her
legs apart, straddling each person in the circle in turn,Ó my aunt said.
ÒYou mean, she lets everyone lick her snatch?Ó Susan asked, her eyes
mirthful.
ÒYes,Ó my aunt said. ÒEveryone gets a turn at attacking her snatch.
She must go around and around until she finally cums. IÕll keep a
stopwatch handy to see how long it took her to cum. The longer the better,
of course. This is a test of endurance.Ó My aunt smiled. ÒOr, we can play
a different way,Ó she said. ÒEach person in the circle stands up and goes
around one time. Then they sit back down, and the next person gets up. We
keep doing this until everyone has lost themselves. Some of us may have
two or three orgasms, doing it this way, since thereÕs no stopping the
game until every last person has spent.Ó She grinned. ÒAnd if we include
the men, thereÕs going to be sperm all over the place. And donÕt think the
men donÕt have to lick the men who pass over their faces. They do!Ó
ÒSo a man could, theoretically, lose himself while heÕs being licked
by another man?Ó Susanne asked.
ÒMmmm. And spurt all over his face,Ó my aunt said.
ÒThatÕs obscene,Ó Frank said.
ÒIt sounds like a wonderful game,Ó Susanne said, untying her bikini
bottoms.
ÒYes,Ó Tonya agreed. ÒI just hope I donÕt have to go first. How
embarrassing it would be to be the first to cum.Ó
ÒThen you must,Ó my aunt told her. ÒTonya will be first. We must
face our inhibitions here and overcome them, Tonya!Ó
Ken and Dwight hurriedly pulled off the suits they had borrowed. As
for myself and the other girls, we stripped out of our bikini bottoms. Then
all of us arranged ourselves on the basement floor, by the bed, and the
game proceeded. Tonya went around first and nearly exploded on my face.
Next Dwight had a turn, and he didnÕt make it, spurting all over my auntÕs
face. Then he sat down, back in the circle, for his tongue was still needed,
even if his loins were spent. In any event, he was hard again by the time
his turn came round again, and so my aunt had him go again, and he came
again, losing himself over SusanneÕs face. She did not mind the tribute. In
face, she fingered herself while he lost himself on her. My aunt scolded
her for doing that-- masturbation wasnÕt permitted. When Susanne went a
second time her desires overwhelmed her and she spent on TonyaÕs face.
We were all quite messy by the time the game was finished. Our
faces, formerly dry, were now wet with the juices that had formerly been
pent up in our loins. My aunt smiled radiantly. She suggested we go out
back for a dip.
ÒIt will cleanse us, and perhaps after a bit our strength will be
recovered,Ó Rebecca said.
And so it was. Later we played a game of 69 on the living room
floor. Each couple arranged themselves head to tail. Then, at the word
ÒgoÓ, everyone busily tongued their partner. The last pair to come were
declared the winners.
We rested some more, and then played yet another game. This one
was called Òtoo hot and too coldÓ. Cups were laid out. One contained
lukewarm water. Another contained chilly jello. Still another contained
hot tea. Each man had to run up to the cups and insert his dick into them.
After this he had to run along a line of us girls. We knelt on the floor, and
he had to stick his penis into each of our mouths. The game continued
until every man but one had cum. He was declared the winner. (It was
Dwight, which surprised me, since heÕd been the first to lose himself in
our first game.)
With all the men but Dwight having lost himself yet again, but with
us girls feeling randy from sucking so many cocks, we took Dwight
downstairs to the basement bedroom. There, as the men who had spent
watched, Dwight was encouraged to fuck all of us girls. He managed to do
me and my aunt before cumming. Then Susan and Tonya, not wanting to be
deprived of a final moment of bliss, made love to each other, spending on
each otherÕs warm bodies amidst the bedsheets.
ÒWell, we have all exhausted ourselves, IÕm afraid,Ó my aunt said.
She glanced at the men, who all were now limp as wet clothes on a
washline. ÒI hope you and Jed enjoyed your trip to Paris,Ó she said to
Frank.
ÒYes,Ó Frank said.
ÒWe should probably go now,Ó Jed said.
ÒNot that we havenÕt gone already, several times,Ó Frank smirked.
ÒYes, gentlemen, itÕs time to end our little party,Ó my aunt agreed.
ÒAnd if your girlfriends ask you if you had sex with anyone while you were
in Paris, you can both honestly say that you didnÕt. Using, of course, the
definition of sexual intercourse, which is the definition AmericaÕs
president insists upon.Ó
ÒYes. YouÕve kept us on the straight and narrow,Ó Frank laughed.
That was the last we saw of Frank and Jed, but IÕm glad we were
able to help them stay true to their girlfriends.
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