Aunt Phoebe's Masturbatorium Ch. 10

"That's new!" Mary Kate cried, as the guy shot off another volley of sperm high into the air above our heads.

I had to move to my left to avoid getting hit by the aftermath of his huge explosion of cream. But the woman behind me apparently took the full brunt of the liquid assault and shouted her dismay.

"Look," Ashley said. "Here comes some more!"

Two of the guys standing in the middle of the line began to ejaculate at the same time. Huge arcs of sperm were launched into the crowd by their bobbing pricks, some of the sperm shot out with such force that the strobe light made it appear as if it looked like machine gun bullets tracing an invisible arc in the air. It was fun to watch the effect the light was having upon each ejaculation. Sometimes the spurts were long and fairly coherent. Other times the ejaculate seemed to burst into smallish balls of purple that resembled a slow motion version of water being forcefully ejected through a hose.

Other guys started to cum now, including Anton. Staring right at me and grinning lewdly, the handsome Frenchman pointed his fat prick toward me and moved his hips back and forth in a fucking motion. Within seconds, the white liquid that was begging for release from his full balls exploded from the tip of his swollen prick.

Mary Kate grabbed my arm hard. "Don't let him splash you!" she cried, quickly moving out of her chair.

Foolishly thinking that ejaculations of the kind that Craig or Barney could produce were intrinsic only to them, I remained in my seat, looking at Mary Kate as if she were nuts. But then Ashley followed suit, and I knew I had misjudged the crafty waiter. I really doubted that Anton could shoot a load over ten feet, but he did, amazing everyone. Once launched, his cumshot sailed out into the audience like one, giant, snake-like tail—ominous and direct. I had no time to dodge the blast, so I threw my hands up in front of my face and lowered my head into my lap. The explosion of hot cum flew well beyond me, striking several women behind me instead. However, it was the second and subsequent multiple bursts that reached my exposed legs, coating them both with a thick white lacquer.

"Oh, shit!" I cried, bemoaning the fate of my brand new white pumps now covered in spunk.

The twins laughed at my predicament, but as soon as the cascade of sperm subsided Ashley knelt down and began blotting my limbs with some tissues. Just as Anton finished ejaculating, the guy next to him began to fire off salvo after salvo of his copious hot semen, but thankfully in the opposite direction.

Eventually, all the men achieved orgasm, the last one to do so sending a most amazing rocket of sperm about 15 feet into the ecstatic and appreciative crowd.

"That was fucking great!" Mary Kate exclaimed, as she turned her head to watch the last jet of sperm sail into the distance.

"I had no idea some of those guys could shoot like that," I said, as Ashley finished removing some of the sperm from my shoes.

"I don't think Anton would have shot so far if it wasn't for you," Ashley said to me.

I laughed. "Well, it's nice to know that I can influence people like that."

The show was over and I had had a wonderful time.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Holly," Ashley said. "Come on. Let us give you a ride home."

An hour later and we arrived at my aunt's chateau feeling quite energized.

"Doesn't the sight of all those guys shooting off get you all horny?" Mary Kate asked me.

"A little," I confessed.

"God, I'm so fucking horny now," she said. "I'm going home and break out the vibrator."

"Don't forget to come to the fashion party on Wednesday," Ashley reminded me. Try to get there by 8:00 PM."

"I'll be there."

I said goodnight to the twins and ran upstairs and straight to bed, the memories of those long stringy series of ejaculations making me feel quite horny too.

The following morning I had told both my aunt Phoebe and Lenore of my experiences the previous night at Le Trois. Both seemed somewhat bemused by my tale.

"Oh that!" Lenore scoffed. "You make it sound as if it's something unique."

"You don't think it is?" I asked, surprised.

"We've gone to dozens of those kinds of shows," my aunt said between sips of coffee.

"Yes, but the guy who juggled..."

"It's been done and done and done," Lenore interrupted. "And I'm sure it's probably been done a hell of a lot better than what you saw last night. I could tell you some stories..."

"Please, don't," my aunt warned with an air of finality.

Lenore shrugged. "Well, it's been done."

"It was all new to me," I said.

"You'll have to forgive us for being a little jaded, niece," my aunt said. "Us old girls have seen it all at one time or another."

"Anyway, I had a great time."

"I'm sure you did. Mary Kate and Ashley are a blast. I love them both dearly."

Lenore smiled at me. "I told you they are exceptional people. Finer friends you could not ask for."

"They're having a fashion show at their home tomorrow. I'm going."

My aunt looked pleased. "Enjoy yourself. I understand there are going to be quite a few celebrities attending."

"And a few surprise guests, too," Lenore added.

"Like who?" I asked.

"I was told not to say anything."

"Oh, come on, Lenore!"

"I can't tell you or it will ruin the surprise," she said flatly.

My attempts to pull any other information out of her were useless.

For the rest of the day and most of Wednesday I was curious as to whom these surprise guests were going to be. I spoke with Craig on the phone that evening and he advised me to not call Ashley and Mary Kate demanding to reveal their list of stars, which is what I wanted to do.

"Now how do you know that this surprise they've got planned might not involve you?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"Precisely. So if you try and force it out of them, they might get offended. And if they did tell you, it would spoil the fun."

"I hate surprises, though. I wish Lenore had never said anything."

"You know you're acting a little immature, don't you?"

"I guess so. When am I going to see you?"

"Friday, it looks like. Barney and I will be taking a flight from Cannes on Thursday afternoon. Can't wait to see you."

"Me too. Call me tomorrow afternoon and let me know what films you guys saw. I wish I were there with you right now."

"If you were here with me right now I can guarantee you we wouldn't be watching any films."

We spoke for another ten minutes and then said goodbye. I slept that night imagining his strong muscular arms holding me close to him as his lips caressed mine.

A private limousine took me into Paris the next day. As the car made its way up the winding driveway that led to the twins' estate, I noticed that our car had become only one in a long line of stretch limos that suddenly appeared as if out of nowhere both in front and behind us. As we approached the outside gate, several burly men dressed in dark suits came toward the car and my driver was instructed to stop and let me out. The cars around us began to exude its occupants, some of whom I recognized as up and coming stars and others who had already become legends. All of these people were being escorted through the front gate and toward the entrance to the house.

Although the twins' estate was impressive-looking enough, it was nowhere near as large and charming as my aunt's fairy-tale castle. In fact, it seemed rather modest considering that the girls could afford to live anywhere they wanted. But once I entered the house, I understood why they had chosen it. It possessed a certain artsy charm in its bare, hardwood floors and high vaulted ceilings. The windows were huge, paneled affairs that rose from the base of the wall almost to the ceiling itself, allowing the rooms to be flooded with ambient light. The overall impression was sparse and somewhat stoic, but the addition of a grand piano, some Persian wall hangings, and an array of beautiful frescoes added an elegant and human dimension to it.

As I and the other guests, whom I quickly realized were all women, were escorted into the main living room, I couldn't help but imagine that I was suddenly transported into an ornate furniture showroom, where every available space had been taken up with chairs, couches, and sofas of various kinds. And in the middle of this forest of furniture, was a walkway purposely created to bisect the room at its center, thus allowing the fashion models to strut their stuff so that all could see.

I had no sooner entered the room than Mary Kate and Ashley came running to greet me, both looking a bit annoyed.

"Teri and Drew can't make it," Ashley told me, dejectedly. "I don't know what's wrong with those two lately."

"Can you imagine passing up our fashion show?" Mary Kate frowned. "This is the second time they've done that. I'm never going to invite them again."

"I wouldn't let it spoil your show," I offered.

"Oh, don't worry, it won't. Have you seen some of the people here? Look, there's Florence..."

"Oh, I know her!" I said as the woman sat down amongst several other middle-aged celebrities. "She was the mom on that show with all those kids. The Brady something or other."

"Bunch." Mary Kate filled in.

"And there's that girl Nikki from "Unhappily Ever After," Ashley pointed out to us. "She's very nice. You'll like her, Holly."

As my eyes surveyed the room, I began to recognize many other famous people whose faces at first I could not place. There were women from the bygone age of television, Florence of course, and someone whom Ashley called Barbara, who was the television mother of a little, nerdy kid named "Beaver". There were other stars whom I recognized right off: Jennifer, Hayden, Mena, Kelly, Alyssa, Mira, Lindsay, a whole entourage of world-famous women who all looked so absolutely beautiful that I felt inadequate in their combined presence. These objects of the paparazzo's seemingly perennial attention glided about the room like so many ethereal goddesses, bestowing equal amounts of grace and charm upon all whom they met. Mary Kate and Ashley escorted me around the room, introducing me to these people, always staying close by my side and refusing to be enticed away.

Most of these celebrities were nice people; some were not. Even in the presence of the twins themselves, a few of these so-called luminaries treated me with a dismissive attitude. I'm not saying they were rude to me per se, since they did offer the obligatory smile and hand shake, but beyond that they were too egocentric to warrant any meaningful conversation. I found the older stars much more to my liking. Florence was especially warm and genuine as was Barbara. Their younger counterparts, Nikki, Kelly, Alyssa, and Mira, were all very gracious and friendly. But overall I would have to say that the more mature women amongst them were truly deserving of the word "star".

As the show was about to commence, Mary Kate and Ashley had me sit down with them at the far end of the catwalk. The waiters were busy taking orders for drinks, which were being avidly consumed by the jittery, expectant crowd of which I was told numbered about 150 people. The twins gave a little speech to introduce everyone to their new line of men's clothing that was now going to be modeled. Finishing her introduction with a joke, Mary Kate indicated to a woman standing at the opposite side of the room to have the first model come out.

I hadn't noticed it before, but my attention was drawn to the ceiling as the lights around us went down. There, ensconced at various areas on top of the rafters, were small, but powerful, colored floodlights that now illuminated the catwalk. As if on cue, the loudspeakers, which I could not see, but which appeared to be nestled within two large wooden enclosures on either side of the catwalk judging by the direction of the sound, suddenly came to life, blaring forth a techno dance tune that had just become popular on the charts. In synchronicity with the music's beat, the first of the models strutted through the doorway, holding his head high.

The model wore a three-piece, gray, pin-stripe suit with a pink shirt and gray silk tie. The moderator informed us that the suit was made by a new and promising Italian designer whom the twins had hired recently to represent their line of men's clothes. I had to admit that the workmanship was quite spectacular. Of course the man wearing it, a young man in his early twenties who looked supremely self-confident, was very handsome, which made the presentation even more striking. His shoes, a throwback to the half-boot style of the mid 1960s, were a perfect complement to his ensemble. The design provoked a round of applause.

"I'll bet your boyfriend would look nice in that," Ashley said to me.

"I was thinking the same thing," I replied, as I watched the model perform one last full turn before heading back through the door.

One by one they came out, all ten of them, looking as handsome and charming as they could be. I had to admit that the designs were simply astounding, and for any man who could afford these superbly tailored suits, he would be foolhardy not to purchase at least one.

After the suits had been modeled, there followed a line of casual wear that was just as wonderfully designed, and drew quite a few positive comments from the audience. Ashley and Mary Kate were beaming. Their show was proving to be a great success and I was happy for both of them. But the best, as usual, was saved for last.

As the last model walked out, there was a brief pause while Ashley took the podium.

"And now ladies," she said with a mischievous smile on her face," the moment we've all been waiting for! The swimwear!"

The crowd immediately broke out into cheers as the first of the models came through the door wearing nothing but a low-rise, black bikini. But after a few moments I realized that all the cheering was not due to the design of the bikini itself, but to the massive bulge vividly apparent within it.

"Holy shit!" Mary Kate exclaimed. "Is he packing or what?"

There really was no place else to look. The entire audience was captivated by the sight of this handsome young guy parading down the catwalk with a hard-on as big as a house. The lewd comments that were thrown at him as he casually, and quite indifferently, walked up and down the aisle had absolutely no effect upon him. He simply carried out his routine with aplomb and smiled graciously as he strutted off.

"Christ that was fucking huge!" Ashley screamed with laughter.

"How some of these guys can maintain erections under these conditions is beyond me," I said, chuckling under my breath.

Alyssa, Mira, and a few other celebrities were overcome with amusement, demanding to see more. They were not disappointed.

The next guy came out wearing nothing more than an emerald-green thong, showcasing his frightfully massive erection. I was puzzled as to why he too was sporting a hard-on until Ashley confessed to me that she and Mary Kate insisted each model get himself hard for the show.

"I thought it would be amusing for everyone," Mary Kate said without taking her eyes off the model. "I mean, just look at him. Look at that beautiful package!"

I couldn't help but laugh along with everyone else. "You're amazing," I said to her. "Next thing you'll have these poor guys walking out in the nude!"

I continued laughing but a sudden silence feel upon both sisters.

"What?" I said staring at both of them. "Oh, no. You're not telling me..."

"Just relax and enjoy the show," Ashley said, trying to patronize me.

I turned my attention to the next model, who was now dressed in a very sexy French-style swim trunk. He, too, was quite well endowed.

And so it went on, until all ten models had showcased their attractive swimwear and their ample equipment. As the last model gingerly walked out of the room, Mary Kate and Ashley were greeted with a thunderous round of applause. Their fashion show had been a hit.

"Great job guys," I said to both sisters. "That was fantastic!"

"It's not over yet," Mary Kate said with an impish grin.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

By now the crowd was quite worked up. The smell of marijuana was everywhere and the liquor continued to be consumed in huge quantities. The women were demanding to see more of the delectable hunks that graced the twins' fashion show and it was clear that they were not going to relent until they got what they wanted.

"Okay, okay!" shouted Mary Kate, addressing the jeering crowd in a loud voice. "I know what you naughty girls want, and here it is!"

Mary Kate's assistant on the other end of the room opened the door, and to my utter astonishment, and the crowd's overwhelming delight, two very handsome and muscular men, one black, one white, came walking up the catwalk casually, gracefully, and completely nude. And the thing that made it so incredibly lascivious, was that both men were sporting 12 ¾" erections. I sat there with my mouth hanging wide open.

"Surprise Holly! Surprise!" Ashley squealed.

Indeed it was big surprise. The two men were none other than Craig and Barney.

"How did you manage this?" I asked her, dumbfounded.

"I took both their phone numbers," Mary Kate replied. "I leave nothing to chance."

"We thought you'd be happy about it," Ashley said, admiring the huge erections that now bobbed up and down for all to see.

"Well, yeah, I guess so. It's just that it took me completely by surprise."

"That was the idea. The guys were very cooperative."

"I'm sure they were."

Mary Kate's eyelids closed to half their normal size. "Please don't tell me you disapprove, Holly. We're just having a little fun."

"No, no, it's not that. It's just that I spoke to Craig last night and, well...he sure pulled the wool over my eyes."

"He was just keeping our secret," Ashley said. "Come on, enjoy the show."

She then gave me a big hug and took my hand, the sheer exuberance of her laughter quickly disarming me.

"Hey Craig," I shouted. "Hey Barney!"

As soon as both men saw me I was rewarded with a huge grin from each. Craig blew me a kiss.

"Hey babe!" my blonde exhibitionist yelled out. He then turned around and playfully shook his muscular backside at me.

"He is such a great guy!" Mary Kate sighed. "You're lucky to have him, Holly."

"I know, Mary Kate. I know."

What transpired that evening was something that I will try to describe in some detail, but the overall impression was one of unbridled depravity on the part of the women, in particular. I suppose their reactions could have been attributed to the overindulgence of drugs and booze, but I think many of them simply were possessed of a lewd nature to begin with. I believed these characteristics were typical of your average, and not so average, Hollywood celebrity. But this behavior also extended to those stars who had long ago departed the heady luminescence of Tinseltown. From what I could tell, even the most mature of these former luminaries were now acting as wild and blatantly sexual as their younger counterparts.

Needless to say, it wasn't long before a throng of women descended upon the two naked men, caressing them, fondling them, and in general treating them as if they were both Apollo and Hercules come to life. It had become a free-for-all with everything up for grabs.

"Come on," Mary Kate said, grabbing both her sister's hand and mine. "Let's get in on the action."

We had to fight our way through the crowd to get to Craig and Barney, who were by now quite enervated by all the female attention they were receiving. As soon as Craig saw me, he grabbed me and gave me a long kiss.

"You look great!" he said to me as some strange women wrapped her hand around his huge prick.