Entertaining at Large Ch. 15

'I think I can speak for us all when I say we'd love to see you perform. Nigel said it was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.'

'Nice, Charlie, but hardly enthusiastic. Anyone else fancy a try?'

'Get 'em off.'

Arlo put his hand to his mouth as soon as he said it. George, who was sitting next to him, punched him on the arm. A lot of the others sniggered. I uncrossed my legs, more slowly and deliberately this time.

'Good, Arlo, that's more like it. Are you the only one?'

'Show us your tits.'

Spike was shocked at his own boldness and looked around at his grinning mates for affirmation. They were warming to the idea; no one punched anyone this time. I smoothed my hands over my breasts an pushed them gently together beneath my dress.

'What these little things?'

'No. They're brilliant. Please take your dress off so we can see how great they look bare.'

Stefan had clearly been paying attention when I mentioned flattery as a tactic. I gave him a private smile and blew him a kiss. I ran my hands slowly down my sides until they rested on my hips. I frowned slightly before standing. I smoothed down the skirt of the dress and picked at an imaginary piece of lint raising the hem a few inches before letting it drop. All I could hear was the sound of the music; the boys eyes were wide with anticipation.

'There's only one little problem.'

'What? Please do a strip for us. You promised.'

I slowly circled the room. With the new height from the shoes I towered over them. David Rose and the band were belting it out and gave a natural sway to my walk.

'You're just not noisy enough. I'm a stripper. And when I'm stripping I expect to be treated as such.'

I almost laughed at the blank expressions. They looked at each other totally bemused. I sashayed a couple of times up and down the room moving my hips to the beat of the bass drum before offering a little enlightenment.

'When a girl comes on stage, or in this case front room, she expects a little encouragement. Whistles if she's lucky, comments on her body -- positive is nicest. Who wants to give it a try? Just pretend you're out at a seedy pub having a good time with your mates when a woman you've never seen before steps onto a tiny stage.'

I walked to the door at a normal gait before turning and returning to the centre of the room with the most exaggerated stripper strut I had ever done. I managed to disguise the near stumble when the heel of my shoe caught in the shag pile. I stood and looked at them expectantly. They looked at each other so I focussed my gaze on Nigel.

'Um, get 'em off?'

It was more of a question than a call to action. I waved my hands to encourage more.

'Nice tits?'

'Good Kieran. More.'

I pushed up my boobs and leaned toward him as a reward even though there was not a hint of cleavage showing.

'You don't get many of those to the pound.'

'Brilliant Harry.'

I bent down and kissed his cheek. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Spike desperately scanning his notes in hope of inspiration.

'Show us your arse.'

'You're a very naughty boy Arlo.'

I turned in front of him and twitched my skirt high to give him what he asked for. I went from one to the next, waiting until they said something. 'Show us your bum' was popular after Arlo's insight. I liked George's comments on my legs the best though so I put my foot between his thighs and lifted the skirt to give him a private preview of my panties. He seemed to like it. Each boy made his contribution individually and then fell silent. When Spike eventually managed to get words out and receive his own reward I twirled in the centre of the room once more before raising my hands over my head..

'It's towel time lads. The only way I'll be able to tell whether you're enjoying yourselves is when I can see those cocks twitching. So get 'em out.'

I'd instructed them to bring a couple of towels with them to the session; I know from experience how hard it is to get sperm stains out of soft furnishings.

About half of them reached for their bags, the other half for their flies. I went to my own hold-all and strolled before them tossing them each a handful of tissues like the junior bridesmaid strewing rose petals at an upmarket wedding. When I turned and started toying with the second button on my dress it was clear that very little unzipping had gone on. I couldn't be absolutely certain because most of them had spread the towels to cover themselves from their tummies to their knees. There were lumps and bulges, certainly, clear evidence of excitement, but given that all hands were on knees I doubted that much undressing had gone on. I abandoned any idea of erotic dance.

'Now that's just not playing fair.'

I undid a couple of buttons and slowly massaged my boobs as I advanced on William. I smiled down at him. I stroked his head as he shrank back in his seat sneaking glances at his mates as I leaned over him.

'Help me with these buttons will you sweetie.'

I took his hands and put them on my breasts. I could feel him shaking as he fumbled. I slid my own hands down under his towel and undid his jeans. He didn't resist as I pushed his zip down and gripped his cock.

'Wow you're big.'

I smiled at him and leaned lower to kiss his cheek. I pulled the towel down to his knees as I stood and move over to Harry who looked a little less scared than his friend. His hands went to the dress -- William had only managed one button. Harry slipped another free and moved his hands over my bra as I unzipped him. He was small but very hard I stroked him a few times as he massaged my nipples. This was fun.

George was ready for me. He put one hand on my boobs and I felt his other slip under my dress and between my legs. He was a little on the plump side so it took me a few moments to get into his pants. His hand hovered at the top of my stockings obviously nervous about exploring further.

Stefan and Kieran were sitting together on a two-seater sofa. I squeezed in between them and lay back as they both reached for my boobs. The feeling of warm, nervous palms pressing flat against my nipples and gently squeezing and pressing my flesh was warming. I closed my eyes for a moment as waves of warmth started to pulse through me. I say waves, wavelets would have been more accurate. I reminded myself I was here to work and set to exploring underneath the towels. I soon discovered the tricky tricksters had already undone their waist buttons and flies. There were two hard cocks, each about an inch longer than my fist, waiting for me. I squeezed hard and heard them both gasp in unison.

Neil was also ready, grinning as I crossed to the other side of the room where he sat with Spike, Charlie and Arlo. He lifted his towel to give me a private view of what lay beneath. He had a lot to be proud off; at least eight inches worth with a bulbous purple head which shone in the discreet lighting of the room. I wetted my lips, it almost invited me to swallow it.

'I can see you're glad to see me.'

'I am.'

He grinned and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh without saying more. I gulped as he continued straight to my panties and ran a finger over the folds now swollen against the damp material. I guess all men and boys are the same. Give one the idea they can take liberties and they all want to do the same and more. Could be a boozy workers' stag do at The Crown, suave businessmen in suite seven-oh-two at the Royal Hotel, or in this case a bunch of sweaty teenagers in the well-appointed lounge of a detached suburban mansion on the better side of town. I kissed the tip of Neil's wonder tool and felt Charlie and Arlo's hands on my tits and bum before I had a chance to turn to them.

I wriggled slowly around them enjoying their exploration as much as they were and turned my attention to Spike. He was sitting a little apart from the other two both fists gripping the top of his towel. I sat on his knees and put my arm around his shoulders. I slowly prised one of his hands free and placed it on my leg above the knee. He looked up at me and I nodded; I assumed he was asking permission to go higher. Nothing happened so I squirmed a little against his hardness and encouraged him upward by opening my thighs slightly. I felt him inch higher and I faked a groan when I his hand reach the bare skin of my thigh above the stocking top. I stroked his chest and let my own hand drop lower onto his waist.

We were both breathing harder as we reached each other's groins. Like many plump people he chose comfort in his clothing and I easily pushed my hand inside his combats and down to the sticky heat of his manhood. Like most of the others he was five or six inches long and pleasingly stiff. I gripped and massaged him as he tentatively explored my pussy on the outside of my now wet knickers. I should have chosen cotton over the skimpy lace numbers I was wearing.

He came almost as soon as I eased myself up and his trousers down. My hand and forearm were suddenly covered with a thick, white goo. I fought the reflex to jerk my hand away. I remembered Nigel's upset at his premature ejaculation at the stag night. Spike's face betrayed a similar embarrassment. I lifted my arm and slowly licked up his cum.

'My biggest fan. Thank you.'

I kissed his cheek before dropping to my knees and taking his cock in my mouth. It was slick, but still hard. I was surprised to feel a final tremor and a dollop of sperm ooze onto my tongue. I released him with a pop and quickly cleaned him up with his towel. I smiled up at him and got a weak grin in return. Crisis averted. I leaned over to whisper in his ear as I rose.

'I'll give you my panties as a souvenir of today. Thanks for the compliment.'

He looked a lot happier when I turned to the final pair. Charlie was obviously something of a spokesman for the team and Arlo clearly fancied himself a bit of a bad boy; not hard in Nerdland I didn't suppose. So it was no surprise that I found them with their trousers round their ankles and their towels loosely bunched over their knees. They were obviously not ashamed of their six inches each. I gently slapped each prick as they stumbled to their feet. They were so stiff they hardly shook. Arlo went behind me and groped at my boobs.

'Nice knockers.'

I could feel his erection pressing in the small of my back. I eased my head back against his shoulder.

'Thank you kind sir.'

'This is so wet.'

Charlie sounded surprised. His middle finger was massaging my pussy lips over my clitoris. He had clearly been paying attention during the earlier sessions. He was gently squeezing my labia with his outer fingers. I grabbed his hand and pushed it more firmly against me. By rights, of course, I should have got on with the striptease; these two had already done what I asked them. But a little me-time never spoiled a girl.

I felt the familiar heat rising inside me. Once Arlo had got over his initial amateurish grabbing he settled into a routine of alternately thrumming my nipples gently with his thumbs whilst kissing and licking with base of my neck where it joined my shoulder. Most of my soft moans of encouragement were now genuine.

With a little guidance from me Charlie was now massaging my stiff clit. I could feel it burning and the beginnings of pre-orgasmic shocks sparking through me. When he accidentally pressed hard directly against its tip my knees sagged involuntarily and all three of us almost collapsed in a heap as the combined weight of Charlie and I fell against Arlo. I grabbed both their dicks and half-turned between them.

'You'd better sit down. I need to get fucked, so the sooner we get this bit over with the better.'

I smiled at them and gave each a short kiss on the lips before slapping their butts to guide them back to their seats. It was like watching infants in a sack race, or US detainees in a prison movie with their trousers acting as the chains. Time to take stock.

In retrospect, the choice of The Stripper was a mistake. These boys, with the exception of Stefan, were obviously more used to watching internet strippers gyrating on poles to techno pulses. I had thought I would be completely naked and just teasing them before the serious wanking began. But here I was, dress still mostly on and my underwear disarrayed rather than lying in a heap on the floor. The ten lads all had their cocks in their hands. Spike was furiously and successfully beating his meat into another hard-on; the rest of them were stroking themselves with lesser degrees of urgency. But all of them were staring at me with half-focussed, distant gazes which most men have when they're caught in the moment before them orgasm.

I undid another couple of buttons on the dress and kicked it over towards my bag. There was a noticeable increase in the speed with which fists pumped cocks. I unhooked my bra, slipped down the shoulder straps and held the loose cups against my tits.

'Who wants on come on my boobs?'

I was looking at Nigel, I realised I had missed him out in my round of the room. No need really, he was now completely naked -- he'd even remembered my aversion to nude men in socks -- and stood to move towards me, his dick red, hard and shining. I lowered myself to my knees and arranged Arlo's discarded towel beneath them. I grinned up at Nigel as he moved closer musing on how confident he looked. I was a bit disconcerted when, about three feet from me, he suddenly took a step backwards. The explanation, however, soon became clear.

A long string of coagulating jism arced over my head towards him. I felt the tail settle on my hair and gasped in shock as the front of it fell over my nose and lips in an almost perfect straight line. Nigel's load spattered against my face -- I just managed to close my eyes in time but my open mouth was full of the familiar salty taste. I licked at my lips and tried to grin.

It just kept coming. I felt another eruption spatter against the middle of my back, then more in my hair and face. I lost count of the number of times I was hit. I kept my eyes firmly shut and after a second ejaculation hit me around the face, my mouth too. I've always been a swallow-not-spit woman, but there are limits.

It was a strange experience that I had plenty of time to savour, if that's the right word. I'd been come on in the past. Spike wasn't the first man to explode in my hand. I'd had it on my belly and boobs before when I was jerking off boyfriends in the backs of cars. Dave, my ex, and I had gone through a phase when we were watching a lot of porn and he would climax by wanking himself off usually into my mouth, but his aim was never that good. This, however, was in a whole other league.

I had seen bukkakes on the internet. TheGang Bang Gumbo movies usually ended with the girl being covered in sperm from the muscle-bound guys she had banged. In both styles she usually ended up groaning and moaning as the guys vocalised their own completion. Now, my own hand, was in my knickers furiously rubbing and probing as the tsunami continued.

My reaction to the first load hitting my face and hair was shock mingled with disgust. It was a bit like when Gaston had pissed on my in the shower. I had to stop myself leaping up and running for cover. I felt dirty and used; not angry, you understand, I knew whoever it was had not done it on purpose unlike the disgusting Frenchman. As it went on. And on. I began to get turned on. I knew I was going to come soon myself, I was after all manipulating my own pussy. With vigour.

It was the jostling more than the noises the boys made which told me of their urgency. They came in soft grunts and quiet groans; none of the porn film theatrics. I could hear their rapid breathing as they beat their meats. I could tell how close they were from the force with which it hit me. But after the first emissions they all moved in closer. I was nudged and pushed on both sides by knees, knobs and hands. I was leaned against by boys wanting to squeeze out the last drops of their ejaculate onto my body. One of them, I think it was George, even apologised for pushing me and got laughed at by his friends.

Nigel got far more apologies as he regularly pleaded with them to watch the carpet. I guessed it was him who I could sense spreading out more towels around me and making angry shouts when he got splashed. I came with such strong shudders I fell forward onto my hands and knees. A few seconds later the last of the come was sprayed on my back and arse by Spike. I knew it was him because he cried out 'number two' as the three similar sized globs of spunk landed in more or less the same spot.

I was panting heavily but couldn't be sure how much of the wetness I could feel was sweat and how much seminal fluid. I was definitely bathed in the stuff. When ever I moved, even slightly, a fresh rivulet would trickle down my contours. I held out an arm and opened and closed my hand desperate for a clean towel.

'Try not to drip too much.'

Nigel sounded pretty calm. Obviously he'd never tried to get bodily fluids out of carpets and cushions before. I wiped around my eyes before risking opening them. Thankfully they didn't sting too much when I tried an experimental peek. I opened my eyes properly and blinked a few times to clear them. I didn't need to look to know I was still covered in sperm. There were regular drips from my boobs down onto my thighs, a veritable river running down my spine before pooling around the elastic of my panties and sundry tributaries and pools making themselves known as I moved my arms. I looked around at the rest of them before doing a proper assessment of myself.

What I saw was a scene of preoccupation. Nigel was standing next to me shaking his head, it was not clear whether he was concerned at the mess on me or on the floor. The rest of them were all in various stages of cleaning their willies, tucking them away or trying to get errant spots out of clothing. Stefan was rubbing at his trainers with the edge of a towel. The odd thing was that none of them was saying anything. They were all in their own private worlds.

I could feel myself getting cool as the spunk went through various stages of liquefying, pooling, running down me and them pooling again or dripping onto the carpet. I knew my hair was caked -- I kept getting drips onto my nose whenever I moved my head. A quick look down gave me a rough idea of how bad the rest of me was covered. I quickly covered my head with the towel and rubble hard. There was no point in bothering with how I looked. I was definitely a mess and I wanted more than anything to stem the flow of liquid onto my face.

Under the cover of the material I undertook a more thorough assessment of my body. It was fascinating. There were at least half a dozen shades of spunk forming streams down my boobs and torso. They ranged from clear liquid to pale yellow globules sticking to various parts of me. The rivulets were dotted with lumps of coagulated sperm which looked uncannily like white snot. All in all it was disgusting. I held out my arm again and Nigel obliged with a fresh towel.

I got myself as clean as I could but I knew that as soon as I stood up I was going to have to deal with the sticky pool trapped between my thighs. My knickers felt like I'd wet myself. I couldn't wait to take them off. But first things first.

'Can I have your attention please.'

I folded on of the towels around my shoulders and dropped the other over my thighs. It took a moment or two for all the boys to finish with their own cleaning jobs and focus back on me. I was glad to see that most of them were smiling or grinning. They were clearly satisfied with their experience so far. Only Spike and William looked concerned, but I was pretty certain that was for the mess they'd helped make of me rather than themselves. They were a nice pair. I liked them and gave them each a wink as I looked around.