One man from the party wanted to come to my aid to unzip me, but he was held back by the rest of them as well as by me. I wanted this to be my show and I didn't need any help from anybody. Not yet, that is. Later, when I wanted to have some sex they would get their chance and the way I felt right now I could take all of them. But that was before I had seen the size of the pricks some of the men possessed or before I had seen what some of the women were capable of. But let's go back to the stripping.
Like I had done before, I picked up the hem of my dress but this time I went straight on with getting out of it, although I took good care to do it slowly and wriggled a lot with it. I had put on my prettiest underwear and once out of my dress I stood in the middle of the table in my bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and shoes. I still had a long way to go before I would be completely naked, even if the kind of underwear I was wearing wasn't very much for covering. Everything was flimsy and a lot could be seen through it. When I stood like this a delighted gasp came from my audience.
“Frankly I wouldn't mind sucking her pretty cunt. My she must flow like a geyser,” a rather young girl said in a voice choked with passion. I immediately marked her down for a possible candidate for this task.
“You wait your turn, Flo,” a man said, “you get plenty of cunt from your friends. If you were a really loving wife, you would care about my itching cock and either do something about it or let this little bitch do something about it.”
The rest of them laughed at this remark and Flo went over to her husband, unzipping his fly and sticking her hand in, obviously to fondle his near bursting prick. They were a couple worth keeping an eye on as far as I was concerned. I love to make it with a married couple. They always seem to be much more randy and generous in their loving than unmarried people are.
“Who wants to suck my cunt while I spank her bottom? It's such a pretty ass I can hardly wait to lay my hands on it. Any of you ladies or gentlemen care to volunteer? I washed my pussy before I left home and there are just traces of fresh spunk.” It was a thin-lipped woman who said this and I was glad there was one of them in the crowd as well in case the fancy took me to let myself be whipped to an orgasm.
“I'm sure she knows how to frig a prick,” a man said.
“Wait till I get my mouth over her tits.”
And so on their remarks went and became more and more direct and daring. Their remarks and the thing I was doing in front of them were, in the meantime, getting me just as excited as they were, and once more my hand went for a little checkup on my state of dampness.
I let my hand go into the top of my panties and I found I was delightfully moist and open. Well, quite frankly this is a bit of an understatement. In fact, I was more than just wet. I was dripping, and taking my hand from my slip I brought it to my mouth and had a good taste of my own juices. Seeing me do this excited them even more and they shouted at me to go on or come down from the table and have myself sucked, fucked or anything else they could think of, depending on their preference.
Reaching behind my back I undid the clasp of my bra and bared my heavy tits. The hardened nipples stood out in the center of the aureoles which also felt like hard disks, due to the congested blood in them. I played with my breasts as if I was alone in my room and I think I was too far gone at that moment to still be aware of their presence. I wasn't really acting any longer. The whole thing had become far too serious and exciting to pretend I wasn't becoming affected by it.
By this time all the dames present had hitched up their dresses in their waist, while the men had taken the dongs from the imprisonment of their pants. They were not actually jacking off yet. They were merely stroking their pricks and cunts, but I knew they would soon be and I really couldn't have gotten a better compliment. My little show had brought them to this and that was what I had intended. I decided to bring the other women into the action.
“Are you ladies too shy to follow me?” I asked. “Look, I'm already naked, apart from my panties, but they won't take me long to take off, and there you are, all dressed up, although I must say, I see some awfully nice cunts coming out from under your dresses. Why don't you join me and take off those clothes… and the men too…”
They hurried to take me up on this challenge and even before I had my panties off all sorts of clothing was flying through the room. It only took them a fraction of the time it had taken me to get my clothes off, to be just as naked as I was. It wasn't a striptease they were doing. It looked more like a strip race. First one bare-assed is the winner!
Facing them I spread my legs, showing them my gaping pussy. They didn't hesitate now to follow my example, and they showed me their excitement: opening their legs as wide as possible, their cunt juice freely flowing down their thighs-all sorts of thighs, fat ones, thin ones, plain beautiful ones. All were wet with the same sticky stuff, the same lovely, creamy cunt juice.
I was still leading them on, still showing them the way to get this orgy really started. With both hands I opened the thick outer lips of my dripping slit. Sagging a little in the knees, I took a most obscene pose, which met with everybody's approval, and finally I had them where I wanted them. Letting themselves fall back in their chairs the dear ladies did as I showed them, even going one step further.
They opened their cunts like I was doing, but they didn't stop at that; they began to masturbate themselves frantically, dipping their fingers in their open slits, rubbing the thick outer lips, cajoling their clits, making them stand out like miniature pricks… playing with themselves like nobody else was around, but obviously enjoying the lewd scene they offered.
Some had really perfected their wanking style and even I was learning new ways in solitary pleasure. They must spend a lot of time in tossing off, while their husbands were out trying to make money. Although they all had a different way of bringing themselves to pleasure the results so far were the same. From their dilating slits the cunt juice flowed freely, abundantly, their bellies heaving, their asses bucking up and down in the chair.
I stepped down from the table and going from one to the other I had my fun with them. Bending over their writhing bodies I had a lick from a dripping slit here, joining a poking finger in a swollen snatch with my own there. I didn't even have to touch myself. Walking around the room, going from one to the other, I was coming continuously, creaming my sticky spendings, while all around me I saw spunking cunts everywhere. Some were not tossing themselves off any longer. Out for more pleasure they had offered their cunts to the women sitting closest by, while they poked their fingers in the other's slit. And the men had joined the fun as well. They were jacking off as well. And they were not squeamish about it either. Most of them had their dongs frigged by another man, spunking over each other's fingers when they shot their loads. It was too beautiful for words. All this sex all around us. The smell of sex in the room. Spunk and cunt juice everywhere on the floor or the chairs.
And the party really started to swing now. There was no way to stop it, and I don't think anybody wanted it to stop.
After this first encounter I found myself at the mercy of a man and a woman. Both of them wanting to suck me off. No matter how much I like to be sucked normally, this time I wanted to be filled with a huge throbbing prick. And the man could supply me with just this item. He had a tremendous dong and although spunk was still dripping from it, he had not gone slack one inch. He was still as hard as he would have been after not fucking for a week and his hand clasped around the thing as he moved the foreskin up and down the purple gland.