A Little Informal Get-Together

When Professor Abraham Van Zaadvocht drove up to Penelope Masterton’s house, he saw four cars parked in her driveway and another two on the lawn. Van Zaadvocht parked at the curb and walked up the path to her front door and rang the bell.

“Professor!” Penny gushed as she swung open the door. “So glad you could make it.”

She stood up on tip-toes and planted a kiss on his cheek. At first, Van Zaadvocht thought he had arrived too early. Penny was wearing a white calf-length terry-cloth bathrobe. But then he remembered the other six cars and noticed that she had on lavender-colored stockings and black high-heels.

“Come on,” she said as she linked her arm through his. “Let me introduce you to the others.”

As they walked down the short entrance hallway and into the large living room, Van Zaadvocht observed six other men. And no women, other than Penny. They ranged in ages from early-twenties to late-thirties and the Professor realized he was probably the oldest one there. He was also the only one wearing a tie and jacket. All the others had on jeans or khakis; most with colored tee-shirts.

“Gentlemen,” Penny announced with a raised voice to get their attention. When the men became silent and looked towards Penny, she said, “Allow me to introduce someone who potentially might join our consortium.” She paused for a moment, then gestured towards Van Zaadvocht with her free hand and said, “Abe.”

This was greeted with nods and muttered, hellos, welcomes, hi’s, and so forth. Penny looked up at Van Zaadvocht and said in a low voice, “We only use first names here.”

Looking back at the group, she rattled off a series of names, “Bob… Liam… James or Jim… Jeff… Mateo or Matt… and Bill.” Each man nodded when Penny pointed to him, but Van Zaadvocht did not try to memorize who was whom. That could come later if need be. She again turned her attention to Van Zaadvocht, or Abe, and asked if he would like something to drink.

“Maybe a glass of wine?” Abe replied, still trying to figure out what was going on.

“You got it!” Jim called out and strode towards the small corner bar. “Red or white?”

Abe answered white, and once Jim had handed him the stemmed glass, Penny announced, “Now that everyone is here, Gentlemen, let’s begin.”

She took a step away from Abe’s side, loosened the belt around her waist, and shrugged her shoulders. The thick terry-robe slid off her shoulders into a puddle around her feet. The curvaceous woman wore only her underwear. A lavender, full bra (necessary to contain her large, heavy breasts), lavender panties with matching garter-belt. She stood there for a few moments, slowly turning from side-to-side to allow the men to admire her short but stacked body — the narrow waist, broad butt, and shapely legs — before sashaying into the center of the room and lowering herself to her knees.

At the same time, the men had started disrobing. Those who still held drinks in their hands sat them down on whatever piece of furniture was closest. Abe stood motionless, stunned by what he was seeing.

As soon as the first man was naked, he stepped up to Penny. She beamed up at him and reached for his already erect cock. Curling her fingers around the shaft, she took the head into her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth in a manner Abe had experienced last night.

Another man came up to stand beside the first, and Penny reached for his cock with her free hand. She gave the organ a few strokes before removing her mouth from the first dick to suck on the new one. A third man caused Penny to abandon the first cock, swap hands on the second, and grab the third.

As more men encircled Penny, she shifted from cock to cock, “walking” on her knees, her head bobbing furiously, her long dark brown hair waving like a banner.

Abe revived from his state of stupor and began removing his own clothing. Partly on the premise of “When in Rome”, but mostly just to get in on the action. When he approached the group, two men slid away from each other, creating a spot for him.

“Abe!” Penny looked up into his face when she came to his dick. It was not so much that she recognized it. After all, she had only sucked it off once before. But unlike the others in her ring of flesh-spears, this one was dry. It wasn’t coated with a layer of her salvia. “Glad you joined us!”

She did not say anything else. Instead, she resumed her frantic suck-fest. The other men in the circle nodded in agreement with Penny’s words, but Abe did not see the nods. He kept his eyes down-turned, feeling rather uncomfortable with all of this. He had been naked around other men before. Back in college and at his racquetball club in the locker room. A communal shower is one thing, a communal blowjob is something else.

And then she was back! First, her left fist was on his shaft, and then her right. Pumping and stroking before her warm, wet mouth engulfed his dick once again.

But it was only for a few moments. All too soon, she had moved away, working on another needy erection.

As the evening wore on, Penny’s movements slowed. This was obviously had work (no pun intended) and she was showing signs of fatigue. The men must have sensed it, for they moved in closer. Forming a tighter circle around their shared cock-sucker. Or maybe they just wanted to be closer to that revolving mouth and shuffling hands. All eager for her sexual attentions.

At any rate, now Penny only had to lean to one side or the other, or tilt her head back, to service a cock. A sheen of perspiration gleamed across her forehead and upper lip. Each time she shifted her sucking, loud gasping for air could be heard as she tried to catch her breath.

There were other noises, as well. Her loud, gurgling sounds. The sliding strokes squelching along the shafts. The moans and sighs of the men being serviced. Steadily increasing as each got closer and closer to the edge.

“Alright, boys,” Penny said as she leaned back on her haunches and her hands dropped down to her sides. “Give it to me. Give me your sperm. Cover my face in your spunk!”

Everyone stepped back, making room for the offerings she was demanding. Except for one. He remained standing close, his hand pumping up and down his shaft.

“Oh, Penelope!” he cried out as the first thick rope of sperm flew through the hair to land across her glistening forehead. The next hit her cheek, and the third fell onto her upper lip. This time she did not move around, but stayed still. Her smiling, upturned face presented for his seed. She remained there until the man had completed emptied his balls onto her face. He leaned forward so the last few droplets dripped onto her cheek, joining the pool of jizz already deposited there.

As soon as he staggered away, another man called out, “Over here, Penelope!”

She scampered on her knees towards the beckoning man and positioned herself to receive the next load. When that landed across the bridge of her nose, she squealed in delight. The next two hit her other, still dry cheek, and the final dribbles fell onto her chin.

Her mascara had already run from the frantic, teary-eyed cock gobbling. There were black arcs under her eyes, and the warm sperm was making the makeup smear even more.

“Now, Penelope, now!” a male voice rang out, and she dutifully rushed over for yet another facial. Forehead and cheek. Some oozing down to her jawline. Her hair, wet with sweat, lay matted against her head and across her shoulders.

By now, the first man had recovered sufficiently to begin to dress. A wide, satisfied smile was across his face and his eyes twinkled as the fourth man plastered Penelope’s mug with milky man-juice.

“Penelope!” another alarm sounded, and she rushed over to the pending ejaculation.

“Ooof!” she gasped in surprise at the **** of the impact of gooey baby-batter square between her eyes. “Nice shot.”

But the man did not reply. He was too busy jacking away. Spewing out more and more of his nut-cream onto her kisser. Making her face look more and more like a glazed donut.

“Penny… I mean, Penelope,” Van Zaadvocht groaned from behind her. “I am ready.”

Prompt as always, she positioned herself under the standing erection. But this time, she was not staring at the slit in of the Professor’s cockhead. This time, she was staring into his eyes.