Something a bit messy

"Um," bright Janice stumbles briefly. "Well, I have to make at least six guys come, every day. And..."

"... and," Flora continued, blushing red to be saying this to a boy, "... I have to let boys come on me and my clothes wherever they like. I don't have to tell anyone that, but I do have to get at least four boys to come on me each day for everyone to see."

Janice looks to you intently. "Flora doesn't want everyone to figure out just what her project is. I actually like my project, but I don't want to answer any awkward questions at home about semen stains on my clothes. My parents are a bit... Traditional," she says.

"Janice is going to 'help me out'," Flora mutters, "by giving me a bit of cover." You catch Janice's snort quietly as she held in a laugh. "Thanks for that," Flora spat bitterly.

"Why are you telling me this?" You ask. "I mean, I can guess what you want right now, but why tell me about your project?"

"If any boy asks about my project, I have to tell them." Flora mutters.

"Unless," Janice adds, "she has someone who is willing to lie for her, and pretend that they're in charge." She smiles. "That's where I come in."

Flora blushes. "But I do have to tell one boy the truth, so that there's a chance of word getting out," she grumbles. She looks to you ruefully. "That's you."

"Michael," Janice says, gently putting a petite hand on your cock shaft, "you seem like a nice guy. Even if no-one else knows, Flora's project will be embarrassing enough. If you play along, we'll put out the word with the girls just how helpful you are in these projects," she raises an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

You don't have to think about it. "My lips are sealed," you say.

Janice beams at you. "Great," she says. "Could we start now? Um, would you mind sitting on my lap? I haven't, uh, spent a lot of time thinking of logistics, but we want to get as much cum on Flora as possible, and as little on me as possible."

"Um," you say. "Sure," you decide. Janice sits herself on a chair without a desk, and Flora moves to kneel in front. You manoeuvre to sit on Janice's lap. "Uh, I hope I'm not too heavy."

Janice squeaks slightly. "I think I'll be okay. We might need to workshop this for the football players though," she says. She reaches around you, and grasps your cock. You feel her chest warmly on your back.

Flora is kneeling in front of you, and despite herself (or for a lack of better places to look) is staring directly at your cock. She looks as though she is watching a fire to check if it is starting to spread.

"I'm so glad you agreed Michael," Janice purrs to you. "I'm a bit nervous too, I have to admit. But I'm looking forward to having an excuse to play with so much cock. I'm... oops," she says.

"What's wrong?" You ask.

Janice is starting to squirm. "I just realised something," she says. "Um Michael, would you mind getting up please?"