this one voluntary. I’ve got plenty
to keep my eyes busy with Keith here, so don’t feel like you have to
participate. Anybody who wants to keep their swimsuits in place, take one step
forward.”
Nobody took a step forward.
“Good,” said Dawn, sounding a bit flustered. “Then let’s
move down the line.”
Melanie watched, transfixed, as Dawn instructed each of the
men in turn to remove their shorts. Carl hadn’t been lying…they were all
extremely well hung gentlemen, and Nate’s cock was an amazing appendage even if
it was the shortest in the group. Dawn moved through the line slowly, lingering
over each man, personally stroking each penis as it was exposed.
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.”
Chapter Eight
“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
to keep my eyes busy with Keith here, so don’t feel like you have to
participate. Anybody who wants to keep their swimsuits in place, take one step
forward.”
Nobody took a step forward.
“Good,” said Dawn, sounding a bit flustered. “Then let’s
move down the line.”
Melanie watched, transfixed, as Dawn instructed each of the
men in turn to remove their shorts. Carl hadn’t been lying…they were all
extremely well hung gentlemen, and Nate’s cock was an amazing appendage even if
it was the shortest in the group. Dawn moved through the line slowly, lingering
over each man, personally stroking each penis as it was exposed.
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.”
Chapter Eight
“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
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