Chapter 4

Actually I was a little surprised. Dinner turned out to be fairly normal. At least as normal as it can get if you're tied down naked to a table surrounded by women. Cindy and Amy took turns cutting food into little bites for me to eat or spooning me something like potatoes or corn. Needless to say I wasn't all that hungry. Really it wasn't that my body didn't want the food, but more like my mind was put off about being fed like a child.

Still, dinner went by pretty quick. Before I knew it Julie was directing the girls in cleaning off the table. While she was busy removing the flower, twine, and cock ring from me. God, I can't tell you how good it felt to get that thing off me. My cock deflated like a punctured balloon once it was off and a tension throughout my body, I hadn't even noticed, started to slowly seep away.

Julie took a seat by my side and sat there waiting while the girls cleaned and washed the dishes. When everything was done she had them all sit around the table.

"I've decided that since Wendy has opted out and Erica won't be getting a turn--"

Erica popped to her feet and said, "What do you mean I won't be getting a turn?"

"Just what I said," Julie stood and stared Erica back into her seat, "as punishment for disobeying me you do not get a turn."

"But--" Was all Erica could get out before Julie continued over her.

"Another word and this won't be the only punishment." Julie only sat back down when she was sure Erica wasn't going to speak again. "Good. Now as I was saying, this leaves the contest between Samantha and Alan. Samantha."

"Yes, ma'am." She said as she stood.

"You have half an hour to get Alan off. If he does the girls win. If not, he wins." Julie smiled across at me. "Are you ready?"

Lifting my head I took a quick look around the table. My insides felt like mush as I saw each face stare back at me. I was anything but ready. Still I had no choice; I could either do it now or forfeit. I didn't like either choice, but doing it now at least gave me a chance to win.

I looked back to Aunt Julie and gave her a nod. She stood and said, "Good, let the game begin."

I watched as Samantha stood and walked from the room. I remembered she was carrying a bag before and I was sure she was going off to get it. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what foul tool she was going to try using on me. That's when it hit me, no one had left. They were all still siting there around the table. They were all going to sit there and watch.

Suddenly, my sex life (though before today I had none) was now a spectator sport. It was weird. I could feel their eyes on me as I laid there waiting. And knowing that they were looking at me was causing a reaction I couldn't seem to stop. My thankfully limp dick was now starting to rise. I tried to think of something, anything to stop a full erection, but every time I started to close my eyes to think all I could see were all those girls looking at me. What was worse, was Aunt Julie was there looking at me too. I know that shouldn't have been worse, but it was.

By the time Samantha returned I was hard as a rock and almost as horny as when they'd first tied me there. I could tell this was going to be no contest. She was going to break me in minutes.

Samantha used her chair to climb onto the table with me. She was wearing those long gloves again and she was carrying my worst nightmare. That thing, that dildo. It was off but it still made me uncomfortable. It was her first mistake. My rock hard erection was already starting to wilt at the thought of what she might do with that.

"Uh-uh," She said, taking hold of my cock and giving it a few strokes. "You won't enjoy this if you don't stay hard."

"I don't think I'll enjoy anything you do with that," I said. My comment seemed to amuse the audience since they all gave a chuckle when I said it. It was hard to keep from blushing all the way down to my toes.

Samantha just straddled my chest and smiled down at me, "You might be surprised." With a twist she turned the little monstrosity on.

To tell you the truth I was surprised. I watched as she started touching herself with it. Rolling it between her breasts, holding the tip of it to her clothed nipples, and best of all sliding down the front of her pants a bit. Each touch seemed to send little ripples of pleasure through Samantha and her body seemed to writhe to some unheard music. She seemed so exotic, like some sexual creature I'd never seen before.

Finally, she seemed to remember me. She held the vibrator over my mouth and asked, "Will you lick it for me?" I was tempted, but shook my head as soon as I remembered what she was holding. Shutting it off she placed it on the table beside us and started unbuttoning her pants. "Even if I flavor it for you," she leaned down and whispered in my ear. I swallowed and shook my head again.

I know if she would have touched me right then, I would have just exploded all over the place. "Are you sure," she asked. Picking up the dildo she slid it into the front of her panties. If my head was a little higher I could of gotten a great look right down into them, but she was leaning back just enough so I couldn't see a thing. She moved the dildo a little deeper and I could tell by the little vibrations it was sending into my chest that she was wedging it between her and me.

Samantha tightened her knees against my sides and I could feel her body tensing against me. She'd either just found a really good spot, or she's just orgasmed on top of me. The thought of either was bad enough to make me start dripping.

After a moment she pulled the dildo back out of her panties and held it above my face again. I could see that it was wet with her juices. She smiled down at me and said, "Are you willing to take just one taste?"

I hesitated. It was such a hard decision. I wanted to taste her, I knew that, but I didn't want that thing in my mouth.

Samantha could tell something was going on in my mind, "If you just lick it off, I'll finish you the same way."

Some part of me was definitely willing because my tongue slid out before I could even think about it. Still, another part of me was recoiling at the very thought of touching that thing. My perverse side was in control though, because I let my tongue touch the tip as soon as Samantha had lowered it far enough.

The taste that greeted me wasn't anything like I'd expected. It was sweet and salty, and had a musky scent that shot right through me. That scent could have almost gotten me off alone. As for the taste - it was like nothing I'd ever had before and I wanted more.

But that little lick was all I got before she pushed the dildo away and planted a deep kiss on me. My second French kiss and just as erotic as the first. Our tongues played across each other and I know she had to be able to taste herself on my tongue. When are lips finally parted we were both out of breath.

Once Samantha caught hers she winked at me and slid from my chest. She repositioned herself so that she was lying beside me. Leaning across my hip, she let her tongue slowly stretch out towards my dribbling cock. That clear fluid was still seeping from me. And, though her tongue never touched me, I could feel its heat. Feel the sticky clear liquid stretch and snap away from me. It was now her turn to taste me.

It was all too much for me though, because the moment she finally did wrap her tongue around me I exploded all over myself. I'm sure Samantha probably got quite a bit right in the face but at least a large quantity shot across my chest, pubic area, and even some on the table itself.

Of course, I didn't see what happened because when I came I closed my eyes. It just seems to happen out of instinct. When I did open my eyes I found most of the girls standing watching the last few pulses of my cock die down, and Samantha wiping her face off with a towel.

She turned to me and laughed, "I guess I got you a little too excited didn't I." I could only blush and try not to think about what she meant by that.

Julie quickly brought everything back to order and pronounced the winner. Of course I knew there was no way I lasted thirty minutes. So when she declared for the rest of the weekend I was now the property of these five girls, I wasn't shocked. Truth be told, I guess I was a little shocked that she was really going to go through with it.

After being cleaned up and released from the table Aunt Julie pulled me into the living room while the girls stood there talking over their plans for me. Julie sat me down on the couch and took a seat beside me. I was a little uncomfortable being so close to my Aunt while naked. Taking my hand she looked deep into my eyes.

"I want you to know some things before I hand you over to the girls," she said. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I won't let it. I'm going to make sure everything the girls do to you is safe."

"I understand," I said.

"Good. Also, I want you to know that on Monday morning you'll become mine until I take you to school on Tuesday. We'll need to talk about things. You'll understand once the time comes, but until then I need you to trust me. Can you do that?" I nodded though I wasn't really sure I could. She smiled and said, "I'm glad."