Aunt Phoebe's Masturbatorium Ch. 07

Julie's left hand immediately grasped the base of his shaft while her right hand continued to stroke him with hard, rapid movements. She moved her head back slightly and to the left in order to get a better view of his orgasm.

"Catch it! Catch it!" she screamed, as I watched Craig's entire body freeze under the girl's insistent tugging.

The first spurt of semen shot out so fast that it startled everyone, especially Julie.

"Hurry! You have to catch it!" she laughed as her hands brought forth the second eruption of hot cream.

This time the trajectory of the cumshot was much higher and had drifted to the right. Sylvie was there.

"Got it!" she exclaimed, as the sperm hit the rim of her glass first before collecting in a pool at the bottom.

Julie was overjoyed at seeing all three of us jockeying for position with our wineglasses extended before us, trying to anticipate when the next load of sperm was going to be fired.

"Oh, God!" Craig cried as two huge ropes of sperm followed one upon the other.

I somehow managed to outmaneuver Juliette, and caught the first of these ejaculations head on into my glass. I had to quickly move my glass into vertical position to prevent the cum from dripping out, but I succeeded in doing it. Juliette, who watched as the bulk of Craig's offering landed on her arm, leaving only a modest amount in her glass, captured the next spurt.

"Another one!" she demanded.

As if in obeisance to her command, Craig's cock reared back and fired off another thick and creamy salvo right at her, which she successfully trapped in her glass.

"Ha!" she laughed as she looked down into the glass. It was half full.

Craig continued to shoot his sperm at us, sometimes high into the air where we had to fight each other to get at it. One jet of semen was completely trapped in Sylvie's glass, thanks to her quick maneuvering. This was followed by a succession of spurts that were fired off at random, some of which I managed to catch, but most of which Sylvie's agile hands succeeded in obtaining. Juliette caught the final stringy load. All of us laughed as we watched the bulk of it splash onto the outside of her glass and dribble down onto her fingers. Craig was completely spent, but Julie was absolutely enervated.

"Look at my hands!" she said, as she raised them up for us to see. "You had a lot of stuff inside you, Craig!"

"I guess so," he replied breathing fast.

Sylvie handed her a napkin. "You were superb!" she said.

"Absolutely!" I added.

"Okay, you were good," Juliette said begrudgingly.

Receiving such praise from us put Julie in a very happy mood. She carefully wiped the sperm from her hands with the napkin and then retreated to the bathroom to further clean up. The three of us looked into each other's glasses, curious to see which one of us had caught the most sperm.

"I guess you win," I said to Sylvie, seeing her glass almost completely full.

"You played very well," she replied. "You almost got as much as me."

Juliette looked disappointed. "I only caught one load. But if my sister had pointed his cock more toward me..."

"Don't start," Julie shouted from the bathroom. "You had as much chance as they did."

"No arguments, please," Sylvie warned them. "The game was played fair and square."

Sylvie and Juliette soon joined Julie in the bathroom to remove traces of semen that had struck their clothing or hands. I had, however, miraculously remained unscathed.

"I think we better be going," I said to Craig, as I watched him clean his prick with a napkin.

"Yeah, it is getting kind of late."

He quickly dressed and then poured himself a glass of water. He took one sip and smiled. I hadn't realized that I was staring at him the whole time.

"Something wrong, Holly?"

"I would like you to be my champion at the 'Long Shots' contest," I told him.

He smiled again and took another sip. "I'm your man," he said.

************

After Craig and I said goodbye to Sylvie and the twins, he drove me home as promised. I had a chance to learn a little about him during our hour-long drive, and the more I heard, the more I knew I had made the right choice in making him my champion.

"So you were married to her for how long?" I asked him.

"Six months," he replied.

"What happened?"

"Cheryl was a great girl, but the marriage just didn't take."

"Was it true what you said about your penis being too big for her?"

"That was part of it, but the truth is we just rushed into it before we had a chance to really get to know each other. I guess that happens to a lot of people."

"I guess so," I replied. "But I wonder if we ever really do know people as well as we think."

He shrugged. "Probably not."

Craig seemed not to want to talk about this aspect of his life so I changed the subject. In due course he told me all about his experiences with the EJAX-472 drug: how it had changed his life and how it had led him, inadvertently, to me.

"I know I did a stupid thing by taking that damned illegal drug," he said. "But as weird as it sounds, it opened up a whole new world for me. I wouldn't have met you otherwise."

I chuckled softly. "I guess I should be grateful for your stupidity."

"Yeah," he agreed. "The one time when my 'other' head made the right choice. But I don't want you to think I usually make decisions that way."

"Well, Dr. Swensen must have seen something in you for her to take you on this trip. And your friend Barney too."

He smiled. "Some people might think she was using me and him like guinea pigs. You know, like pitting us against your aunt Phoebe's studs in order to rack up some new statistics. But Christiana's not like that. She actually invited Barney and I to come along because it was her way of saying 'thank you' for helping her with her experiment. She wanted us to enjoy ourselves."

"That was very nice of her," I said. "It's too bad she had to leave. She seems like a very fascinating person."

"She's a great lady," he emphasized. "Maybe one of these days you could visit me in Stockholm. I'm sure she'd love to see you again. Not to mention me, of course."

"I'd love to," I replied. "Speaking of your friend, Barney...where is he anyway?"

"He has family living here in Paris so he's staying with them. Mostly he hangs out with me at the hotel though."

"Do you think he's going to compete in the 'Long Shots' contest?"

"I don't know. He hasn't said that much about it. Why?"

"Why?" I asked, surprised. "Because he stands a good chance of winning. Both of you do. And there is a lot of money involved, too. He'd be crazy not to enter."

"Barney is a great guy but he's not always forthcoming. I'll ask him tonight when I see him."

Craig's mouth dropped open when we reached the top of the hill overlooking my aunt's estate and surrounding vineyards. The vast stretch of cultivated lawns and gardens loomed before us like an imposing patchwork of emerald green framed beneath the vista of a cloudless, crimson sky, within which stood the magical fairytale castle of the proud Anjou family.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "It that it? Is that your aunt's estate?"

"I know!" I laughed aloud. "I can hardly believe it myself. It's like living in Disneyland."

"You know, the last time I was here it was late at night and I couldn't see much. Man, was I missing the picture or what?"

"Well, my dear Craig, you'll be getting to see a lot of this place in a few days. Training for the contest begins next week."

He let out a loud whoop. "I can't wait! And you're going to be training me, right?"

"I'll be your principal trainer," I said. "But I will also have other women to assist me."

He seemed to like this idea immensely. "The more hands the merrier!"

As we drove up to the front entrance I saw my cousin ride by on Antares. I thought she might stop to greet us as we approached the front gate, but she ignored us and rode off toward the coral.

"That was Angelique, wasn't it?" Craig asked.

"That was her."

"She didn't look too happy."

If I had only known about the schemes my cousin was clandestinely hatching at that moment I would never have mistaken her taciturn appearance for anything but the arrogant scowl it really was.

"We had a falling out," I said, as I watched her and her mount vanish behind the tall hedges. "This is her way of punishing me."

"Maybe you could try talking to her."

"I intend to. But I don't think it's going to change anything."

"You never know," he said. "She is family after all."

"Yes, she is," I concluded, dismally.

He took his right hand off the wheel and placed it over mine.

"You know what I like about you, Holly?"

Before I had a chance to respond, he went and answered his own question.

"You give a shit."

"What?"

"You give a shit," he repeated. "Everything matters to you."

"Yes, it does," I concurred. "I suppose I'm just an intense person."

"Intense, passionate, beautiful, smart...you're just an unbelievable girl. And you've got the greatest hands..."

He raised one of my hands up to his face and kissed it.

"You'd better treat them nice," I advised him. "These hands are going to be demanding a lot from you."

He moaned softly as my other hand lightly brushed his thigh.

"Like they did today?" he asked, as I gently removed my hand from his grasp.

"Today was just a warm-up."

"A warm-up?" he asked surprised. "Shit, I better hold off on coming for a while!"

"Until next Monday. That will give you four days to conserve that precious cum of yours."

He laughed. "I'll try not to jerk off."

"You have to be here to start your training at 9:00 AM," I told him. "And don't be late or you'll be disqualified."

"Anything for you, Holly," he said, looking at me with a sudden, burning desire.

I gave him a kiss and got out of the car. He held onto my arm until the last moment, reluctant to let me go, and asked me if I wanted to go back to his hotel. As much as I wanted to go with him, I also knew that he would try to initiate sexual intercourse, and although I liked him very much, I simply didn't know him well enough to relinquish my virginity to him. It simply didn't feel right to me. I explained my feelings to him and he seemed to understand, although I knew he was disappointed.

"Do you want to meet me and Barney at the beach tomorrow?" he asked. "I'll wear my new emerald-green thong for you."

The chance to spend some time with him at the beach, and in an environment where I would be relatively safe from being pressured into having sex—or worse, from having to turn him down—appealed to me greatly.

"Sure," I replied. "What time?"

"Ten o'clock. I'll meet you by the main entrance."

"I'll be there."

I gave him some further details about the contest and then we said goodbye. He remained in the driveway until I had let myself into the house and then drove off. The mark of a gentleman, I thought.

************

I was so tired after leaving Craig that I went upstairs and went straight to bed. My adventures in Paris had completely tuckered me out, and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The following morning I found neither my aunt, nor Angelique, anywhere in the house. I had overslept, and now that I was running late I decided to forego breakfast and call a cab, as Jake was nowhere to be found. After I had showered, I hurriedly put on my white bikini and threw on a white cotton blouse over it. I arrived at the beach a few minutes late, but Craig was waiting for me by the main entrance, already outfitted in nothing but his emerald-green thong and receiving appreciative looks from many young women—and some men. Barney wasn't with him.

"Wow! You look great!" he remarked, as he surveyed me up and down.

"So do you!" I replied. "Green suits you. What there is of it anyway. Where's the big man?"

"He couldn't make it," he replied. "He said he had other plans."

Craig didn't seem too happy about his friend's decision not to come and dug one of his heels into the sand.

"Other plans," he said derisively. "Come on. How could anyone pass this up?"

"Did you ask him about the contest?" I asked.

"He's not going to do it," he replied with a frown. "In fact, he's leaving for Montreal in two days."

"Montreal?"

"That's where he's from."

This news surprised me. "I thought you two guys were having such a great time here. Why is he leaving?"

"He told me that he had some personal business to take care of back home and left it at that."

"Personal business? Did he give you any details?"

"None. Which really bothers me because I know Barney pretty well, and it's not like him to be so evasive."

"What are you going to do?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm staying. But if he wants to leave I can't stop him. I just feel like he's hiding something from me."

The beach was already crowded, but we staked out a spot for ourselves on one end close to a small outcropping of rock. Craig had brought a blanket, sunscreen, sandwiches, and several bottles of chilled water that he kept in an insulated container—everything we'd need for the next several hours as we sat lying in the hot sun.

"I'm sorry I didn't think to take anything with me," I said. "I was running late."

"You made it here, that's all I care about," he smiled, as he placed the blanket down on the sand.

For a while we said nothing to each other. I allowed him to put sunscreen on my back and then I did the same for him—all as we watched the green-blue waves gently roll onto the shoreline not fifty feet from where we sat. A short distance away a young couple lay side by side locked in a passionate embrace; they seemed oblivious to everything going on around them as their bodies lay intertwined on the sand. Craig and I watched them for a few moments in silence, and then we positioned ourselves next to each other with our backs to the sun.

At intervals, a gentle, cooling breeze would sweep across the water and caress our heated bodies, offering a temporary respite from the sun's merciless rays. We remained quiet for some time until, finally, the combined effects of the sun, waves, and wind forced me to doze. All around me I heard the sound of people's voices being carried on the wind, and every so often the plaintive cry of a gull would reach my ears. At some point I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was Craig's voice urging me to wake up.

"Holly, look!" he said in a hushed but excited tone.

He put his hand upon my arm and shook me gently.

"What is it?" I asked, raising my head up.

"Our friends are doing it."

I followed his gaze to the couple we had noticed earlier. Both of them were fucking under cover of a blanket, and the girl's occasional cries of ecstasy filled the air. Strangely enough, no one around them seemed to care about the indecent act being performed under their very noses. Even when the girl's intermittent yelps became a steady drone, no one seemed to pay them any attention. It was odd, to say the least, but then again, this was a French beach, and the French were nowhere near as uptight about such things as their American counterparts.

"Wow!" Craig remarked, reaching under his thong. "I'm getting all excited just listening to her!"

He shifted his body a little to the left so that I could see his crotch.

"You're as hard as a rock!" I laughed.

"It doesn't take much to get me going," he admitted, as he tried to move his now enlarged penis into a more comfortable position within the thong.

As he manipulated his cock, I noticed that there was something opaque attached to the end of it.

"What is that?" I asked.

"I have a condom on," he replied.

"Why?"

"For times like this when I get a hard-on and I start to leak. I don't want to get my thong all messy. I feel embarrassed."

"Are you leaking now?"

"Yes."

"Pull the blanket over us."

"What for?"

"Just do as I say."

Without another word, he took one end of the blanket and wrapped us up in half of it, leaving the other half on the sand to protect us from the heated surface. I put my arms around and him and drew his face close to mine.

"Make love to me," I said to him.

"Are you serious?" he exclaimed. "You want me to..."

"No, I don't want you to fuck me. I want you to kiss me and I'll jerk you off into the condom. I'm feeling horny, too, you know."

Before he had a chance to reply, I placed my mouth on his and gave him a long, passionate kiss. At the same time I pulled his thong down and began to masturbate him with both hands.

"I wish I were inside you," he moaned, as I stroked him hard with one hand while my other hand played with his huge, cum-filled balls.

"Play with my clit," I said, tonguing his ear. "But don't put your fingers inside me."

"Oh, God," he whispered excitedly as his hand reached down toward my pussy.

His fingers made contact with my clit almost immediately, and he stroked me with an even, consistent tempo, just as my own hand performed the same motion on his stiff prick.

"Is it true that you're really a virgin?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, wow," he said, driving his cock in and out of my fist with increased speed. "You're just fucking beautiful all over."

Suddenly his face darkened.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"The contest, remember? I thought you told me not to jerk off."

At this point I really didn't care about the contest and told him so.

"Whatever you say, Holly," he said pulling me closer to him. "But are you sure..."

"Oh, Craig. Just shut up and make love to me!"

He kissed me really hard then, and I clung to him for dear life as his arms drew me even closer to him. I think my admission of being a virgin actually served to stimulate him even more, but I wasn't sure why. Despite its size, I wanted so much to feel that enormous cock deep inside me, but I was not yet ready to surrender myself to this man completely. For now, the present form of sexual stimulation would have to suffice—for both of us.

"We're being watched," I said.

Craig tilted his head to one side toward the young couple. "They seem to be enjoying it."

"They had their fun," I said. "Now it's our turn."

For the next several minutes we hardly came up for air, as both of us found it next to impossible to stop kissing. Then, without warning, I felt a tremendous wave of pleasure overcome me, forcing me to clamp my thighs tightly together over his incessantly moving hand.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned loudly in his ear. "Just keep doing that...yes, that's it!"

I wasn't aware that I had stopped tugging on his prick, but I had. All that mattered to me was the incredible sensation that was now engulfing my body like a huge tidal wave. I was coming all over his hand.

"Oh, my God!" I cried.

As his powerful and agile fingers brought me to orgasm, I drove my tongue deep into his mouth and groaned. My climax seemed to go on forever and in the midst of it I heard him whisper several times, "I love you." I knew Craig was very fond of me, as I was of him, but people were known to say such things during the height of passion, and I didn't take it to mean anything more than that. As I came down from my orgasm I relaxed my grip upon his hand and he pulled away.

"No, don't go anywhere," I said. "Let me finish you off."

"You already did," he said smiling.

"You came?" I asked surprised.

"Yes, ma'm. I came right along with you."

"You did? But I stopped stroking you."

I watched as he reached down and slowly removed the condom from his now semi-erect penis. It was full of sperm.

"See? You got me so excited I couldn't help myself."

"Amazing," I said, seeing how much of the condom was actually filled with the creamy fluid. "You'd better bury that thing now."

He proceeded to dig a small hole in the sand next to where he was sitting and threw the soiled condom in it and quickly covered it up.