Girls Watching Guys Ch. 01

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Part One: Stacey's View

My brother and I were recently out of high school, me being in my second year of county college, him working odd jobs that summer as he prepared for college himself. Because my school was in the next town, I lived at home during that time. It was the middle of summer when the following incident happened. It was something that deep down I had always wanted to witness. Had I lived in a dorm like a lot of other college girls, considering the wild stories that come from those places, I'm sure I would have had even more exciting stories to tell. But living at home as I was, what happened that one afternoon I fondly remember and think about it often.

A couple of weeks ago over at my friend's house, while we were talking about guy things, she mentioned that her brother jerked off in the shower all the time. I asked how she knew this, and she said she poked her head in the bathroom a few times and could see him in the shower doing it. We had a good giggle over this one, as you may imagine. For some reason it had never occurred to me that my own brother Gary might be stroking it in the shower too. I had heard him doing it in bed at night every once in a while (which was fun to listen to under the covers in my own dark room!), but I never considered he might also be doing it in the shower.

So, later that week when my brother and I were home alone (our parents having gone out for the day), I saw Gary go into the shower about three in the afternoon. It seemed an odd time for him to take a shower, and then I remembered what my friend had said about catching her brother. Having only heard him stroking it when he was in bed, I had never actually gotten to watch a guy playing with himself, so the irresistible urge of curiosity taking over, this opportunity was too much for an inquisitive young woman like me to pass up! Nobody else was home, and nobody was expected home for a few hours, so as I briefly weighed the risks of getting caught doing this, my female curiosity overcame any reason I could think of why I shouldn't be doing this.

I made my way to the bathroom door, and grabbed the key that we kept above the door frame. I paused there for a few moments, debating if I really wanted to go through with this little scheme. Spying on someone was something I had never done before, and more importantly, spying on my own brother made it an even greater no no. But the curiosity of what he might be doing in there was too much to fight, and finally I gave in to my dark side. As quietly as I could I unlocked the door, my fingers shaking at the forbidden thing I was about to do, and opened it slowly just a crack.

The rush of warm air that pushed out at me, and the increased sound of the water in the shower sent a tingle of excitement down my body. The way our bathroom is laid out, the door opens on the right hand side, the same side that the double sink is on, with the shower on the left side of the room. So looking in through the slightly opened door, I was looking at the reflection of the entire length of the shower. We have a glass sliding door for the shower, fortunately for me this day a totally clear one, so from my spot outside the door I could see my brother's naked body perfectly, every little detail of it.

I had peeked in with the idea that I might be seeing him playing with himself, but as it was he was actually taking a shower. That fact didn't make me leave of course, once I saw the wet naked male body before me, I wasn't going anywhere soon. I had seen him naked a few times before in passing, but spying on him like this made it seem all the more exciting. He had his back to me at the time, cleaning his hair, so I got a very ample and long look at his butt. I enjoyed its appearance with great relish. It was a far longer look then I ever would have dared if someone else was around!

As he was done cleaning his hair Gary turned to the right, facing the sliding glass door, in effect giving me a full frontal view of him. My eyes instantly went down between his legs at the part of his anatomy I most wanted to see. Spying on him from my secret spot, I was able to get a good long look at his entire package, and my heart was pounding as my eyes inspected every square inch. His penis was completely flaccid (I had never actually seen him hard), and was laying on his sac which hung down rather loose, which is the kind of sac I like the best.

I stood there eagerly watching his genitals, and enjoyed how his dick and balls bounced around as he cleaned himself. Getting such a close inspection of a guy's package, it was little wonder I was beginning to get turned on by the sight before me. I felt so naughty spying on him like this, and with each passing moment I realized it was becoming more impossible to move away from my secret spot at the door had I wanted to.

As I continued to take in the wonderful frontal view of the male genitals, it began to occur to me that it looked like it had gotten a bit more plump. As he cleaned his upper body, I looked back down again and realized he was indeed more plump. As I sat there transfixed on his penis, without any physical contact, it ever so slowly began to grow a little at a time. I gasped at the thought that I was watching it become erect. It was an amazing thing to watch this small little thing laying on his sac a few moments ago slowly grow in size, until it doubled its length, the head finally beginning to rise off his sac and point out on its own.

I only wish I could see the look on my own face as I watched his penis grow erect for the first time, I was totally mesmerized by the image. I think it's because of that day that I still love watching a guy grow hard without any contact. I always have my lovers put their hands behind their backs so I can see it grow on its own. Soon his dick was near its full length and sticking straight away from his body, and to my surprise kept rising more until it was pointing upwards about forty five degrees. My god, that looked so amazing to me. His penis sticking upwards, and his loose balls hanging down between his legs really made it look impressive.

For a girl who wasn't used to seeing such stuff that often, his full and upright erection looked simply enormous to me. In reality it was your averaged sized hard on I guess, but in comparison to what I had, and comparing it to how it looked when soft, the difference in size was impressive to say the least. I was simply in love with the size of it, the shape of it, the way it stood upright, and most of all how full it was. It looked so rock hard I could only imagine how turned on he must be for it to look that stiff, and wondered what that must feel like for a guy.

I also wondered what had turned him on that much to make it so hard. Only after it stopped growing did I realize I had my own hand down my pants, I had actually started masturbating before he did. I can only imagine with horror the situation of my mother coming home and seeing me with my hand down my pants peeking into the shower at my brother's erection! I'm quite thankful this never happened. (Although in hindsight I'm sure she would have understood, being that age once herself, don't you think?)

When he was totally erect, for some reason he started to move his hips from side to side for a bit, and I watched with amazement as his erection swayed back and forth. It reminded me of the way a tree swayed back and forth in a heavy wind. He was looking down at it as he did so, I guess he was getting a kick out of seeing his hardon bounce around like that. With him now being erect and checking himself out, it was to my great excitement that I realized he was probably going to start playing with himself soon.

I had always disliked the fact that our shower door was totally clear instead of at least being shaded or textured, because I felt so exposed when I was in there, it felt like being on display in a fish bowl. But now with what I had before me, I was very thankful that my parents did buy this totally clear door, I could see my brother's naked body in very minute detail.

As I continued to finger myself, he finally put one of his hands down there, and to my surprise bypassed his stiff erection completely, instead taking one of his balls in his hands. He seemed to be feeling it for a bit, which seemed puzzling, and after about a minute of touching himself like this moved over to feel his other ball the same way for a while. I had no idea why he was doing this, but it definitely was exciting to be watching him touch his balls like this. When he was done massaging his second ball, he then pressed upwards against his body and coughed, then went back to the other side and did the same thing. Quizzically I looked up at him and saw he had turned his head to cough this second time. "Turn your head and cough."

I had heard guys joke about this and I realized this to be part of what happens to them at the doctors. My brother was pretending to give himself an exam down there like at the doctors! I don't know why, but I found the idea of him giving himself a "genital exam" incredibly erotic as his hands felt his balls again the same way. The vision of him touching himself in this medical kind of way sent me over the edge, I don't know why, and right outside the door I had a very unexpected and sudden orgasm that I wasn't prepared for. It quite caught me by surprise, and because of that I'm not sure how quiet I really was about it or if he could have heard anything. I'm sure some orgasmic sounds slipped past my lips, as I wasn't anticipating this, and I deeply hoped the sound of the water would wash out any of my own emissions.

As the orgasm subsided, I was shocked with myself, that I not only found watching him play doctor with himself incredibly erotic, but the mere thought of it had made me come quickly. For a second I was afraid that if he had heard me my spying on him would be compromised. But opening my eyes I realized he was continuing on with his erotic little exam again. He felt each ball one more time, then lifted each one up, turning his head and coughing again. To this day I secretly enjoy the fact that he has a bit of a medical fetish. And yes, I sometimes masturbate imagining that I'm the one giving him the exam.

Finally, I guess he could stand his arousal no longer. His stiff erection (an unusual and truly beautiful sight to a highly inexperienced girl like me) had merely bounced around craving contact while he played doctor with his balls. Now up came his hand, and he took it in his entire hand. Oh, my inexperience, I laugh at it now, but I figured guys do it similar to girls, by rubbing just the tips of their fingers against the penis. So I was quite surprised to see him lay his penis in his palm and wrap his fingers completely around it, and begin stroking up and down the entire length.

My mouth must have fallen wide open watching this completely new thing for the first time. The motion he used on himself, along with the way he gripped it with his entire hand was so different than anything I expected. What struck me is how completely different it was from how us girls did it. It was like he was putting his entire fist and arm into it.

I think I had to remember to breathe in these opening moments, I was so mesmerized and awestruck at the sight before me. I could not believe after all these years I was finally seeing how a guy got himself off. The fact that I had just orgasmed a minute ago didn't seem to matter any more, with the new sight before me my fingers were down my pants again hurriedly going at it. I then and there was sold on the concept that watching a guy play with himself is one of the most erotic things in the whole world. Hearing him do it in his bedroom was exciting enough, and left a lot to the fertile imagination. But seeing his lean naked body, his super stiff erection, and his fist going back and forth over it while his wonderful sack bounced about was almost too much for me to take.

I was having trouble standing at the door trying to peek in while I was rubbing myself like this. Extreme horniness eventually overcomes fear and discretion, and as aroused as I was I absolutely needed a better view of what he was doing, even if it risked being discovered, so I pushed the door open a good 8". Within moments he quickly picked up his pace, grunted in pleasure, and then abruptly stopped his stroking, taking his hands away entirely. At first I thought Gary had orgasmed, but didn't see anything come out, so I assumed he had just stopped for a minute, though I couldn't figure out what would have made him stop.

He paused for a few seconds, and it gave me a moment (while I continued to stare at that wonderful erection) to reflect on what I had just witnessed. Male masturbation was instantly my number one fascination. The fact that I was spying on him without him knowing I was there made it even more delicious. Here Gary was behind a locked door, the sound of the water drowning out the stroking sounds his hand was making, never expecting anyone knew what he was really doing in there. But I knew, I now knew all his little secrets, and I was watching every little motion his hand was doing, and he had no idea. Clearly my naughtiest secret to date!

He took the base of his dick between two fingers, one finger on top and one on the underside, and slowly pushed them up towards the tip. With the other hand one finger touched right by his pee hole, and he slowly pulled it away nearly a foot as he watched what he was doing. It wasn't until a closer inspection through the mirror and shower door that I realized he had squeezed his pre cum out his tip and was looking at it extend like a string! What he did next floored me, he wiped the rest of it off his dick with his finger and put it to his mouth tasting it. His masturbating sister behind the door almost had her second orgasm realizing he was tasting himself. He was proving full of surprises today with the things he was doing.

I guess his little "rest" was complete now, his hand once again gripped his erection as it had done earlier, what a wonderful sight for a female to behold, and he began once again stroking up and down. It occurred to me that he wasn't doing it with a straight up down motion, but as his hand went up, he sort of twisted his hand to the side a little with each stroke, I guess it must have felt better for him to do it that way. In no time at all we were both masturbating again, him moderately stroking in the privacy of the shower, and me furiously fingering while peeking through the door at his intimate and private moment.

This time he did not stop abruptly like before, but kept doing it in a good even motion. After a few moments his other hand came down, and began to feel one of his balls while he stroked himself. The added stimulation made him moan a little bit, that familiar moan I had heard when he did it in bed at night. His face was very placid, looking right down at what he was doing to himself, as one hand stroked his stiffness and the other played with his balls.

It was ridiculous just how wet my own groin was, my panties were now soaked; somewhere along the line I had realized the futility of pants, and they had dropped down to my ankles, giving me better freedom to get at my own goods. While the fingers of one hand furiously played with my button, my other hand reached down to feel my labia, just the way Gary's other hand was playing with his balls. I was trying to imagine what that felt like feeling them in his own hands.

By now his hand was stroking considerably faster than it had done earlier, and I could see the way his body was moving around, and the wonderful look on his face that he was getting close to the end. He began whimpering slightly, and I would have been whimpering too if I wasn't trying so damn hard to keep from being discovered. Had the door been closed I probably wouldn't have heard his noises; but the door wasn't closed, his curiously horny sister was listening to every single moan and groan he made, eyeing hungrily his now increasing body language as his hips began to move back and forth and he began to hunch over.

He now took his other hand off his balls, and soon he was stroking himself furiously with both hands. This two fisted action was an incredible thing for me to watch. For the better part of a minute he masturbated this way, and the gasps and moans kept coming more audible, until that last final stage. A series of very guttural grunts took him, his face now looked in pain, and he thrust his hips forward and I realized I was about to see the best part of a man's jacking off: him shooting his load.

I really wasn't sure just what a guy looked like when he came. I knew it was white in color, but had no idea how it came out, so I was waiting with baited breath to see this happen for the first time. Not surprisingly, when it did happen I was not the least bit disappointed. One long loud grunt took him, his body hunched over, he thrust his hips forward once more and as his penis pointed upward, I saw the most wonderful display of the male orgasm. Several long white jets of sperm shot out of his hole, up into the air, landing on the shower glass before him at chest level. I was beside myself with how much fluid came out, and how high it shot on the glass.

I really had not expected that guys came that much or that far, so it was incredibly impressive to watch this happen. Once again I found my mouth hanging wide open with a wide grin, and the sight of him spurting like that sent me to another delicious orgasm behind the door. Gary looked physically exhausted after such an extreme display, and leaned back at last against the shower tile to rest, his erection still leaking out some remaining ejaculate.

I looked at that wonder known as male ejaculate, and marveled at how high in the air it shot out. As the white fluid began to drip down the length of the shower glass in long streams I couldn't help thinking how dirty that looked. I was watching a guy's cum drip down the glass. Even though he was finished, my eyes were still busy taking it all in, actively switching between the lines of white cum dripping down the glass, the post orgasmic look on his face, and his hard on slowly coming back down. It was exciting watching it ever so slowly come down to earth, for some reason it reminded me of the way an ice cube melted.

After about a minute of standing there, he finally picked up his now half erect penis in his hand, and as he did earlier, squeezed it from base to tip, and I watched as the remaining sperm was squeezed out of his dick hole, and hung there on a string. He took the string in his hands, and again moved it up to his mouth to taste it. I couldn't take anymore after seeing this, I quickly pulled up my pants and headed back to my bedroom. Halfway there I stopped, and headed back, remembering to close the bathroom door lest he realize I was there!

I quickly retired to my bedroom and began fingering myself again. I couldn't get the image out of my head of his naked body, and his hands busily rubbing his dick. And the scene of male ejaculate all over the shower glass once again sent me directly towards another orgasm. I heard him open the bathroom door after he was dressed, and as he walked by my own room to get to his own, there I lay on my bed with legs spread wide apart, imagining my door was open so he could see right down between my legs at what *I* was doing to myself. Knowing he was just outside my door, mere feet from me masturbating on my bed, my third and final orgasm ensued.

I'm sure he had to have heard that one, I was so horny at that point I really didn't care if he heard. Because I was focusing solely on my own orgasm this time instead of watching his, it was the most powerful of the three, and I'm sure the sounds that escaped me confirmed that. I hope he enjoyed it! After watching him doing it, I guess it was only fair that he should sort of catch me doing it as well. I think I fell asleep like that, wearing no pants, legs spread wide, juices all over my groin, and my equally wet fingers still lying on my pussy.

It was quite difficult to look him in the eye that night at dinner, I tried my best to avoid him all night. He wouldn't have known why I had such an embarrassed look on my face even if he saw it, but nevertheless what I had watched Gary do was so incredibly erotic that I just could not dare look him in the face for fear of giving away how much I loved what I saw that day! This day was definitely a learning experience for me. I had watched my brother in the shower naked, watched him go from completely soft to sticking straight up in the air, watched him touch himself in several different ways, and saw his awesome ejaculation.

I think that every girl should have the opportunity to see her brother masturbate like this. Not only was it an incredibly horny experience that I have cherished and relived to this day, (I can't tell you the number of times I've masturbated over the years thinking about that scene!) it also answered a lot of questions for me of what guy's genitals look like when they're hard and how they play with themselves. Girls, if you haven't yet had the opportunity to watch a guy do this, you don't know what your missing! Later that night I overheard my parents talking, and my father mentioned how unusually quiet I was at dinner, and how I just looked at my plate. My mother sort of brushed this off with a laugh, saying, "Maybe she found a boy." If they only knew!

To be continued...

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A CFNM Tittyfuck With Mary Jane

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How can you ever forget your first love? I had to wait until I was a senior in high school, but I ended up living a dream of getting together with the girl on whom I had the biggest crush. I was a bit on the dorky side, and not so comfortable with girls, so most of the social types never really returned my interest. There was one girl who seemed interested in what I had to say. We worked together a lot on class projects and study groups. Maybe she was friends with me to help get a better grade, but she was intelligent enough to stand on her own and contributed a great deal to group work.

I was 18 and of course horny all the time. This girl was my fantasy. She knew it, but waited for me to tell her before she made a move. When she did, it was the start of a long relationship that lasted well into college before it self-destructed. These stories are true and represent the sexual adventure roller coaster that was Mary Jane, my high school sweetheart.

Mary Jane had huge tits. Honestly, that was the thing that attracted me to her in the first place. I think everyone in the entire school was attracted to her tits. She was one of those wet dream types: short, slim and stacked. When I say stacked, I mean STACKED. She must have been a 38DDD, but with a 24 inch waist she looked like she was about to fall over. She wasn’t naïve about the appeal of her breasts. In fact, she used them to her advantage, flustering the teachers, flirting with classmates, and irritating other girls. They just couldn’t compete. Add to this hot figure the face of an angel and you have to wonder what she would ever see in a nerdy classmate like me.

And yet she saw something. Or at least, she wanted me enough to encourage me to be more outgoing. Once I confessed my desire for her (though it must have been obvious) she responded in kind. . We were talking on the phone late into the night on her eighteenth birthday, and she convinced me to open up and tell her how I felt about her ‘as a birthday present’. Our conversations had often been sexual, but I always thought she just did it to see how uncomfortable I could get. Ever since my own 18th birthday in the fall, she had been teasing me about how I was legal and she wasn’t and that anything we did could be construed as statutory rape. That had been one of the things keeping me in check.

I had been for the most part a ‘rules-follower’, so there was no way I was going to come close to breaking the law. She knew that, so used it to ratchet up the tension. As midnight passed and I was confessing to her how much I liked her and enjoyed spending time with her and thought about her all the time… I paused to say “Happy Birthday Mary Jane!”

Her voice dropped into that sultry range that drove me crazy. “You know, now I’m 18. I’m totally legal.”

“Yeah.”

“Now there’s nothing stopping you from getting in my pants. And in my shirt.” She was teasing me. She let the implication hang there for a bit. “Now that we’re being honest about our feelings, I think it will be easier to move forward in other areas too.” Up to this point I had never had a girlfriend, let alone kissed a girl, so you can imagine what was going on in my teenaged head.

Within a week, the opportunity was there. Mary Jane was the last of eight kids and so her parents were pretty bored of the child-raising thing by the time she came along. They spent a great deal of time out of the country and figured Mary Jane could handle things on her own. They were actually horrible parents. You leave a kid that looks like that alone and who knows what kind of trouble she could get into. Oh wait… that’s the whole point of this story. Thank Goodness for horrible parents that through neglect turn their children into sexual deviants!!

Anyway, that Friday night, we ended up alone in her house after a show. I had told my parents I would be hanging out with some friends who had invited me to come over. Mary Jane was changing into jeans and a t-shirt and I was trying not to stare at her amazing body. My cock was getting harder and harder as she was telling me about who had done what with whom in the cast. I was absolutely in a trance staring at her tits. Suddenly it was quiet.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Uhh.. nothing.” I tried to stay cool and hide the erection that was growing in my pants. “I was just staring off into space. Sorry”

“I don’t think so,” she said. “I think you were staring at my tits.”

I tried to downplay it, but the more she accused me the more she grabbed at them and then I noticed her start to smile.

“It’s okay. I want you to stare at my tits. That’s what they are there for I guess. Go ahead.” She started to spin around and make provocative poses. When she leaned over I could see down her shirt and into that magical cleavage. “Do you like them?”

“Yes…” I responded meekly.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes. I like your breasts.”

She started to laugh. Mary Jane came up close to me and repeated what I said. “You like my breasts? I don’t think so. These aren’t breasts.”

I looked up at her with a question. It was really hard not to just stare at her chest right in front of my face. Her nipples were starting to poke through her bra and shirt and that smile was coming back again. Then she started to explain my mistake by referring to other girls in our class.

“Do you really think these are breasts? Come on, give me a little credit. Natalie has breasts, nice ones in fact. So does Christy. Rachel and Michelle do too. Well… I guess you have to give Michelle the benefit of the doubt. Do you really think these are the same as theirs?”

“Uhh.. no?”

“Good. I’d hate to think you didn’t recognize what was in front of you,” She said, as she started to take off her shirt. “Because what we have here are the best... biggest... finest... (her hands squeezing them as her halter top fell away from her bra-encased chest) TITS in the entire school!”
My cock was about to rip through my pants. She looked down and noticed. Again the smile.

“You can call them tits, hooters, knockers, jugs, or whatever you want.” She stepped closer until my face was about an inch from her cleavage. I had given up on looking at her face and was staring right at that beautiful rack in front of me.

“But when you call them breasts I think you are selling them short. “Now… what do you have to say for yourself” With that she dropped her hands and placed them on my shoulders.

It was heaven. Her triple-D’s jutted away from her chest and she gently pulled me towards her cleavage. I had enough time to say “I love your tits” before I was buried in them. She straddled my legs on the bed and pushed me down on my back. She let her lace-covered massive cleavage push into my face and I attacked with my lips, tongue and hands. She ground into my crotch. I could tell she liked what she felt of my cock straining inside my pants. I wasn’t sure what to do.

“Mmmm… feels like you have something big too.” And she reached down to start taking my pants off. Before I could react, she had undone my zipper, reached in, and started stroking my dick. “This is amazing.”

“Oh.. Mary Jane. What are you doing?” I wasn’t stupid, just inexperienced.

“Don’t you know? Haven’t you done this before? With this cock I’m surprised you haven’t had most of the girls in the class already.”

“Ummm… no I haven’t.”

She must have sensed my hesitation and fright because she immediately knew. “You’re a virgin?”

“Totally.” I was sure she was going to stand up and put her shirt back on. Instead she smiled and pumped my cock.

“I always wondered what virgin cock tasted like”

“Whaaa...?”

It seemed like slow motion. She pumped my cock a little harder, leaned down, opened her mouth, and took my cock inside. It was amazing. Now, with 10 more years of experience, I can say that it was one of the best blowjobs I ever received, and not just because it was the first. But it was heavenly. Her auburn hair tickled my leg as her hot mouth moved back and forth over my cock. Her tongue was doing some sort of dance along the bottom and every time she pulled back she gave a loud smacking kiss to my cockhead.

“Do you like it?” she said with a grin as she stroked my cock with her hand and brushed it against her cheek.

“I love it! I’ve never..” I trailed off, not wanting to admit just how inexperienced I was.

After a few more bobs and licks she pulled off again “You’ve never what?” I think she expected more compliments.

“I’ve never felt anything like this.” If it hadn’t been for her constant stroking and just how hot her tits looked framing my cock I might have lost my erection from nerves. If anything I was harder than ever seeing my cock resting in her mass amount of cleavage.

“I love your tits.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. But she responded. She shoved my cock under her bra, cradling my cock between her breasts and started rocking back and forth. I was nice and slick from all the sucking, so I slid in and out even as she applied pressure from the side.

“How about this? Do you want to titfuck me?”

“MMM.. Wow. Your tits are amazing. They completely surround me and .. oh God!!!”

The last part was cut off as she dipped her head down to suck on the end of my cock that was protruding between her tits and had been poking her in the chin. I thrust my hips up to enhance the titfucking and she moaned in pleasure.

“That’s right baby.. you want to fuck my tits, don’t you? Do you want to pump your cock between them while I suck on it? I love the way your hard cock feels between my big titties.”

Her dirty talk sent me into overdrive.

“Suck my dick. Yeah.. that’s right. Wow this is the most amazing thing. You are so hot with your mouth around my cock. Keep sucking.. yeah.. yeah.. look at me while you suck me. Show me how much you love my dick in your mouth. Grab your tits too, Mary Jane. Let me see you squeeze those things while you suck me deeper.”

I thought I had said something wrong, since she backed off. But then she said “Deeper? You want deeper?” And she dove back down, only this time she didn’t stop. She didn’t come back up and instead kept pushing down and down until her lips were touching my balls. Her tongue snaked out and played with my balls as her throat caressed my cock. She disengaged and pulled back. With another smile, she went back. Again. And again. And again. Finally I was moaning louder and louder and calling out her name.

“Are you ready?”

“I feel like I’m going to explode!”

“Perfect.. I want you to explode. I want you to let yourself go and just explode for me.” Her hand reached for my cock and started stroking faster and faster. She started staring at my cock and repeating over and over again “Cum for me baby.. cum just for me. I want your cum, I need your cum, give me your cum.” I was climbing higher and higher and then I felt the peak and the tightening in my balls. She felt it too.

“Oh yeah baby.. cum for me. Let me see you explode.”

I wanted to warn her that it was going to be messy. But I was too busy letting my eyes roll back, my toes curl up, and screaming out “I’m cumming!!!”

Then I was awash in the most amazing feeling. My eyes closed instinctively and I felt like I was flying. I also felt like my cock had turned into a cannon as spurt after spurt of cum shot out of my dick. Mary Jane was moaning between my legs. I could feel her tits rubbing against my leg and her hand kept pumping my shaft.

“Oh yes baby” she moaned. “Give me all your cum. Give it to me.” I kept shooting. She kept moaning. “More More More Ohmigod this is a lot of cum”.

I stopped paying attention to the world and just let myself fly.

When I opened my eyes again, I think it was about a minute later. I was still spasming from the orgasm and Mary Jane was still milking my cock for more cum. She gently squeezed from bottom to top and licked up the little amounts that came up. She was moaning to herself and grabbing at her own tits. When she looked up at me with a smile I almost spontaneously came again. She was absolutely covered in my cum!

There were streaks of it from the top of her head to the bottom of her bra-covered tits. She was licking her fingers and gathering it from her cleavage and bra cups. She was still purring to herself. I must have been staring.

“Do you like what you see? Do you like your cum on my face?”

“Ohhh God…”

She started to pout. If you thought a busty teenager with cum on her face was sexy, try keeping your cool when she pouts. Her bottom lip stuck out and little strands of my cum created a little spider web in the newly created space. As she spoke I could see some of the cum still in her mouth. “Does that mean you don’t like it? I guess I did a bad thing and we’ll never do that again.”

“Oh No.. Mary Jane that isn’t it at all. I loved it. You look amazing. I can’t believe it! I want to do it again! In fact.. just looking at you has me wanting to do it again right now. I can’t believe how sexy you look covered in my cum!”

That must have been the answer she wanted to hear. She grabbed for my cock and started stroking and licking it. I could feel her breasts against my legs and her nipples were hard little points. I reached down to feel her tits better as she swallowed my cock again. Even with her bra still on, her tits filled my hands to overflowing and I found myself grabbng at them as if they were pillows. Her moans around my cock told me she liked it. I pulled her up off of my cock and switched places with her, placing her seated on the bed as I knelt in front of her. I immediately dove for her breasts. I was mauling the left one as my hand explored the right. I soflty kissed her chest and brought all of that titflesh together and licked both of them together. “MMM.. I love your tits.” I said through a mouthfull of wonderful skin.

She pressed the back of my head, pulling me further into her tits. “Oh.. baby.. I love it. My tits are so sensitive today.” I looked up at her as I flicked her with my tongue. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning.

As I was looking at her, she came out of the moan and looked straight into my eyes. I could see the cum shining still on her face. She saw me looking around her features and directed my face to the depths of her cleavage.

“Ooh Yes.. right there. Make it nice and slick and wet. You’re gonna fuck these babies with that hard cock until you give me another load of cum! Keep licking.. Oh yes! I want your cock between my tits! Stand up baby and give me a proper boob bang.”

How could I turn her down. Her cleavage was glistening as I stood up with a raging hard-on. She leaned forward and brought her tits around my cock. “Now baby.. fuck my tits and cum on my face again!”

And so I did. I started slowly.. easing in and out as she increased the pressure on the sides of her tits. Her moans spurred me on and my rhythm picked up. Her dirty mouth didn’t hurt either. Just watching that beautiful face under a load of cum spouting out phrases like “Use my tits” “Gimme that cum”, “I want more cock!” was a huge turn on. She had streaks of cum all over her face. There was one spurt that ran straight up the middle over her nose and forehead and into her auburn hair. Two more rose over her left cheek and pooled above her eyebrow. Another similar on the right cheek. Three or four didn’t make it all the way to her forehead but left pools of cum around her mouth and cheeks. She had cum in her hair on top and on the sides as she had pointed my cock all around her face like a cum machine gun. This was what I was looking at as I pounded my cock in between her massive boobs.

Suddenly I felt the tingling rising in my balls. Something was grabbing onto my insides and trying to get out. I tried to warn her. “Mary Jane.. oh baby.. your tits.. oh baby.. I’m gonna cum.. I’m gonna fucking cum for you”

“Cum for me! Cum for me!”

I don’t think she realized how close I was. The first shot cut her off in the middle of a “Cum for mmmm!” It splattered against her chin loud enough for me to hear it and started dripping back down onto my cock. The lubrication made the titfucking easier, but she quickly pulled my cock out and pointed it directly at her face.

Another spurt glanced off to the left and draped over her right ear and across her cheek. It actually went all the way to the wall behind her bed! “Yes!” she screamed. “More cum! More cum! I want all the cum inside your balls! CUM ON MY FACE!!!” While she was going crazy over my cum, I shot out another rope, this time aimed right into her mouth. She immediatley swallowed and opened up for more.

I grabbed my cock from her and started jerking it off onto her forehead. I moved forward a little and made her lean her head down so I could deposit the rest of my load on her head. She LOVED it. “Oh yeah.. jack off on my face! Give it to me like you like it. Cum on my face! You want to cum on my forehead? Oh.. it’s dripping down my face.. more more more!!!!” I must have had seven more spurts of cum that I draped across her forehead so it would evenly drip down. I found that I loved the look of cum on a girls face. There was something primitive and sexy and absolutely submissive about her begging me to drop a load on her skin.

“Wow.. amazing again. I think I have to take a break now.” My cock was already getting a little deflated even as I kept stroking it towards her outstreched tongue.

She was gorgeous. Sexy girl, bright smile, huge knockers, and two loads of MY cum on her face. She smiled at me and asked if I liked the view.

“It is a work of art” I replied. “When do we get to do this again?”

She laughed and said “soon I hope. I have lots of ideas for what to do with that cock. It’s a regular fountain. We might have to wait, though. I’m a little tired.”

I looked at the time and realized I needed to get home.

She saw the clock too and agreed. “You should go. If you get grounded how will I teach you how to fuck and eat pussy??” she said with a monster grin that made my dick rise again. “Easy boy.. no more tonight.. I’m worn out too. Now get dressed and go home and get some sleep. I like my cock well-rested and full of cum.”

I leaned down to kiss her. Our tongues mingled in the middle as I grabbed her tits one last time. To return the favor she swallowed my cock as I was standing up. After a few bobs she stopped and said “Just something to remember me by. Good night baby.”

With a grin I pulled on my clothes and got ready to go home.

“Aren’t you going to wash that off” I said.

“Maybe later.. I want the last thing you see of me tonight to include the work of art you created on my face.” She blew me a kiss, walked me to the door, and sent me on my way towards home.

On the drive home I contemplated the evening’s events. This was the first time I had been sexual with a girl in any way, and I had managed to come away with amazing images, fucked the hottest tits in town, and twice cum all over my girlfriend’s face. Not only that, I had a near promise that I would lose my virginity soon. My mind was racing as I got home, snuck in quietly, and climbed into bed. I drifted off to sleep imagining how hot it would be when we had another chance to get together and she followed up on that offer to teach me how to fuck and eat pussy.

I turned out that I had to wait another week, but it was well worth it!!

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Posing Nude For Mom's Art Class

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"Are you ready, Kenny?"

"In a minute, Mom." I finished tying my sneakers, picked up my gym bag, and rambled downstairs. My 42 year old mother waited by the front door.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this," she asked, as I reached the bottom step.

"It's OK, Mom. It'll be fun." I smiled at her, hiding my nervousness and my excitement. 'It' was posing for my mom's art students, a group of women whose ages ranged from the 20s to the 60s. I've never modeled before, but I sure have fantasized about it a lot. And, after photographing my Aunt Jill, I've wanted to do it even more. The thought of being the model excites me even more than photographing a nude woman. Now, that I was finishing my first year at the local junior college, I had gotten up the nerve a week ago to broach the topic with my mother.

"Why do you want to model for me?" she had asked.

"Because I like being part of an aesthetic process," I said, half in truth. "A friend of mine at school has done it and he thought it was cool."

"Well, it's not easy standing still for so long, being an object for the artists to depict. It can get pretty boring and it certainly is physically tiring," she said. .

"I know, I said. But I would like to try it at least once."

"OK," she said, "but, afterward, I'd like to know what you thought of the experience."

"No problem," I said. So, now, a week later, here I am going to my first modeling session. We settled into the car and drove across town to a large Victorian home where one of Mom's students had turned a room into a fair-sized studio. As we approached the front door, I felt both excited and a bit nervous. Was I putting myself into an embarrassing situation? I'd soon find out.

Given our relationship, Mom said that I had to wear a swimsuit, so I packed a Speedo that I wore on the swim team in high school. My fantasy is to pose nude but I guess that will have to wait for another time and another place.

Most of Mom's fifteen students were already there when we arrived. Some of them I knew as friends of hers, others were strangers. I was surprised to see that Karen Murtaugh, my high school art teacher, was part of the group. The last woman to arrive was my Aunt Jill. She was quite surprised to see me there but she gave me a knowing smile.

As the women chatted, Mom asked me to change in the bathroom down the hall. After I'd stripped, I looked at myself in the mirror. I'm not buffed out but my swimming made me lean and toned. In a flash, the thought of standing in front of those women with only a Speedo on as they looked carefully at all parts of me made my cock start to rise. I quickly put on the swimsuit and stuffed my cock down so that the fabric would hold it in place. Even if the blood started to flow into it while I was posing, the pressure of the small suit would prevent my cock from popping up into a full-blown hard-on. I put on my brown robe, opened the bathroom door, and walked down the hall to the studio. I could feel my heart beating quickly.

The students were mostly in place waiting for me. Mom had shown me illustrations of ten poses that she wanted me to do. I was supposed to hold a pose for about two minutes and then switch to another one. Later, after a break, I would do two poses of thirty minutes each.

"All set, Kenny?" Mom asked. I nodded. "Ok, then, please step up on the platform and take the first pose I showed you. I found a place to drop my robe on a small chair near the door. Even with the swimsuit on, I felt almost naked. Unlike a swim meet or the beach, where a lot of people were similarly dressed, here I was the only one without much on in a room of women who were about to stare at me for a couple of hours.

I hopped up on the platform and assumed a simple standing pose. The room fell quiet, except for the sound of drawing pencils on paper. As Mom had told me, I averted my eyes and fixed my gaze on a spot on the floor. I could see my bellybutton and, four inches below it, the outline of my cock bulging against the thin dark fabric. I've always had a thing about bellybuttons—my own and others. They're very erotic to me. Seeing mine on display pushed a little extra blood to my cock and made the head of my penis bigger. I tried to think of other things so that my slightly engorged state would dissipate before it became noticeable.

"Next pose," Mom said, after two minutes. Her words took me out of my own thought stream and I worked my way into a new position. With each switch, I got more comfortable being the model and felt more natural about it. When I'd finished the tenth pose, Mom called for a short break. I put on my robe and went to the bathroom to pee. When I returned, the students were chattering in small groups.

"You're a good model, Kenny," one of them said. Mary Murtaugh, my former art teacher, smiled at me and said, "Good job." I walked around looking at their work. Most of the drawings were not much more than very quick sketches. Of course, I thought, what more could they be? I saw Mom walking towards me, a little concern on her face.

"Well, Kenny, how was the first set for you? Are you tired? Sore?"

"I'm fine, Mom. It was fun. Easier than I expected, actually." She smiled a bit.

"Well, as I told you yesterday, I want you to do two thirty-minute poses with a small break between them. Michelangelo's "David," Remember?"

"Sure," I said.

"There's one thing, though," she said with a slight frown.

"What?"

"My students want you to pose nude." A jolt ran through me but I tried to appear nonchalant. Our discussion about mother, son, and swimsuit filled my mind. "They said they understood if I didn't want you to do it." She paused. "I told them that I would speak with you."

"What do you want me to do?" I said. She looked at me squarely in the eyes.

"It has to be your choice, Kenny. Would you be embarrassed being nude in front of me, your aunt, your teacher, and some of the other women you've known for some time? Would you feel uncomfortable? Most importantly, would you feel pressured into posing?"

"I hadn't expected this, that's for sure," I said. "I must admit that I'm nervous about it." I paused. Mom kept looking at me intently. I thought of the bit of pre-cum I noticed when I had pulled down my suit to use the toilet. I wondered if anyone had spotted it when I was posing. Could I keep things under control if I was standing naked in front of all of them? But wasn't this what I wanted all along—to pose nude for artists?

"But if you're cool with this, Mom, then I am, too," I finally said. She smiled.

"I'm cool with it," she said, "even though it's a bit unorthodox, to say the least." She breathed deeply. "Ok, you get yourself ready and then come back. Wear your robe until I ask you to take up the pose. When the thirty minutes is up, put the robe back on and take your break. We'll talk again to see if you want to continue for an additional period."

I walked back to the bathroom feeling chills up and down my body. In a couple minutes, I was going to be standing naked for half an hour in front of my mother and the rest of the women. I closed the bathroom door, took off my robe, and lowered my swimsuit. My cock had shrunk and my sac had shriveled into a bag of rippled skin. If they stayed that way during the session, I'd have no problem. But, what if they didn't? I looked at myself in the mirror, glanced at my cock one last time, and put my robe back on. I knew that, when I walked into the studio, there was no turning back. I opened the bathroom door.

As I entered the studio, all eyes turned towards me. I could tell that they knew I had agreed to pose nude. Mom explained what the pose would be. Then she said simply, "Get into position, Kenny."

I untied the robe and slipped it off my body. Quickly, I stepped up on the platform and struck the pose. Mom moved a light so that it cast a shadow over part of me. I stared over the heads of the artists to a wall behind them. I was naked, motionless, the object of their attention. They could look at me, all of me, intently, critically, and then create their inspiration on paper. All I could do was stand there, naked, exposed. About twenty minutes into the pose, I heard some tittering and very quickly caught some smiles. Suddenly, Mom was at the side of the platform. "Kenny," she said, softly, "look down." I lowered my head and saw a long strand of pre-cum hanging from the tip of my cock. Instinctively, I moved my hand to scoop it up. It wasn't much but it left my hand sticky. "Don't break the pose," she said, quietly. "It's normal. It happens to a lot of models. Just go on as you were."

I was so embarrassed. I felt like a little boy. I almost decided to step off the platform but I noticed that the artists had gone back to their work as if nothing had happened. Mom had gone back to observing her students and I slowly regained my composure. Ten minutes later, she called for a break. I quickly put on my robe and headed towards the bathroom.

"Let's talk," Mom said, as she stepped inside the bathroom with me. "I know that was embarrassing for you, but you handled it well. To tell you the truth, my students always get a kick out of it when they see that."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't even know it was happening."

"That's ok," she said. "Sometimes, guys even get a little hard. If that starts to happen, just try to think of something else and it will settle down, if you know what I mean." I couldn't believe it! My mother was telling me about how to control a hard-on in front of an art class!

"Don't worry," I said. "That's not going to happen."

"Well, if it does, just go with it. Don't break the pose. I assume that you want to do the second session, is that right?"

"Sure," I said. She told me again that I was doing a good job and that I should take ten more minutes. Then she left. I sat on the small chair in the bathroom, closed my eyes, and relaxed my muscles. Several moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said. It was my Aunt Jill.

"I'm sorry, Kenny. I need to use the bathroom." I got up to leave. "You got turned on being the model, too, didn't you?" she said.

"I wasn't trying to," I said as I walked past her. She smiled and gently brushed her hand across my covered cock as she turned to close the door.

"Holy shit!" I thought. Aunt Jill wasn't helping me stay calm. I walked quickly back to the studio. A few minutes later, Mom asked her students to get ready to work again and told me to mount the platform. I dropped my robe and resumed my pose. But, just before doing so, I subconsciously grabbed my cock and balls and readjusted my "package." That didn't go unnoticed by the students or my mom. I recognized what I'd done as soon as I had done it but I acted like it hadn't happened and I again stared at the back wall.

"Ok, ladies. You have Kenny for one more half hour. Then that will be it for tonight," Mom said. The sound of pencils on paper began again as the students looked at my naked form. Within a few minutes, though, I started to have trouble. Images of male models with erections flashed in my mind. Those images turned into images of me and I could feel my cock thickening. I desperately tried to think of anything that would calm me—math problems, chemical elements, dead presidents. Nothing was working.

I shifted my eyes downward and saw my cock at half-mast and growing. I could feel myself blushing. I was ready to step down and cover myself when I thought of my mother's words: "Just go with it. Don't break the pose." When I raised my eyes, I could see that they all knew what was happening.

"Don't worry about it, Kenny," someone said. "It's beautiful."

"Yeah, Kenny," said another. "It adds something unique to the pose." A couple of the women laughed at that remark and it seemed to take the tension out of the room. It didn't help me, though. I was hard and staying hard, my cock bobbing up and down. Mom moved closer to the platform.

"I guess our talk during the break has had an unintended consequence," she said with a bit of a chuckle. I held my pose, staring at the wall. "Well, you've only got twenty minutes to go. Are you up for it?" she laughed. "No pun intended."

"I'm ok," I said, through gritted teeth.

"Good," she said, and walked away. I stopped trying to control it. In fact, I was getting really turned on. My fantasy had come true, even better than I had imagined it would be. I started stealing glances at their faces. They all seemed to be working as usual, even though a young man with a raging hard-on was standing naked only ten feet away. Then I caught Aunt Jill looking right at me. She smiled and dropped her gaze to my cock. Then, she licked her lips and looked back at my face. I thought of her pressing her nude body against me when I had finished photographing her a week earlier. This was getting to be too much.

I lost track of the time and didn't know how much longer I had to stand there. Suddenly, one of the older women spoke up.

"You know, I think that Kenny's ripe for our traditional initiation," she said. "What do you say, ladies?" Several of them started to speak at the same time. I couldn't make out what they were saying until I heard Aunt Jill.

"Well, this is kind of unusual," she said. "I mean, Paula's his mother and I'm his aunt. Not that I'm objecting, mind you," she laughed.

"What do you say, Paula?" They all turned towards her as I held my pose. I didn't know if I was supposed to stop or what, but I did seem to be getting a little softer. Everyone was waiting for my mom to speak.

"I haven't mentioned anything about this to Kenny but, I guess, that's been true for all of the models we've 'quote' initiated." She paused, clearly thinking about what she would say next. All eyes followed her as she moved towards me. I could hear her take a deep breath. "Kenny, you're a great model. Look at you, still holding the pose. That's real professional." Suddenly, the others applauded.

"Keep holding the pose!" Aunt Jill shouted. I did, but I shifted my eyes to see my mother. She was smiling broadly.

"Kenny, this "initiation" they're talking about is a pretty adult thing," she said. "They want to reward you, so to speak, for what you've done. It's harmless, all of the models have loved it, but it is a bit risqué. And you won't be told ahead of time what it is. However, if you are embarrassed by it, you can call an end to it immediately."

"What do you say, Kenny?" another woman asked. "Are you willing to be a little naughty?" I was trying to figure out what was going on but I was stumped. It was really turning me on and my cock had stiffened again. I couldn't believe it. My mother, my aunt, my former teacher, and the others were all looking at me, waiting for an answer. What the hell, I thought.

"I'm game," I said. They all clapped again.

"Ok, ladies." It was the older woman again. "Tradition says the newest member of our group does the initiation. That's you, Mary."

"Oh, I don't think I should," she said, nervously. "I mean, I was his teacher and..."

"Even better," said the older woman. "You can teach him another thing or two. Besides, you've had some experience with the last model we initiated. So, no more excuses." The others clapped and chanted Mary's name. She got the 'I give up' look and smiled while nodding her head. When the chanting stopped, the older woman said, "Ok, Kenny, you keep the pose just as you are. Mary, here, is going to help you release all that tension you've been building up standing so still for so long." Everyone laughed at that. I didn't have a clue.

Suddenly, my high school art teacher got up from her easel and walked towards me. I watched her as she stepped up onto the platform and stood behind me. She said she hoped I didn't mind what she was going to do. And then, she put her left hand on my butt and slowly started to massage it. My cock strained to grow longer and thicker. "Don't move," she said, as she put her right hand on my right arm.

"Good start, Mary. Keep it up," one of my mom's friends said. Everyone laughed again. My teacher moved her hand over my ass and slid a finger down my crack. With her right hand, she slowly pushed over to my chest and tweaked my nipples. Then, she grazed her fingers down to my bellybutton and poked at it until I thought I was going to cum right there. I think she felt my distress and pulled her fingers away. Suddenly, she wrapped her right hand around my cock.

"Yes!" Aunt Jill exclaimed. Mary spread my pre-cum over the purple head of my dick and then over my shaft. When she reached my balls, she cupped them and gently squeezed a few times. All the while, she kept giving my ass a sensual massage.

"Are you ready?" she whispered in my ear. How could I say no? Actually, I couldn't speak, but I shook my head up and down.

"He's ready, ladies," she said, wickedly. I'd never imagined my teacher like this. Suddenly, they started clapping in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Mary stroked my cock to their beat. As it got faster, so did she. I knew I couldn't last much longer.

I wasn't posing any more. I was just standing there, letting Mary beat me off in front of my mother and my aunt and the others. My legs were shaking and I didn't know if I could keep standing. I started bucking my hips, as if I was fucking Mary's hand and, for a time, she held her hand steady. Then, she took it away.

"Do it yourself," she commanded. And I did. Mary reached up to my hard nipples again and played with them back and forth. I stroked faster. They clapped faster. Then, suddenly, Mary was pushing a finger against my asshole. No one had ever done that to me before. It pushed me over the top and I came more powerfully than ever before. Mary put her arm across my chest to hold me up, even as she kept pressing my hole. I could hear the women yelling and screaming, like they were cumming themselves. Time disappeared. Release was everything. And then, it was over.

As I stood up straight, Mary rubbed my cum over my stomach and chest. She still had her finger on my asshole, just resting it there. Finally, she kissed me lightly on the cheek. "You did well, Kenny. I'm glad I could help." Then, she stepped off the platform.

I looked at my mother, standing behind the others. She was smiling. So was Aunt Jill. And for the first time all night, so was I. Some of the artists used moist towels to clean me up, taking gentle care with my red cock. It got hard again but, this time, there was no explosion. I picked up my robe but I didn't put it on. Instead, I thanked everyone and then slowly walked down the hall to the bathroom, feeling their eyes on my ass all the way.

Mom and I talked on the way home about the experience. I had never spoken so openly with her about intimate things and it surely brought us closer together. She said I could model for her again anytime and I said I couldn't wait.

"Just forget the suit," she said. I promised her I would.

THE END

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