Sis Sees Him

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I had flown up to my sister's place for a few days vacation after a hectic past few months of work.

My sister, Jane and her hubby, James, who were both 31, had regularly offered for me to come and stay at their place - as I rarely got to see them these days. They lived on the Gold Coast, 1000km north of my home city of Sydney.

Both my sister and her hubby were highly paid professionals, and owned a large house overlooking Palm Beach. It was a great location to get away to, relax and feel totally unwound.

I am a 28 year old, who is very athletic, being heavily into cycling and also enjoying working out at the gym regularly. I always had a huge sex drive, and although I did not have a serious girlfriend at the time of visiting, I had a number of women who enjoyed satisfying my sexual needs back in Sydney. My sex drive had always been high, and I really enjoyed certain sexual acts. For some reason I had always really enjoyed unloading my balls all over a pretty women's face.

I was only going to stay on the Gold Coast for 3 days, as I had to get back to Sydney for some important work that was coming up. Since it was such a short stay, and I didn't know anyone else on the Gold Coast, I presumed that I wouldn't be blessed with a woman's nice wet mouth and woman's hand to relieve my swollen cock and balls. I figured I would have to wank myself off in my sisters spare room that I was staying in, or in the shower in the morning - and just before bed.

I loved wanking. I always loved pleasuring myself. Ever since I began wanking, I loved wanking off. A woman's hand, mouth or wet vagina was a pure blessing, though wanking off at my own pace was heaven in its own right. These days I still loved to jerk my fat cock off with long and slow wank sessions. I love to build up the maximum amount of cum, to shoot as much cum as I can, and experience the maximum pleasure during orgasm.

I always tried to drain my balls in the morning when I got up, and at night before bed. If I missed my early morning or night time wank sessions, I would not be able to function properly. If I missed my morning wank, my balls would be loaded up with so much cum that I would not be able to concentrate on my work. If I missed my night time wank, I would not be able to sleep as my hard on would push into the bed, not allowing me to sleep.

Those days that I did not get to drain my balls in the morning, although frustrating, and clearly affecting my work ability, I really enjoyed as my cum filled balls and dirty mind would tease me all day, so that when I got home id shoot the biggest load of cum when I ejaculated. On these days that I did not get to wank in the morning, my cock would generally thicken up around morning tea time, and id start thinking nasty thoughts, especially when a woman with a nice face was around.

I always had 1 day off work during the week, as my work offered 4 day work weeks. My daily schedule on this day off would be to get up early and go for a bike ride of approximately 50km. After my ride I would usually try to run some errands. I loved going to the shops or the gym after my ride, as my hormones would be raging. I especially loved having my thick dick become semi erect (as I had not yet unloaded my balls), as I thought of shooting my load all over one of the pretty mothers faces walking down the isle of the local grocery shopping centre, or cumming all over the face of one of the ladies at gym that was working out. I loved it. My balls full of cum. Precum oozing out of my thick cock. A pretty woman's face to look at while thinking of my lucky balls unloading all over her face.

Jane and I had had an interesting relationship growing up. She was daddies little girl and always got her way, and I had to accept that she would always generally get her way, even though she often was clearly deceptive when arguing with our parents to get her own way. She was very smart, well educated, very pretty, and had long blonde hair and blue eyes and perfect white skin. All the boys at my primary and high school wanted her, even though she had small tits, they all loved her figure and pretty face. My father and mother thought she was the perfect daughter, as she had also been her Primary School Captain and High School Vice Captain which also gave her added marks.

I always new she had a dark side, and it became clearer to me just how dark that was, when I was listening into a phone conversation she was having with a friend one night when she was 18. She was talking to another girlfriend, and I could just hear the detail of the conversation. They had been talking about their boyfriends. I had heard his name a few times, "Jack", and some other casual talk, and then all of a sudden I heard something that shocked me. I heard my sister say, "Yeah, but he always just wants to shoot his cum in my face". I was shocked. I didn't even know how to masturbate and cum yet, though for some reason the words I just heard stirred some amazing thought sand sensations. Looking back on the day, and now knowing in retrospect, I realize the amazingly erotic feeling was that of my big balls filling up with cum and becoming extra heavy. Not that I knew what to do about it then!

The tone in which she made the statement was quite stable and flowing. She did not seem upset by it, though was just making a comment.

At such a young age, and with my sister being only 18, I had just found out that my sister, with the perfect image - let her boyfriend "Jack" - shoot his load in her face, and regularly by the sounds of it, as she said "always wants to shoot his cum in my face....".

It was 2pm in the afternoon, and my sister Jane and I had been chatting a little, relaxing, and watching the view out to the ocean as their hour overlooked the beautiful Gold Coast beach of Palm Beach. Her hubby James was at work, and she had taken a few days off as well seeing as I was up. That morning I did not get to wank my load out of my cock, as I had bumped into my sister's hubby after my morning toilet stop, and stopped and chatted with him as he got ready for work. As soon as he went I did the dishes, and before I knew it my sister was up and so I quickly got out of my boxers and into my daily clothes. Catching up with James had kept me busy, not allowing me to dump my load onto the sheets in the spare bedroom I was staying in, or even taking an early morning shower where I could dump my load onto the shower floor. My balls would be full of cum today!

Although I hadn't wanked all day, and had an overnights and full morning's worth of cum built up in my balls, I wasn't thinking nasty thoughts as I was just in the company of my sister. My balls were heavy – I knew that, though I wasn't thinking nasty thoughts. All of that changed though during a conversation with Jane.

My sister asked if I was in a relationship. I explained to her that I was not seeing anyone seriously, though I was enjoying my single life. She looked at me and smiled and said,

"I bet you are. I bet that you are only seeing the ones who give good head?."

I was shocked by the forwardness, though we were just joking around and being 100% honest due to the fact we were sister and brother. I replied,

"No that I don't just see the ones that give good head; I am kind of looking for the right woman now."

Then all of a sudden she said with her words trailing off at the end,

"Do need them to take your load in their face as well?"

I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

The "as well" bit was muffled and silently trailed off, as if the shock of actually saying the words had beaten my sisters controlled lips. Though it was without doubt, she had asked if it was important for me for a woman to take my hot load in her face. I did not answer for a second or two, but then replied in a happy joking way,

"That is hot, cumming all over a pretty woman's face".

Jane then replied,

"Nasty. Nasty, nasty, nasty. My little brother is a kinky, naughty boy"

"But it's just so hot. It feels so good when you blow all over a pretty woman's face", I said.

After another few seconds of awkwardness my sister said,

"Well I hope you make a lot, because the more cum you shoot, the hotter it is for the woman as well".

That was it. My cock was now semi erect in my pants, fully loaded with cum and wanting to blow after that 2 minute long conversation, which seemed to linger for a longer period.

I could feel the precum oozing out of my cock head as I watched my sister cut the last few cuts of cucumber with the knife. I watched her hands chop the cucumber quickly, as if trying to make some noise that would cut the quiet that had now occurred, after the explicit conversation my sister and I had just had.

The conversation changed topic, though I did not know what she was saying to me, or I was saying in reply. The words coming out of her mouth, and coming into my ears, were blurred by my brains heinous thoughts. All I could think of was my sister saying that the more cum being blown on the woman's face the better. My balls were aching. My knees were weak from the feeling. I had to shoot the load that had just built up in my balls quickly – or I was sure I would dump it in my pants.

I quickly told my sister,

"I just need to go to the toilet".

She said, "Ok, but don't be too long, lunch is nearly ready".

I went into the laundry next to the kitchen which leads into a toilet. I closed the door behind me and quickly pulled my hard cock out. It was thick. Precum was oozing out. My balls were heavy and totally loaded up with hot cum.

I quickly gave my cock a few good wanks back and forth to give my thick dick the craving it was after. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. It was so nice. Those first few tugs were heaven. My dick was finally happy. It felt so good wanking my cock after listening to my sister say that the more cum blown all over a woman's face the better.

Although I could have blown really quickly, I didn't want to cum too soon, and wanted to enjoy this wank. I thought that I had a maximum 5 minutes in the toilet before my sister would start to wonder what I was doing, so I was able to slow it down a little, with nice big long strokes of my thick cock. Precum was dripping out of the fat purple head.

After a few minutes I heard my sister come into the laundry. She must have been putting a wash on, or taking clothes out of the machine. Either way I was so wound up by now I was wanking hard, though hoping she would not hear by controlling my strokes and not slapping my cock too much back and forth, rather holding firmly and tugging strong and hard.

I thought I was being quiet enough, though then I heard my sister say,

"What are you doing?"

I froze for a second, but the feeling was too good and I just slowly kept wanking.

I replied to her, "ill just be a minute".

I was hoping I would not give myself away, but the sound of my voice gave it away. My voice was so oxygen filled, the way it is when you are in the middle of great sex, that she would have known straight away that I was wanking off. About 30 seconds went by. She had not left the laundry, but I continued wanking hard, hoping to cum quickly so that I could get out of the toilet. The thought of her knowing that I could be wanking was quite a turn on, and my dick was now aching to cum.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

I was busted. She knew.

All of a sudden and coming so naturally I replied,

"Yes, it feels so good".

"That's good to hear" Jane replied.

I was in heaven. I was wanking my fat cock with fully loaded balls, and I knew that my sister knew I was jerking off in her toilet, and that she was actually trying to listen in. It was so kinky and such a turn on.

For some reason – I'm not sure why, but all of a sudden I leant over and turned the door knob and slowly released the door. I didn't fully open it, though released it just enough for my sister to be able to peak in if she wanted to.

It took a few moments, but then there she was. She was looking at me through the small crack of the opened door. She looked down at my fat 7 inch cock and clearly liked what she saw. She was smiling brightly. She grabbed the door and swung it open further so that she could see well.

I stood there looking at her while I wanked. It was hot. It felt so good and so right. I finally realized I was now wanking off for my sister. She was totally engrossed, looking up and down between my eyes and my fat cock.

All of a sudden she walked into the cramped toilet, and pushed me back as she did. I stepped back to accommodate her, continuing to wank my thick cock.

Once enough room was made for her in the cramped toilet space, she knelt down in front of me.

It was pure bliss. My sister was now kneeling in front of me while I was wanking off.

She looked at me, looking at my eyes for a long time while I stroked my big cock. She then turned her face down to be starring at my thick cock as I stroked it, now so ready to cum.

She was now just looking at my cock, watching me wank harder and harder. She knew I was about to cum.

I was ready. My balls were now full of cum and I was about to unload. I needed to drain my balls, and maybe my sister was going to let me drain my bloated balls on her face.

My sister continued to stare at my cock, and must have known I was about to cum from the changes in the strokes. They were now long and slow strokes.

She then looked up at me and nodded.

"Drain your bloated balls over my face. Shoot that wad in my face".

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. My sister had just asked me to drain my balls all over her face.

I was about to get to cream my sister's slut face. She was amazing too look at while jerking my fat cock. Her pretty face, hair pulled back up in a bun and dorky glasses on that looked so hot and would allow me to blow in her face as hard as I could, not worrying about shooting into her eyes. Hopefully she would keep her eyes opened and would let me blow in her face as she watched.

I grabbed her head and guided her to be more underneath my cock head, at the perfect angle to receive my load. She opened her mouth wide, and was staring at me, seemingly urging me on with her eyes. All of a sudden my balls started to unload. My first thick white stream of cum blew out of my cock head and ran up the middle of her head, up her chin, in her mouth and up her nose until shooting into her forehead and into her hair. Her glasses now had a nice thick line of cum running vertically up them. It was the perfect first thick stream of cum, and perfectly aimed as I pulled her head back a little to take it perfectly up her face. A second and third load quickly blew out, and I aimed my dick directly between her eyes to be able to cream her face properly. I blew hard. Her face was covered in my hot load. Cum had begun to drip down off her nose and onto the floor. Then cum on her chin was starting to drip onto her shirt as well.

She kept looking at my cock. It was odd. I never wanted to put my cock in her mouth, and I don't think she wanted to suck my cock, as is normally the case, but she just knelt in front and let me blow all over her face. I didn't want her to wank me either, and nor did she try to wank me. It was as if we both thought that me just standing in front of her and blowing all over her face was nothing incestuous, that we had not broken the lines as we had not touched each other. Which ever perverted logic we both used; it was the perfect excuse for more cum loads to be aimed into my sister's face.

I was now looking at my sister's cum smothered face. It was incredible. She sat there and then just looked up at me and said,

"That was nice".

Jane then ran her fingers over her chin and then ran some cum into her mouth to taste.

"Tastes great too".

I was spent. My dick was now hanging low, after unloading a huge load. I felt incredible, and my sister was sitting below me with my cum all over her face and shirt. She stood up and walked out of the toilet and into the laundry. I walked out a few seconds later after pulling my pants up, and stood watching her clean the cum off her face and shirt with a towel.

I said thank you to her, to which she replied,

"You're welcome, I often dreamed of having you cum all over my face for some reason, as if it was meant to be that one day this day would come".

I was in heaven. My sister had taken my load over her face while fully clothed, and was not upset at all.

"Can I shoot another load over you before James gets home?"

"Yes that would be hot. One more load in my face before he gets home. Then a few more wads tomorrow".

That afternoon at about 4.30pm in the afternoon I blew another load in my sister's face.

The next morning, after James left for work, I covered her 3 times before lunch.

At random times throughout the day she would walk up to me, and then kneel down in front of me anywhere around the house. Id then pull my pants down and pull my cock out, and begin wanking it even if flaccid. I would just wank my dick in front of her face wherever we happened to be in the house. I'd get fat within a few minutes, and just shoot it in her face, her not undressing, not even letting her touch it, or getting her to suck it.

It was perfect.

Every time I was about to blow she would say,

"Unload your balls all over my face".

I can't wait to go back up there again. Hopefully this coming Christmas I'll get back up to paint her face once again.

THE END

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The Changing Room

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I run a clothing store at a shopping center. Early one weekday morning, shortly after opening, a young man entered and said he was interested in buying a pair of jeans. Without paying much notice, I directed him to the back of store, where we keep a fairly large supply.

About 10 minutes later, with no other customers in the store, I decided to check up on him. I left Louise, an elderly woman who works for me, at the cash register and went to the back.

As I approached the man, he was sorting through clothes. He looked like a student from the nearby college. He was wearing a very short pair of shorts, a T-shirt and sandals. He had dirty blonde hair, and, I noticed, was lean yet well-built and quite good looking.

Now, the fact that he was good looking didn't mean much to me. After all, I was old enough to be his mother -- 49 years old, to be exact.

As I got closer, he was squatting down to look at some jeans on a low shelf. I looked at him and was shocked to see his penis hanging down from the edge of his shorts. He seemed oblivious to it. He pivoted toward me to look at another shelf, giving me an even better view.

I was stunned and immediately started to get a tingling I had not felt in some time. I had been divorced for seven years, and my love life was nonexistent. To tell you the truth, I had kind of sworn off men after the divorce, and basically didn't think about sex.

But all of a sudden, here was a handsome young man flashing me -- apparently unintentionally. His penis was very long and thick -- much more so than my ex-husband's or any other that I'd ever seen. It seemed like I was staring at him for minutes, but it was really only a few seconds. He abruptly stood up, said he wanted to try on a few pairs of jeans he had selected, and asked where the changing room was. I said I'd show him.

I led him to the back corner of the store. We have two changing rooms with pull curtains. He went in and pulled the curtain, but it didn't close all the way. Of course, with my appetite now whetted, I had to stand there and watch. He wasn't wearing underwear. He dropped his shorts with his back to me, showing off a marvelously chiseled rear end. He also took off the T-shirt. He then slipped on a pair of jeans.

As he was about to come out of the room, I pretended I was rearranging clothes at a nearby rack. As I watched him out of the corner of my eye, he went to a mirror and looked at the jeans. He then called me over.

My eyes immediately went to his now-bare chest. As I said, he was quite well built, with a deep suntan. He may have been just a kid, but he was hot looking one! I felt flush and was surprised by my response.

For his part, he was totally nonchalant. He asked how I thought the jeans fit. They were clearly too big. I moved to his left side and with my left hand pulled the pants away from his waist to demonstrate. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of his pubic hair. I looked up at him. He just smiled and said, "Okay, let me try another pair."

At this point, I was really starting to get hot. I couldn't imagine that this guy was interested in me. While I am attractive, with dark hair and large breasts, I have put on a few pounds. And I was wearing a plain blouse and a knee-length skirt. But I figured, at least I can enjoy the view.

He went back in the changing room. Again the curtain was slightly open. I quickly looked around. No one else had come to the back of the store. I moved to my right, near another rack of clothes, to get a better angle to see the young man. He slipped off the jeans.

As he reached for the next pair, he turned slightly, and I got a view of his cock from the side. I could not believe how big it was. While he was a well-built guy, his cock was disproportionately large.

He slipped on the pants and pulled open the curtain. I immediately acted as if I was folding clothes. He walked toward me and said, "How about these?"

They were tight. Extremely tight. The outline of his long, thick cock was clearly visible down the leg of the pants. He had to be aware of it. I was beginning to think he was teasing me.

I looked at his waist – and his bulge – for a few seconds and said, "A little bit too snug, don't you think?" Again he gave me an innocent smile.

I asked him what size the pants were, and he said he wasn't sure. I walked behind him and put my fingers inside the waistband, trying to pull it back to see the tag inside. But there was no give.

At that point, he unbuttoned the pants and pulled down the zipper to give me more room. I saw that it was a size 30 waist. I also saw the top of his lovely rear end.

"I think you need a size 32," I said. He turned around, without pulling up his zipper. I automatically glimpsed down – I couldn't help myself. His blond pubic hair was sticking out of the zipper. I quickly looked back up at his face and noticed he had beautiful blue eyes. He smiled again.

Now I was sure he was teasing me, and I wondered how far he was willing to go. He said he thought he had a size 32 in the changing room. He went back and, to my total disappointment, pulled the curtain all the way. After a minute, he stuck his head out of the curtain and said, "No, there's not a size 32 here. Can you get me one? I've already pulled off the jeans."

I brought the pants over to him and said, "Here," reaching my hand toward the curtain. He pulled the curtain open about half way and stood in the opening, completely naked. He looked at the tag on the pants. I looked at him.

He was acting as if I wasn't there. I gave up any pretense of looking away. I stared at his beautiful cock. He liked being looked at. His cock started to swell. He said, "Oh, my." I didn't say anything.

His cock bounced to life, jutting up almost perpendicular to his body. He put down the pants, looked down at his penis and then looked at me. I walked all the way into the changing room and pulled the curtain.

I got down on my knees and reached my hands out to his cock. He immediately groaned and sank into a bench at the back of the small room. Here I was, a middle-aged woman, totally dressed, on my knees stroking the cock of a young adonis. I had never seen such a large cock, never mind stroked one. I leaned forward and put him in my mouth. It had been a long time, and I never much liked giving head. But this was thrilling in a way nothing else had ever been. I started going up and down on that magnificent cock. It didn't take long. He soon erupted, and I eagerly swallowed it all.

It suddenly dawned on me what I had done. I don't know what had come over me. I quickly got up and peaked outside the curtain. No one was there, thank God. He looked up at me and reached out, gently trying to pull me toward him. But I was too spooked to do anything. "Maybe another time," I said hurriedly, and quickly walked out of the changing room.

I went to the front of the store. Louise was still at the cash register. I went into a small restroom behind the counter, closed the door most of the way, and peaked out. The young man walked to the front of the store, looked around and left.

After closing and locking the door, I fingered myself to the biggest climax I ever had!!

THE END

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Caught Jerking At Work Leads To CFNM Humiliation

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I should be more discreet when beating my meat, but I've yet to learn my lesson. More than once I've been caught with my pants down because of my . . . carelessness, or should I say daring. Of course, it's been embarrassing to say the least. But for some reason, it also makes my heart, and other things, throb just thinking about it.

Once, I got caught in the midst of my indiscretion through the window of my apartment by neighbors, girls who had a giggling good time whenever they saw me afterwards. Another time my roommate's girlfriend walked in on me by "accident" (I was careless again), and she could never look at me in the eye without wincing, although I found the incident very titillating.

However, getting caught too often has its price, and punishment for my crimes can be severe.

I was working late in the office on a night when I'm usually the only one there. On slow nights like this, I can't stop the urge to strip off all my clothes and wander around pulling my pud. It's the excitement of it. Here I am, in the office, when at other times there are people here. Imagine what they'd think. I love stopping by desks where attractive women had been sitting. I fantasize about standing there in front of them, and they look at me and my attentive friend with surprise or maybe a little appreciation.

Then I walked across the hallway into another section where my supervisor's office is. My heart pounds thinking about Beverly, a strict boss, seeing me like this, standing in front of her office, my stiff dick pointed in her direction. Beverly, a tall blonde, remains excitingly attractive in her 50s, and even though I've had difficulty at work with her at times, I've had many a hard-on for her. I grabbed my cock and started stroking. I had thoughts of leaving a sticky surprise at her door.

To my sudden horror I heard a familiar strong voice at the hallway entrance in back of me. "Is this what you do on company time!" I turned to see Beverly. I felt my whole body turning hot and beet red. Her eyes were on me like fireballs flaming my way, as I stood bareass naked before her, my hand still wrapped around my erection. I was speechless to say the least and just stared at her with an intensely startled look at my face.

"I see you're jerking off on the job again," she said, walking toward me.

"And don't try anything funny or I'll phone the police," she added, holding a cell phone in her hand.

I made a motion to get past her so I could get to my desk and retrieve my clothes, but as usual Beverly was always one step ahead of me.

"Don't think about getting dressed. I hid your clothes where you can't find them," she said, a conniving smile forming on her face. "Now, try telling me why you think I shouldn't fire you immediately, not to mention filing sexual harassment charges against you for being so lewd and nude."

I had no idea what to say, and began mumbling something, trying, I think, to apologize, but the words just didn't make sense. How was I going to get out of a situation like this!

Beverly laughed, then came to a sudden stop. The look on her face changed suddenly to outrage.

"I have seen you do this before, but I was so appalled I didn't know what to do, so I slipped out," she shouted at me. "Now I'm fed up. How dare you walk around like this, in front of my office, when you're supposed to be working!"

She quickly looked around and grabbed a magazine from a nearby desk and rolled it up. Then she walked angrily to me and swatted my bare ass with it.

"You disgusting person," she yelled, slapping the magazine against my butt again and again and again. Each slap hurt more and more, as my body trembled. I couldn't believe I was standing there getting spanked by my boss!

She threw the magazine down, and we stood there staring at each other. I realized, although I was paralyzed with fear, that I still had a throbbing erection.

Beverly remained overcome with rage and walked over to a chair, sitting down.

"Come over here," she screamed. I couldn't move. "Come over here!"

I walked over and she grabbed my arm, yanking me over her lap. I felt my helpless penis squashed between her thighs covered by her dress. She immediately began delivering blow after blow to my reddened and sore bottom with her bare hand.

"You nasty bastard! You stupid little jerk-off!" She spanked me soundly with every word. This was the strangest punishment I ever had, especially at work. Beverly had a couple of children, so I guess she was used to being a disciplinarian, but this was truly bizarre.

When she finished spanking me, maybe twenty or more times, she pushed me off her and got up, walking toward her office. She turned and said, "If you don't want to get fired, come in here."

I walked to her office, thinking about the wild things that awaited me. Then I watched breathlessly as Beverly, to my astonishment, slipped her panties down her legs and over her shoes. Then she leaned back on her desk pulling her dress up, exposing a wonderful pussy.

"You think you're the only one around here who needs satisfaction," she said. "Get on your knees and show me what else you can do with your mouth besides asking stupid questions."

I needed no more coaxing. I was on my knees, before my beautiful boss, looking at a hot box that was still very inviting at her age. She grabbed my head and pulled me into it. I began licking, slowly at first, then eagerly, getting my tongue deeper inside. I found my way to her clit and began circling that delicious bud. I could feel Beverly tense up and she began breathing heavily.

"Keep licking, you little slut boy," she said. "Do something that makes you worthwhile for a change."

I kept licking and licking, the taste of her pussy filling my mouth and throat. Suddenly, she pulled my head away. "Your tongue is about as appealing as that little dick of yours," she said, turning around and pulling her dress up again.

"Kiss my ass like a good little worker," she told me.

She indeed had a beautiful behind, and I began showering each doughy cheek with dozens of kisses. "Now lick it!" she demanded. I obeyed, tonguing her tasty flesh. "Lick my asshole!"

I spread her cheeks, exposing that tight little hole, then plunged my tongue in as far as I could while licking eagerly. I heard her moan as she fingered herself. Her asshole was as delicious as her pussy. I had my hands on that beautiful butt when I felt her quiver and shutter. She moaned and let out a cry as her fingers brought her to orgasm with my tongue in her asshole.

Then she stepped away from me and put her underwear back on. We stood there with each other, not knowing what to say or do next, when I heard people's voices in the next room.

"That's Vickie and Melissa," Beverly said. "I was supposed to meet them here later." She saw a fearful look on my face. "Don't worry," she said. "I'll close the door and go out and talk to them, then get your clothes."

I was relieved as Beverly left and shut the door. Vickie and Melissa are two lovely young women in the office and I wouldn't want them to see me in my present attire.

I could hear them chatting with Beverly, and the fact that I was so close to them really aroused me. I leaned back on the desk where Beverly had been and started jerking off again. Hearing Vickie and Melissa's voices just a few feet away really had me going. Beverly had told me she would keep them at bay, but there was the thrill of knowing they could walk in on me at any moment!

How would I explain that to them, my coworkers! Women coworkers who had seen me standing here naked, jerking off! I'd have to leave town and change my name.

But those thoughts were again overtaken by the excitement of being so close to these ladies and on the verge of orgasm. The feeling of ecstasy overcame me and I pumped away to the pangs of heightened enjoyment. I felt my balls tingle and tighten while my cock expanded. I was about to unload.

Suddenly, the office door swung open, and Vickie and Melissa walked through with Beverly behind them nudging them in. She had a mischievous grin revealing her triumphant moment. I should have known. She had timed it perfectly, and there was nothing I could do.

Vickie and Melissa looked stunned, mouths agape, just as spurts of cum shot from my exploding cock high into the air, landing on the floor like heavy raindrops inches in front of them. When the throes subsided, there was sudden shock. Oh, no. Oh, no! What had I done!

Behind Vickie and Melissa's frozen faces I could hear Beverly's harsh voice: "You're fired!"

THE END

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Early Birds Catch The Big Worm Ch. 2

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It was four o'clock in the afternoon and Mark was an hour late for his appointment. "He's not coming." Kat sang out for the umpteenth time across the table. Sally responded by pulling a face at her. "I told you so!"

"Come on!" Sally finally said, pushing her chair back and getting to her feet.

"Where are we going?"

"To find him of course!"

Kat gave a little giggle as she followed Sally out of the door and the two of them headed up the garden path toward the forest that separated Dingle Cottage from the meadow where Mark was camping. "What are we going to say?"

"I don't know yet, but I certainly intend to let him know I'm not very pleased."

"Oh well that's sure to make him want to come back and show us his dick again!" Kat replied with more than a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

"I intend to tell him that as professionals our research is important to us."

"Where did you get that idea from?" Kat chortled, "And all that stuff about the average size of a man's cock?"

"I just figured that as he was at university and studying birds, he'd appreciate the importance of research so I thought that would be our best chance of getting him to show us what he had in his pants!" She smiled at her own ingenuity. "The stuff about average sizes is all true you know — I looked it up on the internet. I needed something to give us credibility so I looked up some facts on a few medical sites. For instance, did you know that the idea a black man is better endowed than his white counterpart is a complete myth?"

"No. I thought that was a fact!" Kat replied with genuine interest.

"Well now you know. And how about this, there is no verifiable record of a totally natural cock exceeding twelve inches."

"So you're saying that if it's bigger than twelve inches it's been extended or something?"

"Uh-huh! At least they've never recorded one bigger than that, and twelve inches is like rare — I mean really rare, like practically unknown."

"So what about Mark, is he natural?"

"Oh he's pretty rare too! But I've no idea whether he's the genuine thing, how do you tell?"

"Could you imagine taking something like that?" Kat giggled, "I mean, he is huge!"

"Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it!" Sally smiled, "Now look we're here, so careful what you say."

The two young women walked out of the trees not far from Mark's camp. His tent was still there, but there was no sign of Mark. "Well at least he didn't pack up and head for home."

"You don't suppose he's gone to our place do you?" Kat suggested, surveying the meadow for any sign of him.

"Not likely, we'd have seen him. My bet is he's gone chasing after one of his precious birds."

They decided to hang around and wait for him to return. It was a long wait, almost two hours before he hiked over the rise and it was pretty evident from the look on his face that he was not exactly overjoyed to see them.

"Hi Mark." Kat smiled at him warmly, sneaking a crafty look at his trouser front. It was impossible to tell that a monster sized cock lurked inside.

"Hi." He replied without enthusiasm, lifting his small backpack off his shoulders and dropping it to the ground.

"Did you forget our appointment today Mark?" Sally asked pointedly.

"Aww look, I'm sorry. I just don't think I can do this stuff."

"What stuff?" Sally asked innocently.

"You know — get undressed and stuff like that — with you two watching me." His face flushed with embarrassment. "It just doesn't seem right, and I felt pretty stupid about it."

"What University do you go to Mark?" Kat's voice had lost all its humour.

"Bristol." He answered, taken back by her question. "Why?"

"Oh nothing, we'll just report our incomplete findings, which no one will believe." Kat replied rising to her feet. "They will ask for verification, just to be sure we're not making any of it up, and we'll tell them you attend Bristol University."

Mark looked nervously between the two girls as Sally also clambered up to her feet and brushed her jeans off. She wasn't sure where Kat was driving this conversation and thought it best to say nothing. Receiving no further explanation, Mark pressed for an answer, "So?"

"So — nothing. The institute will write to Bristol University and advise them of our discovery, they'll then ask for access to you to verify our incomplete research."

His face turned bright red in horror. "But I don't have to do it!"

"Nobody is saying that you do, they will just ask you to verify that you participated up to a point in our research, and probably ask why you decided to drop out. That's all."

"But they won't tell the university I have a... well... you know, a big one or anything like that will they?"

"Probably. You know what researchers are like for talking."

Mark's jaw gaped back at them in horror.

"You have to understand Mark," Sally said gently, "you are quite a catch in our field. Almost as rare as some of these birds you've come out here hunting for. If you found something that was really rare you wouldn't keep quiet about it and others would want proof."

His eyes danced between the two of them incredulously, "Yeah, but this is different."

"Only because you study a different field to us!" Kat retorted. "In our world you are about as rare as a Do-do, and would you keep quiet about spotting one of those?"

"I can't have everyone at Uni knowing I've got a bigger prick than normal — I'll be the laughing stock of Bristol!"

"So why don't you just come back with us now and let us finish our research. If we get everything we need, the institute won't need to contact you to try and persuade you to complete our research."

"They won't tell Bristol will they?"

"No — not if you let us finish."

"Alright then — let me get something to eat, clean-up a bit and I'll be along presently." Mark answered unhappily.

"Now Mark." Kat told him firmly.

"You can eat and shower at the cottage." Sally offered gently. "We need to monitor what you are doing, just to be sure you are not taking any enhancers — you're not on any kind of medication are you?"

"No I'm not, and I'm not taking any enhancers either, whatever they are."

The three of them set off back to Dingle Cottage, Mark with much less enthusiasm than his female companions. Hidden from view in the trees, unseen eyes watched silently as the three departed.

When they arrived back at the cottage, Kat cooked up something quick while Sally asked Mark various questions, questions which she hoped would help to convince him they really were researchers, such as his full name, age, weight and height.

After they had eaten the two girls showed him to the bathroom and trooped in behind him. He looked at them questioningly, "You're not staying while I take a shower are you?" Both girls nodded their heads at him. "But why — besides, I need a pee!"

"We have to monitor you at all stages now, just so we can categorically state that you had no opportunity to do anything that might throw doubt on our research."

"Including watch me pee!"

"If we left the room then we cannot say you were left unattended."

Mark reluctantly undressed himself as the two women watched. The small, slowly spreading smiles on their faces did not seem to him to be in keeping with their claims to be researchers. He pushed the doubt to the back of his mind as he slipped his trousers off. His hands hesitated reluctantly at the waist of his underpants.

"Can I do that for you?" Kat suddenly chimed in. He looked at her in surprise. "Call it a girlie thing, and I know it's not really very professional, it's just... well I'd like to, that's all."

He nodded his head without conviction, watching her cross the short distance and kneel down in front of him, readying herself for his unveiling. Her fingers felt warm as they hooked into the front of his pants, pulling outward and slipping apart, following the waistband round to his hips as she lowered them down without uncovering him. Sliding the elastic over his behind and then returning, dragging the front of his underwear clear of him and repeating the move, this time exposing his seven inch limp cock.

"Oh my God!" Kat cooed. A broad smile fixed to her face. "It's incredible!"

Mark looked down at her kneeling before him as she raised her hand, lifting him in the palm of her hand and closing her small fingers about his soft shaft. He wheezed, feeling himself respond to the soft delicate touch as she stared at him.

"Leave him be Kat." Sally giggled. "He needs a pee!"

For the briefest of moments he thought she was going to kiss it, maybe even take it into her mouth, and that thought alone was enough to make him start to fill out. It quickly passed as Kate rose to her feet, her hand lingering, almost reluctant to let him go. She stepped back to join Sally and they let him pass to the toilet bowl. Kat made to follow, but Sally held her back and mouthed at her to wait.

While Mark stood patiently in front of the bowl, Sally stepped over to the bath with the shower set above, and pulled the curtain across to the far end of the bath, leaving the entire shower area open so they could watch. They heard the familiar trickle of water and Sally motioned to Kat.

Both girls crowded round, one on either side to watch him pee. One hand held his soft cock directing a steady flow into the bowl. Throwing caution to the wind, Kat slipped her hand in front of him and took hold of his cock. He glanced at her nervously and said nothing as he relinquished his hold to her. Sally fought back her laughter, barely able to believe Kat's audacity.

When Mark had finished, Kat gave it a little shake and then started chuckling as she watched it whiplash in her hand. Mark just looked at her sheepishly, but again made no protest. Sally stepped away and with a wave of her hand, directed him to the shower. He glanced at the open curtain and decided not to ask as Sally turned the water on and he waited a moment for it to warm up before stepping into the bath.

They watched him soap himself up and then shampoo his hair. The water flowed over his body, collecting in streams than ran around his pelvis, following his profile towards his groin where it looked like he was taking another pee as it poured off the end of his cock. Despite his best efforts to ignore the two women and keep himself turned away from them, they enjoyed the sight of his pert naked bum and the occasional peek at his testicles as he showered.

"Let me help you Mark." Kat suddenly said, moving toward the bath where he was standing. "It's obvious you feel embarrassed and too inhibited to do a proper job!"

"Kat!" Sally cried with a giggle. "You'll get soaked!"

Mark could scarce believe his eyes when Kat suddenly stopped and took her top off revealing a lacy burgundy bra. "Give me the soap!" She told him, tossing her top across the room.

Sally started to laugh. Mark was already becoming aroused just at the sight of Kat in her bra. Then realising that Kat had him all to herself, she quickly pulled her own t-shirt off and headed after Kat. She grasped the bar of soap off Kat and worked it into a lather as she watched Kat's fingers close about Mark's growing manhood. Her slick hands moved easily over Mark's hardening cock, gliding back to effortlessly expose his bulbous head.

"Open your legs so I can get at your balls!" Kat told him.

Gasping from her attention, Mark spread his feet apart, granting her the access she sought. Sally slid her soaped hands over his firm hard buttocks, feeling them tense and then relax beneath her touch. Her fingers found the crack of his ass and smoothly followed it down. Mark was panting now, his hard cock pulsating in Kat's hand as Sally's fingers slipped between his legs and cupped his balls from behind.

Kat's nipples were clearly outlined behind her bra. Sally looked down herself. Her own nipples could be seen pressing against the fabric of her bra, but they were nowhere near as erect as Kat's as her hands continued to run up and down his hard cock.

Both girls had wet hair and shoulders by the time they had tired of tormenting him. Sally's bra had turned semi-transparent with the water and she went to change it, leaving Kat with Mark. No sooner had Sally left the room than Kat turned to Mark, her hand closing around his pulsating member.

"So Mark, you're still a virgin?" He nodded his head, water dripping off his hair and the end of his nose. It seemed he had lost the ability to speak since his cock had become hard. "Want me to change that?"

His eyes widened as he looked back at her. It only took a moment for the offer to register before he nodded his head vigorously.

"If you are a really good boy and do everything we tell you, no questions, then I might just reward you!" She smiled mischievously at him as she squeezed his cock.

Mark gasped in response.

"Not yet sweetie!" Kat whispered seductively, reaching for the towel and giving him a good view of her cleavage.

She patted the towel down his chest and across his abdomen. Her eyes watched his as she lowered the towel to his groin and then folded her knees downward. Kat wrapped him in the towel, allowing just the head of his shaft to peek out. Her eyes rolled upward as he stared down at her, his breath locked in his chest as she leaned forward, her tongue slipped from her mouth and with her eyes fastened on his, she gave him a long slow lick across the tip of his cock.

"Oh my God — I think I'm going to cum!" He wheezed.

"No!" Kat commanded pulling away from him sharply. "Not yet."

Sally entered the bathroom, saw Kat on the floor and noted her very erect nipples and Mark's flushed face and instantly knew something was up. "What are you two up to?" She gave them a knowing smile.

"Nothing." Kat said innocently, rising to her feet, "I think he's ready now, aren't you Mark?"

"Err... Yes — I think so!"

"Well let's go downstairs then and get on with it shall we."

Mark crossed the room, his stiff cock wobbling about ridiculously in the air before him as it led the way. Sally caught Kat by the arm as she made to pass. "You're planning to shag him!" She whispered, "I can tell."

"So what?"

"Yesterday you said he was an anorak, and today you want to shag him!?"

"He's still an anorak, but a very compliant one!" Kat smiled. "Besides, I want to see what a ten inch cock feels like?"

"What about me?" Sally blurted out before she'd even thought about it.

"Step in line girl — I got there first, but I'll share!"

They headed back downstairs, both wearing just their bras. They found him waiting in the kitchen, his cock now semi-erect. "Oh dear!" Kat said in feigned surprised as she looked directly at him. "Your dick's lost interest." She approached him, noting how his eyes fixed on her bra, her hand closed about his semi-hard penis and then she turned, giving him a gentle pull and led him through to the living room towing him by his cock. Sally came behind, watching his pert bum wiggle awkwardly after Kat.

"Now Mark," Kat faced him in the living room. He stood at one end of a long towel that had been set on the floor in preparation for his arrival earlier. "What would you like us to do?" He looked at her confused. "Well do we need to do anything, provide you with something — a porno mag perhaps for you to get your dick up?"

His face reddened at the suggestion. Sally looked at Kat as if she had gone mad, where did she think they were going to get a porno mag from if he wanted one? Fortunately he shook his head so the question was academic.

"Well what would you like us to do, play with it for you?" He glanced nervously between the two women; Kat could tell he had something in mind from the expression on his face. "Go on Mark, you can tell us?"

"I... err... you wouldn't..." He chuckled nervously as the two women waited for him. "You wouldn't take your jeans off would you?"

"Of course we would, wouldn't we Sally." Kat reached for the button of her jeans. Sally stared at her with less certainty. "Wouldn't we Sally?"

"Oh yes, of course, the least we can do." She scowled at Kat as she opened her jeans.

"Really!" Mark suddenly chimed up happily. "Well what about your bras too!"

"Now Mark. We're the researcher's you're the subject, let's not get too carried away." Kat chided him with a smile as she shuffled her jeans down her thighs.

"Oh right — sorry. It's just that I've never seen a real pair... sorry!" His face flushed bright red again.

"You've never seen a pair of boobs before!" Kat teased him. "Well okay then, if it will make you happy I'll show you mine — you can look, but no touching okay?"

He nodded his head, licking his lips as his eyes fixed on Kat's breasts. Sally could see his cock stiffening up at the prospect. She didn't attempt to suppress her smile as Kat raised her arms behind her back and Mark's cock bobbed up and down, gently lifting itself in the air before him.

"There we are!" Kat said, holding her arms out on either side as she faced him, allowing him to gaze at her bare boobs. "Now we just need to get you really horny ready for the test." With that she marched up to him and knelt before him, her hand running across his swollen penis.

Sally watched with slight trepidation. This hadn't been part of the plan, but now Kat had removed her bra, she felt somewhat conspicuous in not following suit. He was staring down at Kat as she knelt before him fondling his cock and Sally decided that if she wanted any part of the action, she needed to lighten up a little. She reached up and unhooked her bra, then found herself facing him as he watched her, staring directly at her hidden boobs. Trying to act like it was quite normal; she unceremoniously slipped her bra down her arms, instantly feeling the air on her sensitive nipples.

Mark drew in a deep and ragged breath as he watched Sally's firm breasts tremor slightly as she approached him. And then he moaned, loudly. Sally and Mark both looked down to see Kat slide her lips over his stiff cock.

Sally stood beside Mark, looping her arm around his back as her hand caressed his naked buttock. She smiled down at Kat as Mark continued to groan. "I'm gonna cum!" He suddenly cried. Kat sprang out of the way and cried at him not to touch himself.

They had him totally under their control now. Mark stood with an earnest expression on his face, his cock straining desperately before him, his hands grasped firmly behind his back. Slowly the bright heat subsided from his face and his rampant cock softened a little. The moment passed and self-control was restored.

"Nice and easy." Sally told him, looking down at his wilting cock.

Mark began slowly pumping his hand in long steady strokes. Both women looked down from either side of him, watching the relentless piston swing of hand across man-meat, purple head bulging angrily with each stroke. Kat moaned quietly and Sally glanced across at her, noting her tense thighs pressed firmly closed, rubbing together. Her gaze shifted back to Mark's hand, a small smirk spreading across her face at Kat's craving.

"Lie down on the floor Mark." Kat suddenly groaned. Mark's hand froze. He looked at her, his face blank with confusion. "Lie down on the floor!" Kat shouted at him, "Do it now!"

"What about the thrust test?" Sally blurted as Mark lowered himself to the carpet.

"Fuck the thrust test — I've got something more important in mind." Kat said, shoving her panties down her thighs quickly.

She pushed Mark's shoulders back onto the floor, holding him down as his eyes sought the secret of her womanhood. "Now just hold your dick up and keep it steady!"

Sally watched in wide-eyed amusement as her friend straddled him and slowly lowered herself down onto Mark's shaft. Her eye's closed, teeth clamped over her lower lip, hips lifting herself and then sliding down again. "Don't you dare cum," She growled, "or I'll rip your balls off I swear!"

Kat slowly worked up her rhythm, picking up her pace as Mark struggled to maintain control. "Oh my God!" Kat breathed as she increased her tempo. Mark's eyes locked on her quivering breasts. Rivulets of sweat formed on his face to run down his neck. Kat cried, Mark grunted, his hips grinding back, rising to meet each of Kat's downward strokes. And then Kat lost herself in ecstasy, riding him with a fury as she shrieked at him to fuck her.

Sally did her best to stifle her laughter. She knew that Kat and herself were a wild pair, but this topped everything. They had never had sex in the same room before and watching Kat now, riding his ten inch cock was by far the craziest thing they had ever done, and Kat seemed oblivious to Sally's voyeurism. Kat cried passionately as her orgasm took her, Mark grunted each pump of his own release and Sally fought to control the fits of laughter that threatened to overwhelm her. She turned to retrieve her bra. A loud shriek startled everyone as Sally's hands sprung to cover her breasts. "There's someone at the window!"

Everything happened so fast. Kat, covered in a sheen of sweat, leapt off Mark and dashed to the window disregarding her nudity or any attempt at self-dignity as she peered out into the darkness. Mark rolled away, lunging for the towel and covering himself as he crawled away to hide himself behind the sofa.

"There's no one there!" Kat cried still peering out into the darkness, "I can't see anyone at all!"

"There was — I saw a face — I swear!" It was blindingly obvious from the concern on Sally's face that she had indeed seen someone.

"Who was it?" Kat demanded.

"I don't know — I only caught sight of them for a moment!"

"Right — we'd better check then." Kat was getting angry, Sally knew that tone all to well. "Come on you. You're supposed to be a man. Stop hiding away and come and give us a hand."

Kat and Sally hurriedly dressed as Mark raced upstairs for his own clothes. By the time they were outside, armed with torches, whoever had been there would have undoubtedly made good their escape. Nonetheless they spent a good half-hour searching around, by which time Sally was starting to doubt what she had seen. The three of them trooped back inside and started to make light of the incident over a coffee.

Presently Mark suggested he needed to make tracks back to his tent. The girl's made a joke of offering to walk him back, but he shrugged it off and left. As soon as he had gone Sally turned to Kat.

"What was it like?"

"Big! Filled me up to bursting!" Kat giggled. Her expression softened. "Sorry I mucked your plans up, I was just so horny I couldn't stand it!"

Sally shrugged her shoulders. "My turn next time?"

"Deal!" Grinned Kat. "Tomorrow night."

The following morning Mark rose late after a long and fitful sleep. He felt strangely different, whole somehow, more sure of himself... manly. That was it; he was a man, not a virgin, not a boy, but a man! He lay in his sleeping bag feeling smug with himself as his mind drifted back to the previous night.

"Are you getting up? I know you're awake in there — or should I come in there and get you up?"

Startled Mark sat bolt upright. "Aunt Jean? I didn't know anyone was there. I'm getting up now." He pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before crawling out of his tent.

Aunt Jean, was a large imposing woman in her early fifties with an air of authority that made him nervous, though he didn't know either her nor his uncle particularly well. Crawling from his tent he found her sitting on a log he'd dragged out of the trees to use as a bench. She remained seated as he rose to his feet. "How is your field trip going?"

"Oh err... very well thank you."

She glanced over at him, eyes lingering. "When is it you return home — tomorrow isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right." He looked at her, puzzled by her appearance. "What brings you over here Aunt?"

"I came to see you." She replied, eyes rolling slowly up his bare legs, pausing, then flitting away to the horizon. "We have a WI meeting tonight and I thought you could come and tell us all about your bird spotting."

His eyes lit up at the prospect. "I'd love to!"

"Good." A sly smile crossed her lips as she suddenly looked straight up into his face. "In particular we'd like to know what a bird-spotter gets up to all alone out here."

"Well mostly it's just a case of hanging around really..."

"Hanging around is it?" She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Pretty boring stuff really, until a bird comes along that is."

"Oh I'm sure that would liven things up a bit." She answered, pulling herself up off the log on which she was perched to stand right in front of him. "You'll do just fine I'm sure. Now seven-thirty at the village hall, we'll be expecting you." She turned sharply on her heel and walked away.

It was one o'clock and Mark was sitting across the kitchen table with a coffee in the girls' cottage. He had told them the news about his Aunt's visit and the daunting prospect of giving a public talk on his favourite subject. Kat and Sally were having trouble keeping a straight face.

"I wonder who will be there." Sally said, turning to Kat.

"We will that's for sure."

"But we haven't been invited?"

"And you think that's going to stop us!"

"What am I going to do?" Mark groaned, staring into his coffee.

"What do you mean — go of course!" Kat said, focusing on Mark.

"I'll feel such a fool!" He shrugged back at her. "I've never given a talk in public before — I don't have any slides or anything to show them."

"Oh you have plenty to show them!" Kat giggled.

"Like what?"

Sally took Kat's arm and held it. "I think you should spend some time preparing Mark, you can use our living room if you like. We'll take care of dinner so that gives you a little more time, and when you're ready, we'll drive you down to the village hall."

"Would you?" He smiled brightly. "That would be great — are you really going to come along too?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, would we Sally?" Kat grinned back at him.

"Tell you what Mark, why don't I go back to your tent and pick-up some of your clothes and give them a wash. You know, iron all the creases out after a good clean — after all we want you to look your best for tonight?"

"Hey — great friends, thank you very much."

"I can't believe he is so naïve!" Kat chuckled when they were safely out of earshot back in the kitchen. Mark was in the living room, preparing for his big night.

"I can't believe Jean Owens is setting him up like this — surely we are misinterpreting what she meant, you know, reading too much into it?"

"Has it occurred to you that she might have been the one peeping in at our window last night?" Kat suggested, tapping a finger purposefully on the table. "I bet that's given her ideas. Let's face it — he's quite a catch in the trouser department!"

"Do you think we should warn him?" Sally asked with an air of caution.

"Two things. If we tell him he'll worry about it — or worse still, pull out. And if he doesn't pull out and we warned him, we'll look right idiots if we're wrong and he gets there expecting to undress and they are expecting a talk about birds!"

At seven o'clock they made him take a shower. "I'm not having you put these nice clean clothes on for your big presentation tonight without showering first." Sally told him firmly.

Mark showered behind a locked door while the girls got themselves ready. Both girls complimented him when he finally emerged from the bathroom in neatly pressed jeans and casual shirt. When they were ready, they set off for the village hall.

"Quite a turn out by the looks of things." Kat commented as Sally turned into the car park.

"How many do you think will be there?" Mark chirped up nervously from the backseat.

"About a dozen I should think, maybe more."

They pulled into a parking space and headed for the door. Jean Owen was waiting like a sentinel in the entrance porch. She looked at Kat and Sally with distain. "What are you two doing here?" She demanded frostily. "I don't recall inviting you!"

"It's alright Aunt, they are with me." Mark answered innocently.

"But they're not WI members! We can't have non-members in here!"

"We just joined the Women's Institute — for one night only." Kat retorted. And then she smiled sweetly. "Besides, we know exactly what kind of member you want to see here tonight!"

Jean Owens' face reddened, though it was difficult to tell if that was rage or because she had been caught out. "You'd better come in. I was just about to lock the door."

"Don't worry, your secret meeting is safe with us." Sally injected, stepping through the door. "And I should make sure the curtains are drawn if I were you — you never know who might be about!" She gave her a purposeful wink.

Jean hesitated for a moment to look at her, and then quickly turned away to close and lock the door.

She led them into the hall where two rows of chairs were set, occupied entirely by women as you might expect at a meeting of the Women's Institute. All heads turned to look back as the four of them entered the rear of the hall, about twenty in all, ranging from the young to the old, even old Mrs Patterson who was in her late seventies was there. As one they started to applaud their unsuspecting guest as he made his way down the hall toward the small walkway parting the middle of the two rows.

"You'll have to get your own chairs." Jean told the two girls coldly.

"Don't you think you'd better tell Mark why he's here first?" Kat shot back. "There might not be much point in going to the trouble of fetching chairs once he knows!"

Mark stopped in mid-stride and turned.

"You little cow!" Jean muttered under her breath, "I had everything planned."

"Trying being a little more civilised in the future and I promise not to spoil your night!" Kat answered tardily.

"What's going on?" A frown furrowed Marks brow as he looked at the two women.

"A word Mark." Jean said, taking hold of his arm and pulling him to one side.

Sally jabbed an elbow into Kat. "I don't believe it — Mrs Jones from the Village Shop is here. Who would have thought such a self-righteous hag like her would have been here?"

"Mark..." Jean began, "What's that in your hand?"

"Oh just some notes I've prepared for my talk."

"You're not here to talk about bird-spotting. They've come to see what you were holding in your hand last night!" The colour suddenly drained from his face. "That's right, you understand — a demonstration..." She licked her lips before continuing, "a demonstration of the worm you use to catch the birds!"

"I... err... don't know what you mean Aunt."

"Oh I think you do young man." Her voice became firm and insistent. "I think you know exactly what I mean. I saw you cavorting naked with those two young fillies at Dingle Cottage." The back of her hand brushed against the front of his jeans and stayed. "I saw you choking the cockerel's neck, quite a display it was too!"

He stood red faced before her, not knowing what to say or do, feeling the bulge in his shorts begin to uncoil and thicken.

"And tonight, we would like a similar display. Look — all my friends have turned out just to take a look after I told them what a monster you've got! You're not going to disappoint them now are you?"

"Were Kat and Sally in on this?"

"Of course not — I said friends!" She snapped, wheeling him toward the front.

"I can't!" He protested.

"Oh but you can, and you will, unless you'd like me to tell them all about how you played with yourself in front of your two friends — how you had to have a lesson in sex with a young woman."

"Say what you like, I'm going home!"

"I have the key. The door is locked and they won't let you leave with a stitch of clothing on, I'll make sure of that!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?" She turned to address the seated women. "Ladies!" She cried.

"Shhh! Don't — I'll do it, just take my clothes off. That's all — nothing more!"

"Mark is ready now!" She smiled triumphantly. She led him to the front of the hall and turned him to face the gathered women and then just as promptly left him there to take her seat in the front row as the women clapped him once more.

Mark stood wavering, staring back at the rows of smiling faces watching him, full of expectation. A hush fell over the room. He spotted Kat and Sally moving chairs into position behind the back row. A low murmur started to spread through the room. "Come on!" A voice beckoned to him.

"Yeah, get on with it!" Another called.

"Take your shirt off!"

He hesitated, his face reddening. And then he did a half-hearted shrug of his shoulders before opening his shirt. They cheered loudly as the buttons opened one by one and he allowed it to fall off his shoulders, leaving him naked from the waist up. Someone whistled and several of the women laughed.

"Now y'trousers!"

Mark opened the front of his jeans and the women began a slow hand-clap, chanting the word 'off' over and over. His jeans descended his legs as he kicked his shoes off so he could tramp his legs free. He bent over to pull his socks off and the women laughed at the comments shouted out about his pert bum still clad in his underwear.

"Hurry-up!" Someone urged as he wrestled with his socks.

"Come on, we want to see your dick!" A voice rose above the chorus, followed by several shrieks of laughter.

He faced them in just his underwear, hands twitching nervously at his waist. Again the chant rose up, insistent in its urgency... "Off... Off... Off... Off... !" And down they came to a loud whoop of glee as Mark's seven inch tool was unveiled.

Jean ordered him to walk along the two rows of women and let them all get a close look. They cheered at him teasingly; hand's reached out to fondle him. Even old Mrs Patterson took a grip of his magnificent rod and it didn't take long for his rod to respond to their groping either. Soon seven inches had grown to a full erect ten inches for the delighted women to ogle.

"Did you get a look at his balls Mrs Jones?" Someone shouted. Mrs Jones nodded her head excitedly and mouthed the word 'yes'.

"Tell him to show you his head!" Someone shrieked as he made his way along the row.

They grabbed at his ass, slapped his cheeks until they were red, hefted his balls and pulled at his cock as he tried to make his way between the two rows. His dick was stroked, pulled and swatted from side to side, while other hands groped at him from behind. When at last he made it back to the front of the room, his Auntie stepped up beside him. In plain view of everyone she stood facing the women, her hand gripping his cock, stroking it steadily.

"Would you like to watch him stoke his furnace?" She cried.

The women cheered loudly and Mark took hold of himself as Jean returned to her seat. A hush fell across the room as he began to stroke his cock. It didn't take him long to find a rhythm as he beat his meat. Several women rose to their feet for a better view of the spectacle about to be presented. His balls swung a crazy dance that had a few of them tittering in mirth. He rewarded their quiet patience with a sudden gasp as his legs braced themselves and a sudden jet of cum shot forward to the loud accompaniment of squeals and happy applause. Each shot produced further cries of delight from his audience.

Mark's cock hung limp and spent as he moved about the hall surrounded by women drinking cups of tea, taking the opportunity to pat his naked bum or steal a peek at his oversized dick. The show was over, the women no longer seated as they formed little cluster's to talk of the display they had witnessed along with other local gossip. But Mark was still very much the centre of attention as he moved in their midst, searching.

He spotted Kat and Sally standing together and headed toward them, ignoring the hands running across his bare behind. Sally spotted him and smiled. "So that's what you call a presentation!"

"I had no idea this was planned. Listen..."

"You are obviously going down a treat." Kat cut in. "And enjoying yourself by all accounts, you're not even dressed yet Mark."

"I know, that's what I wanted to ask you about — someone's pinched my clothes!" Just then a group of women dragged him off for their own inspection; hands running over his manhood, marvelling at the size of it and congratulating him on his performance.

"Where do you suppose his clothes are?" Sally asked, her eyes never leaving Mark.

"I don't know, but it's one way of keeping him here naked and making sure he doesn't sneak off!"

"Let's give them another hour before we rescue him shall we?"

"We'll tell him to tell everyone he wants the loo and we can meet him at the door!"

"Whisk him away to safety you mean?"

"Back to your bed more like!" Kat laughed. Sally smiled, feeling the warm tingly sensation in the pit of her stomach as her faced reddened. "In the morning he's mine!" Kat grinned, "I want a proper go before he packs up and returns home!"

THE END

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