Aunt Phoebe's Masturbatorium Ch. 01

"I love it!" she cried, as she massaged the creamy effluence into her thighs.

Portland shot off a few more rounds and then fell to the floor in a heap.

"That was the best damn handjob I ever had!" he said, breathing heavily and looking up at my aunt with an adoring look.

"Thank you. That was so much fun," she replied as she wiped the sperm off her hands with a tissue.

A few of the women helped Janet clean up the mess on her legs with a bunch of tissues. She looked ready to pass out.

"Great cum shot, Portland! Great cum shot!" she said laughing.

Lenore waltzed over to my aunt and congratulated her, taking a moment to officially welcome her into the Sisterhood.

"You are now one of us," she said to my aunt as she shook her hand firmly.

"Thank you, Lenore. Is there anything else I need to do?"

"No, you are now a lifelong member." She turned to Portland. "You may go now young man. You put on a wonderful show."

"Thank you, ma'm...ladies," he said, as he gathered his clothes and made a hasty retreat to a hearty round of applause.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Lenore asked my aunt.

"No, not at all," she replied. "I actually enjoyed it."

"Wait until you visit the Masturbatorium," Estelle said. That's really something to experience."

All the other women readily agreed.

"What's the Masturbatorium?" my aunt asked.

"No," Lenore said to Estelle. "She'll find out soon enough. I want it to be a surprise."

My aunt pressed Lenore and the others for more information, but she was told no more. Consoling herself with a second drink, she invited everyone back out onto the lanai. As they started to leave, I saw my chance to escape and took it. Happy to be released from my confined surroundings, I went to the window to watch the procession of drunken women make a wobbly sojourn onto the patio. When I was certain that the last of them had gone, I immediately called for a cab and dashed out of the house. I had the cab meet me at the gated entrance abutting the street so that no one could possibly witness my escape. I arrived at the theater just as the movie had ended and the people were exiting. Brittany was the one who saw me first.

"Hi Holly!" she said, chewing a wad of bubblegum. "Feeling better?"

I assured her that I was all right.

"You missed two great movies."

Before I could respond, I saw Angelique and Megan fight their way toward me from within the crowd.

"Well look who's here!" my cousin said, giving my shoulder a pat. "Did you make it home?"

"No," I lied. "I hung out at the beach and puked my brains out. But I'm better now."

"I hope you didn't do it in front of any boys," Megan said.

"When you've got to puke, you puke Megan—boys or no boys—ifyou're human!" Angelique said jokingly.

"Ha, ha," Megan said, not amused.

The four of us spent the rest of the day and most of the evening within the microcosm of that wonderful mall, buying everything we could get our spoiled little hands on. Jake picked us up at 9:00 PM as he promised, and we were dutifully home by 10:00 PM, as we had promised my aunt.

When we arrived back at the house, I found the servants back at their usual chores, as if they had never left. My aunt greeted us warmly, eagerly inspecting our recent fashion acquisitions and commenting excitedly when she came upon what she thought was a unique treasure. She asked us how we had enjoyed our day and was sorry to hear that I had been taken ill. She felt bad that I had chosen to spend part of the day at the beach alone, but she never intimated that I should have come home, and I think she was relieved that her plans had not been compromised, which of course, they were.

Lenore, Justine, and Estelle had gone out for the evening, and I was grateful that I wouldn't have to confront them, especially Lenore, afraid that my knowledge of their cult practices might somehow be revealed in my facial expressions, and interpreted by their perceptive leader as infinite treachery and warranting immediate death. My aunt seemed to be her normal self, offering absolutely no hint of the wanton creature she had become earlier that day. But the truth was, although I still loved her, she had done those sordid things and I could never look upon her in quite the same way. In truth, I was being extremely judgmental, but as I grew in wisdom and experience, I found myself applauding her actions and eventually wanting to be just like her.

That night, Megan, Brittany, and I were once again entertained by some sexy DVDs Angelique had somehow managed to acquire. However, after what I had seen earlier that day, the videos seemed tame by comparison.

Delvin and Maria showed up around 1:00 AM and proceeded directly to bed, where we were again treated to a superlative sex show. Angelique repeated her performance of the night before by giving herself an immense orgasm as she watched, like the rest of us, with our faces pasted against the wall. It was the last night Maria would spend with Delvin as she was going to Europe to record a German version of her latest hit song. This gave my cousin an idea.

"It's open season as far as I'm concerned," she said later while Brittany and Megan were sleeping. "With Maria gone I'm going to have him all to myself."

"Isn't he going to Germany to join her?" I asked.

"Not for another week," she said happily.

"What are you going to do?"

Without a pause she said, "I'm going to make him forget about her and pay more attention to me."

"How are you going to do that?"

"I have my ways," she said with a sinister laugh.

Angelique was a lot like her mother, with one very important exception. Where my aunt was circumspect in her dealings with people, Angelique was blatantly direct, often foregoing the usual formalities most people take for granted. I also knew better than to underestimate her once she had made up her mind.

"Are you going to tell me?" I inquired.

"No," she said flatly. "Now go to sleep."

If I had known the thoughts that were running through her head that night, I would have hopped into the nearest cab and headed straight for home, never to return. Yet, the events I had witnessed earlier that day struck a sympathetic chord deep within me, forcing me to wonder about the power women had over men in ways both base and sublime. What my cousin had planned was sure to involve the former, but I decided then and there that there was nothing she could muster up that could ever hope to top what I had seen with the Sisterhood. Little did I know that Delvin, and the four of us, were soon going to experience something only the wicked imagination of my cousin could produce. And even more surprising, I would become a willing participant in the execution of her dastardly schemes.

As she and the other girls slept, I found myself wide awake, thinking about how much I wanted to tell my cousin all about the sordid affair that recently took place in my aunt's study. If I could have peered into Angelique's perverse mind, I might not have been so reticent to expose her mother's involvement with the secret society of women. But the lingering fear that somehow my treachery might be exposed by some unknown means available only to the Sisterhood prevented me from uttering a word to anyone. And so, I lived with the clandestine knowledge of the Sisterhood for a long time to come, secure in the realization that safety lie in silence.

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With Maria gone and Delvin in between recording sessions, our object of endearment found himself spending inordinate amounts of time either swimming or lounging by the pool. The Spanish beauty whom we had watched him have sex with several nights in a row had been gone for almost a week, and her absence was beginning to take its toll on Delvin's libido. My cousin and our two friends found, to our delight, that he was now focusing his attentions upon us, particularly Angelique, and whenever my aunt Phoebe wasn't around, he would make subtle sexual innuendos to my long-legged cousin, who ate up every morsel of flattery as though it were some fancy Parisian delicacy.

I liked Delvin and thought he was very cute, and Brittany and Megan seemed to share my opinion of the pop star. But Angelique was thoroughly obsessed with the handsome boy, and made no attempt to disguise her feelings about him to us. Of course, in his presence she was forced to act contrary to her usual forthright nature by feigning casual indifference—first, to keep her mother off track, and second, not to give Delvin the upper hand by thinking he had some power over her. It must have been difficult for her to play this game of cat and mouse with him, but I knew Angelique. I knew she was formulating a plan of action, and she would not implement it until all the pieces were in place. As far as Delvin was concerned, he could not afford to offend my aunt by making any overt gestures toward her daughter. For one thing, he considered my aunt his friend, and for another, he was already involved with Maria.

Finally, after days of teasing each other with thinly disguised erotic banter, and swimming together in the pool where he would find any excuse to touch her, Angelique called for a little conference by the pool when no one else was around. The meeting took place just after she and Delvin had been swimming. Her hair was still dripping wet as she took a chair beside me, and we watched as Delvin went into the house, giving us all a broad smile as he walked by. I took a sip of my soda and watched as her eyes followed him into the house.

"Have any of you ever smoked pot?" Angelique asked us.

"I have," Brittany said.

"Honest?"

"I swear. My brother let me try it a few times."

"I've never tried it," Megan admitted. "I don't think I'd like it."

"Why am I not surprised?" Angelique stated with a smirk. "How about you Holly?"

"Nope," I said, wondering where this was all leading.

Angelique thought for a moment and then spoke in a whisper, glancing over our heads to see if anyone might be within earshot.

"Okay, this is the thing," she began. "Delvin's got some stuff and he wants us to smoke it with him."

"No way!" Brittany squealed.

"Tonight," Angelique continued. "In his room!"

She smiled mischievously, and soon the three of us were begging her to give us the details.

"In his room?" Megan asked excitedly. "Are you going to do it?"

"You mean arewe going to do it?" Angelique said, correcting her. "Yes, of course! Are you crazy?"

"I can't wait!" Brittany said, almost spitting up her soda.

My cousin must have seen a look of reluctance on my face because she began staring at me with her hypnotic blue eyes.

"Holly, you have to do this."

It was said as a directive.

"No, I don't."

"I'm not going alone."

"But what if your mother finds out?"

"She's going out tonight to meet Lenore and the rest of her friends. It's only going to be Delvin, the four us, and a couple of servants, and I know how to handle them."

"It's too risky."

"It's too risky!" she said, mocking me. "Everything you do is a fucking risk. Are you in or not?"

"Come on, Holly," Megan pleaded. "It won't be the same if you're not there."

What Megan really meant was thatshe didn't want to be left alone with the more frivolous half of our foursome.

"Holly's going to watch us through the peep hole," Brittany said, making a funny face.

Angelique kept staring at me with those enormous blue eyes of hers, willing me to submit to the demands of the group.

"Are you in or not?" she asked again, tapping the underside of my bare feet with her own in a playful manner.

"I thought you wanted him all to yourself anyway," I said, feeling myself slowly acquiesce as I thought of his sexy smile.

"Not tonight," she said. "I have other plans in mind for him tonight."

"Like what?" I asked, finding this humorous.

"You have to be there to find out," she replied. "So, are you in?"

We're just going to smoke a little pot right?"

"Yeah."

"And then what?"

She looked at me with a hint of annoyance.

"I don't know. Maybe listen to some of his CDs, you know...play around a little..."

Brittany laughed aloud. "Angelique wants to play around with his big horse dick!"

"You mean his donkey dong!" Megan offered.

"I didn't say that!" my cousin snapped.

End of Chapter 1