Clare Ch 04

Author's note: continued directly from Clare 3

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Clare looked over a Brian and winked. "Hey Bri, looks like everybody is a bit shy, maybe they are worried about mussing your mom's dress. Why don't you show them how it's done?" She shifted her butt slightly in his direction.

Brian looked at the offered rump and slowly raised his hand and gently placed it on her left cheek, stroking slowly down her thigh. As he did so he realized his hand was shaking like a drunk without a drink.

"Don't be too shy Bri, you can give me a squeeze too. I want to know if I'm too fat for you younger men." Clare looked at his hardening cock in his pants and then to his eyes, making eye contact, he was mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

Clare felt another hand on the right side start the same slow slide down her thigh and turned that way to try to make eye contact with Mike, who was using the back of his hand to glide down her dress, and off onto her nylon covered legs. "Ah, Yesss! Now that feels great!" she exclaimed. Mike looked up and blushed. "Don't forget the inside of my legs too!"

As Mike came to her knee he started back up on the inside of her thigh and when he encountered the hem just pushed it up with his forearm as he kept the back of his hand on the inside of her thigh, exposing the tops of the nylons and then the bare flesh and garter strap. By the time he had reached her crotch, everyone could see the light blue material covering her had a large wet spot spreading across the gusset. The garter straps were now fully exposed as they came down her legs, framing the swimmer's thighs and panty covered ass, she moved it back and forth lewdly. Two other men leaned in closer and ran their hands down the straps, their knuckles on Clare's bare flesh.

"Yes! Yes! and Yes!" she giggled and shook visibly, slightly moving her hips in the unmistakable motion of fucking. She looked at the crotches of the men around her. "I can see you are enjoying this as much as me! Why don't you make yourselves more comfortable so I might get some visible enjoyment, like I said earlier, I generally know what men like, and I like it too. Unless you think my ass isn't a good one and want to stop now." She said this last sentence teasingly and smiled when answers of "No!" and "God No!" were shouted out as she saw the men around her go for belts and zippers.

Clare turned around and sat on the sofa looking at all the muscular thighs and legs being exposed around her, underwear of different colors and styles showing one thing in common, a tent in front.

My, isn't this a dream come true!

she thought to herself. As she turned her head to the left she saw one man sitting on a chair just pulling off the second leg of his pants. He had no underwear. A large, uncircumcised cock jutted out from a nest of dark brown hair. "A man who is always hoping to get lucky." she observed to the group. "Or maybe he's just a good Boy Scout, either way, forethought shouldn't go unrewarded. Why don't you come over here?" as she gestured to him she turned slightly and moved forward on the sofa, her dress coming above her stocking tops again showing the garter straps, not quite her panties. Making no motion to pull it back down, she quickly and unconsciously ran her hand under her dress and swiped across the crotch, a move not missed by many of the men.

He moved toward her, she raised the same hand from under her dress and took his cock between two fingers. Clare slowly stroked him and looked up and said, "Nice!"

As Brian finished removing his pants he watched Clare and thought

Geeze

, she's like a conductor with an orchestra, getting all of us to do whatever she wants. So beautiful, seemingly innocent, and such a slut!

Keeping her fingers on the cock, she leaned into his body and started pulling her top down with her free hand. As it came past her shoulder she let go for a second and pulled her arm free. Then she did the same with her light blue bra strap. Taking the cock back between her fingers she looked up at all the men crowding in again. "You know my last year on swim team was getting pretty tough. I just kept growing and growing and pretty soon these things," she pulled one of the bra cups down to show her entire breast, a few of the guys inhaled audibility, "got in the way of my strokes. Well, a girl can't just give up, so I learned to do some other strokes." At that moment she took the cock in her entire hand and pulled him to her exposed breast and ran the tip to her nipple as she stroked him. His eyes bulged as he took the half step forward to follow her lead. She looked down where the head was coming out of the foreskin with each stroke and making contact with her. After three strokes a bit of moisture appeared on the nipple. She looked up and going back to the two finger stroke, holding him away from her body said, "Got to slow down a bit and give someone else a chance. The getting there is usually more than half the fun anyway."

Looking at the rest of the men again crowded close, she took her single exposed breast in her hand and pulled lightly on the nipple, taking her lower lip between her teeth. With a big sigh said "Well, it looks like I had better catch up some, I wouldn't want to have this nice dress ruined, Bri's mom would probably have more questions than he would want to answer." There were a couple of snickers at this remark and a general nodding agreement. "It didn't last too long, but I think most everyone likes to have something to unwrap, don't you guys think so?" A few positive sounding grunts were all that came from this. "Will you give me a hand?"

As she said this, Clare turned around and with her free hand pulled her hair up to expose the zipper at the base of her neck. The two nearest men both went for it, and as one grabbed the tab the other helped pull the back away from her body and ran his knuckles along the exposed skin as her curves became more and more visible. Again, she visibly shuddered, small bumps appearing on the new exposure, and those who could see the front saw her nipple pucker hard and stand out. She moved her arm to allow the dress to fall to her hips and then stepped out as the men lowered it for her. One of the men ended up with it in his hand and looked helplessly for a moment until she took it and tossed it to Brian saying, "Here Bri, just drape it across the back of that upholstered chair for now, I'll hang it up properly later. Can you hand me one of those towels now? I'd hate to leave a wet spot on this sofa."

Brian was amazed at how casually Clare could stand in just bra, with one breast still fully exposed, panties, garter and nylons in front of his friends, none of whom she had known before tonight, and as far as he knew, she still didn't even know their names. Handing her the towel his eyes fixated on the wobble of the breast out of the bra cup, nipple crinkled in hardness. "Thanks Brian," she said softly. "Glad you are enjoying this."

He looked up to her eyes to see her eyes going from his tented underwear to his face. He blushed.

Watching Clare turn around and spread the towel on the sofa he looked at her pantied ass, and saw that she was right, the moisture from her vagina had spread across most of the panties and would have most likely ended up making a spot. He thought he smelled female scent.

"Goddamn!" someone groaned out loud as Clare turned and just plopped down on the towel, letting her breasts bobble lewdly as she sat in a very un-ladylike way, keeping her legs spread so all parts of her could be seen.

"Well guys, looks like I'm sort of getting ahead of you again, why don't you all show me those great pecs that swimming brings while I get out of this restraint." She reached behind herself to undo the strap on the light bra.

Arms and elbows and buttons were flying everywhere for a moment as shirts were unbuttoned and some didn't bother. In less than a minute everyone in the room was bare chested, including the only woman.

All eyes were fixed on her breasts as she slowly looked around at the bulges and eyes of the men, sitting up straight and slightly shaking her shoulders to cause her breasts, now unrestrained but still standing up firmly, to move in a very nasty, lewd, just plain slutty way.

Beautiful women just don't do the kind of stuff that we will be doing down there. At least very very few, and they usually charge incredible amounts of money, make their life off of it.

Brian remembered Clare saying that upstairs less than an hour ago and now he was thinking that very thing.

Probably every guy here thinking that too, those that

can

think at least.

He noticed a small bead of sweat appearing on her upper lip and forehead.

I'll bet that's not from heat, the way she's dressed. Or undressed. This is just so hard to believe!

"OK guys, I think it is time for some real fun." Clare said in a much huskier voice than she had used previously. "You two were so nice to help me with the dress, come closer and let me help you both with the problem in

your

clothes."

The two men stepped forward, tented boxers leading the way. Clare immediately reached inside both flies and pulled out the hard cocks, one in each hand and began to stroke slowly. She pulled her left hand closer and leaned down. The attached male thought she was going to take it in her mouth and stepped right up, only to have her spit on the shaft and look up at him with a lewd smile. She did the same to the cock in her right hand. Both men were so close now that as she stroked them their cockhead would bump into her breast. "Come and kneel on either side of me, put one foot on the floor and one on the sofa, dicks toward me." They immediately did as ordered. She then reached for each of them and stretching out her legs even more widely, ran their cock on either side under the garter strap of her nylons, then reached behind each of them to encourage a fucking motion. That caused their cocks to go back and forth on the bare flesh above the stockings, but under the straps, occasionally the head going over the stocking top and smearing precum along the folded top of the nylon.

Clare looked down and then up at the men, eyes wide. "I love it!" she exclaimed. The remaining men had moved closer as she had been teasing the two that were now trapped in her leg straps, pumping away like twin oil rigs. She raised her arms and pulled down the underwear of the two men slightly behind her. Grasping their cocks she ran one, then the other, along her cheek and neck. "Oh, I just love the way a stiff cock feels," she gushed.

By now a few of the men were stroking their own dicks, trying to figure out how they were going to get Clare to touch them. One approached her directly from behind. He gently lifted her hair, pulled it out behind her like he was going to brush it and then wrapped a handful around his cock and began to stroke. This caused him to mash into the back of her head on each stroke, when Clare felt this she lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Oh yeah, stroke all over me, in my hair, on my legs, my face, my arms, my breasts, my neck. Just stroke me with cocks, and spray me with cum, show me how I excite you!"

Brian looked down at the luscious blonde wriggling on the sofa, her legs thrust out in front of her. Two men with their cocks hooked under her garter belt straps rubbing them in a humping motion on her thighs. Two men now on either side of her rubbing their dick along her neck and the side of her face, and one more with his cock wrapped in her golden blonde hair stroking it and bouncing it off the back of her head. Clare, excitement in her eyes, a flush all over her face and upper chest, nipples hard as pebbles with a noticeable wet spot leaking through her panties.

Wow! This is the slut I saw when she was jacking my cock in her face upstairs!

If this wasn't enough, two more men pulled her hands away from the cocks on her side and put them on their own cock they each had just exposed, holding her wrist in place as they sawed in and out of her cupped hand. The two who now found themselves standing on the couch on Clare's side just continued to rub her face and neck with their cocks, jacking themselves off and taking turns bouncing themselves off her nose and forehead. Dan standing opposite Brian now reached in between the men holding their own cocks, and felt Clare's left breast, rubbing and pulling on her nipple. Brian reached in and began to do the same with her right breast, amazed that she was allowing this to go on and not screaming and running out of the room.

She didn't even look to see who it was feeling her tit.

Brian thought.

Incredible.

Clare suddenly looked up and around at the men's faces the best she could with a cock slapping her occasionally across her eyes. "Hey Guys!" she announced, "Lets slow down a bit. We have plenty of night left, and I don't want to stop in just a minute, do you?"

As she said this the men around her backed off slightly and seemed to take in a large breath, looking around themselves as if they had just arrived, surprised to find others in the same condition, hard cock in hand.

The one exception was the guy with the handful of Clare's golden locks. As she helped unhook the two cocks from her garter belt, he continued to stroke himself and leaned into her head as she bent forward slightly. When she sat upright again it caused his cock to rub up the back of her head and end up in a tangle of hair on top. You could tell by the look on his face, Clare was receiving a cream rinse before the shampoo. She turned around as soon as she felt the wetness seeping through to her scalp.

"Well that was a little earlier than I had hoped." she said unperterbed. "Looks like we'll have a single voyeur for the next round of fun." She casually reached up and ran her hand through the sperm that had been deposited in the mass of golden hair on her head. "At least it seems there isn't so much that I'll need to do anything about it right now," she said licking it off her hand. "You must have someone taking care of you regularly." She turned and smiled at the man still holding his wet penis, now drooping and dripping. "Here, let me help you with that." She took his penis in hand and leaned forward slightly, licking the drip off the end.

Over the next three and a half hours Clare played the men in the room like an orchestra. She brought them all off eventually, some more than once. Her nylon covered legs ended up with cum running down to her ankles, which she kept from the carpet by placing another towel under her feet. She did keep her panties on, although they were so wet, from her as well as the men, by the time she was done they were easily seen through. No one got a full blowjob, although a number of the men got a lick and a kiss on the dick, at least until one "quick shooter" blasted into her eye while open. She had to hold things up while going into the bathroom to flush it out so she could see again.

Of all of Clare's exploits over the years, this one stood out as the most wild, the most men, the most cum, the most fun. If there was one thing she regretted it was not doing this sort of thing more often when she was still a "maiden."