The CFNM Country Excursion

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My wife, Viv, and I were lucky enough to inherit a small country house from an uncle of mine to whom I was his only living relative. I knew nothing of the property so I when I went down to Eastbourne (the nearest big town) to sort out the paperwork I took some time to check it out. It was a quaint little country cottage with secluded garden that overlooked the south downs and a short walk from the local village and its amenities. The solicitor told me it was let out by my uncle to mountain bikers and walkers as there were many good treks around the property. I saw the paperwork and realising how much money it made decided to keep it on with the current letting agent. All I would need to do is clean it at the beginning and end of each season.

Inside it was very simple and well looked after with two good sized bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, open-plan kitchen and lounge downstairs which had big French windows taking you to the little garden. The garden was again simple with lawned area, patio, small covered area and adjacent to that a shed in which I found five mountain bikes. The small covered area had two showerheads which had signs explaining how they should be used to clear mud or dust off cyclists before going into the house.

I got home and told my wife all about it and suggested we go for a week before the first letting to do some cycling for ourselves and get it ready for the summer. Viv was all for it and keen to see our 'second' home for herself. She also suggested we invite another couple along to make it more fun and to help with the chores. Despite the offer of a free holiday, we struggled to find anybody that could get time off to come until Viv suggested a friend she went to the gym with, Nadine, and her boyfriend. I didn't know either of them but Viv assured me we would get on well as John (the boyfriend) was into photography like myself.

Two weeks later we waited on John and Nadine to collect us. We were to all travel down in their Range Rover to save petrol etc. I was keen to meet them and hoped that we would get on. Nadine was an athletic 5ft 7, the same as Viv, but unlike Viv who has 36DD's and curvy body she was leaner and probably a 32B or so with muscular legs. Her best feature though was her soft features and perfect olive skin which (my wife informed me) came from an Indian grandmother as did her name. John was a bit younger than the rest of us (we are all in our early thirties). He's 6ft 5 with a big frame, 'number 2' haircut and I wasn't surprised to hear that he was a Marine before he started his own security company. We all hit it off and Nadine told us how she was cycling (on a machine) next to Viv in the gym they use when Viv offered them the chance to come along. Despite keeping himself fit John said it had been years since he was on a bike but was looking forward to getting some time away from the stresses of his work. It was late Friday evening when we arrived and after some getting settled and un-packing we all went to bed.

I woke about 3 am desperate for a pee and headed off to the toilet trying to be as quiet as possible. My eyes strained as I came into the lit corridor but I suddenly became aware of my surroundings to see Nadine in the bathroom doorway looking at me. She was wearing a white silk night shirt that showed her mid-rift and matching shorts. They allowed the dark of her nipples and bush to just be visible in the bright light. I suddenly looked up expecting to be sneered at for eyeing her up but I don't think she'd noticed as she was looking right at my crotch. I looked down to see I must have woken with a massive erection and it was tenting my boxers very noticeably. She noticed I must have caught her but she just smiled and mouthed 'night, night' before heading to their room. I watched her tight arse in the silk shorts as she disappeared and then went for my pee (after allowing for my boner to go down, not easy with Nadine's body in my mind).

The next morning we all met in the kitchen in our cycling gear. Nadine made no mention of last night to my relief and she just gave me a telling grin when she thought no-one else was looking. All four of us had on the proper gear with lycra shorts and biking gloves on etc. Both Nadine and Viv looked great as it showed off their legs nicely but the loudest talk was aimed at Myself. Whilst John's tight shorts incorporated padding and 'comfort zones' which softened the lines mine were more basic and left what Nadine said as, 'Leaving little to her imagination'. I looked down to see that the outline of my 6 inch dick was clearly visible as it pointed to one side. My balls were also quite noticeable crammed into the tight confines of the black cycling shorts that Viv had chosen for me. As we ate our toast there were only two stools in the kitchen so John and I stood against the counter. I noticed Nadine stealing glances of my bulge on more than one occasion which led my cock to swell a little. I had to concentrate hard (no pun intended) not to get a full on erection. Viv noticed my slightly engorged state and gave me a telling smile. She also commented on how she thought John should have worn the same shorts as me so as to allow her an idea of what his package looked like. For an ex Marine with 'don't mess with me' look about him he certainly did blush.

Once we were finished up we got the bikes out and set off up the cycle trail. About 3 hours later we got to a fork in the track that led back to the cottage. Our map showed that both routes would get us back but one was longer and included a harder section. The girls said they would take the quicker route and make a start on dinner if we wanted to take the harder one. John and I were both up for something a little more interesting so headed of down into the valley. The run was much bumpier and involved cutting across several streams which we both took at a good speed getting us covered from head to foot in mud. John was a bit behind me and was getting dirtier as he caught my spray. Then, as I rounded a corner at speed the track had a very sharp turn which I tried to make but skidded and came off the bike. Luckily I landed on a muddy bank that had created a puddle which softened my fall. I got up and John asked if I was ok before laughing at me saying I looked like I'd been mud wrestling as I was absolutely covered. In fact, he was laughing so much he lost his balance and came crashing down into the mud next to me. Once we had both gotten back up we headed off down the track to come out of the woods and see the cottage only a few hundred yards away.

We pulled up outside the back of the cottage and put the hose to our bikes to clean them down before we put them back in the shed. Having done that we headed to go indoors only to be stopped by Viv who looked at us aghast not believing how muddy we were.

'Your not coming in like that lads', she said gesturing to Nadine to come see what we looked like.

'You can use the outside showers to wash up and don't even think of coming in without our permission.' Viv spoke sternly to us as we headed to the shower area.

We turned the showers on and waited for them to heat up a little before going under. I had just started to rinse off my feet when I looked round to see both the girls stood about a foot away with an empty laundry basket.

'OK lads get 'em off!' Nadine said.

'I want you guys to give me your gear to wash now please.'

John looked at me and tutted before starting to strip off. I too started to hand over my shoes, socks, gloves, hat and shirt before stepping under the warm shower. John was down to his white CK underpants as he stepped under his shower head. I hadn't been under the spray for more than a couple of seconds before Viv piped up at me to remove my muddy cycling shorts too. I told her that I had nothing on underneath but she said that I shouldn't have gotten so muddy then. Nadine also spoke up saying it wasn't like she hadn't seen a cock before. I was a little taken aback by her use of the word 'cock' and felt a sudden rush at the thought of letting her see my 'cock'. She wanted to see 'cock' and I wasn't going to disappoint, who knows where this might lead I thought. John suggested that Nadine go inside so as not to embarrass me but Viv told him not to be so silly, especially as he might as well be naked!

We all looked at the same time, as if we all knew what had happened, to see that Johns CK's had gone completely transparent under the water. Viv was right he might just as well be naked. Nadine then shouted at John to take them off before they shrunk and got ruined pointing out that the girls had all now seen his 'cock'. John had a similar sized dick to my own, about 6 or 7 inches soft but looked a little smaller on his bigger build. He did as he was told and whipped them off to allow his dick to swing free. Viv and Nadine watched him but he turned around to hide himself a little. Next all eyes turned to me and I knew what they wanted. I slowly lowered my tight shorts down my legs and was relieved when my package was release from it's tight confines. I'm sure that Nadine gasped as my cock came into view and when I handed them my shorts I was pleased to see them both staring right at my cock.

Unlike John I decided to let Nadine see all of me, so I took some shower gel from the shelf and began to soap up, mostly washing my cock and balls right in front of them. Although Viv had seen me naked many times it was a thrill to be so exhibitionistic and with Nadine watching my every move I began to feel a swelling in my cock. I'm sure the fact that I was touching it so much as I washed contributed. However, I didn't want to push the situation too far and upset anybody so like John I turned round and began to rinse off. The girls both gave a wolf-whistle and suggested we come in and get dried off as it was already 6 O'clock and we had dinner reservations for 7:30. John scampered in with his head down and his hands covering his crotch. I however was feeling more brazen. I strode across the patio with my dick swinging from side to side and got a thrill out of the fact that the girls were stunned by my exhibitionism.

Once up in our room Viv pounced on me and I struggled to keep her noises down as she took my cock in her mouth and proceeded to suck me off. Viv was never like this to me before as getting her to give me a blow-job took much encouragement and usually a fancy night out with lots of booze. But not today, as she was not only sucking me off but had one hand between her legs rubbing at her pussy, again something that was unlike her (not that I was complaining). After giving me head for a good 3 or 4 minutes she knew I was close. Viv stood up and pulled down her skirt and knickers in one motion before jumping onto the bed and bending over with her arse pointing up. I needed no further invite, so coming up behind her I thrust into her I one motion. The combination of her saliva on my dick and her gushing pussy juices meant that I was able to fuck her hard and fast the way she was gagging for me to. Within a minute she was coming hard and screaming her orgasm into the pillows in front of her. I too was ready and just let it go with one hell of a rush, filler her with what felt like a gallon of spunk which in turn gave Viv another orgasm.

We collapsed together in a sweaty heap on the bed and just looked at each other with smiles on our faces. Once she had regained her composure she looked me up and down before saying how much she got turned on at Nadine seeing my cock and how they felt so much power over us as they starred at our cocks in the showers. She wanted to know if I would have gotten a hard-on in front of them. I explained how I had been scared to overstep the mark and that I was very close to getting a full blown erection. Viv seemed excited about this as well as saying how much she enjoyed seeing John naked and his more reserved approach. What was most clear to us both was that we both wanted for Nadine to see me naked and perhaps a lot more. I couldn't believe my ears when Viv asked me if I would wank off in front of another woman even if they wouldn't do the same for me in return, to which I replied to a definite yes.

By the time we had finished talking about this I was hard again but we didn't have time to have another shag so I left Viv to get showered whilst I slipped into my 'going out' clothes and went downstairs. I got there to see John sat in a comfy chair reading 'Guns & Ammo' with a big smile on his face, the sort of smile which says, 'I just got laid!' We had an awkward silence between us as neither wanted to talk about our exposure to the others partner but I'm sure we both wanted to, I know I did! I went into the kitchen and realised that there was still going to be twenty minutes before Viv was finished fucking about with clothes, perfume, make-up etc. so I decided to sort out a quick drink. There was beer in the fridge and I was relieved to brake the silence by asking John if he wanted a beer.

He said, 'Sure', and put down his macho magazine.

We both took a big swig out of our cans together and simultaneously did that, 'Arghhhhhhh..k' sigh that blokes do after their first big swig of beer for a while. Then we just looked at each other and burst out laughing, a combination of the silence that had just happened and the situation in the showers. John was just about to speak but stopped himself as Nadine came into the room looking fantastic. She was wearing a flowery summer dress that appeared to be a size too small the way it clung to her every curve as well as being very short.

We all collected ourselves and walked in the five minutes into the village the as the sun dipped away behind the hills. There are two pubs, a cycle hire shop, a couple of small shops and a fancy restaurant in the village and we had walked the length of it in under five minutes. The restaurant was a small place with fancy furniture, lots of chrome and glass everywhere, including the table tops. We were sat in the window as the only customers there and given the menus that offered a good selection of seafood, meats, salads and the like. The waitress took our drinks order and we settled down to silence, all of us wanting to get the afternoons nudity in the open but none of us wanting to talk about it. Then Viv broke the silence to tell us that the large house next to ours had a pool to which we had been invited to use the following day. She explained that the couple whom lived there were passing the girls as they arrived back from their bike ride and they said we could use their pool whenever we wanted.

As the evening progressed and it became darker I noticed how Viv couldn't keep her hand off my upper thigh. Once our main dishes had all been served Viv's hand moved into my lap and her fingers started playing with my zipper. I was a little surprised at this as the glass table offered no cover to her doing this. After five minutes of this my zipper was down and she was casually trying to free my cock through the opening on my boxers, she didn't even stop when the waitress returned to check all was fine with our meal. I know that she noticed as it took the woman, who was in her late twenties I'd guess, by surprise. Viv spotted that she was being overly attentive and sped up her effort to get 'me' on display. It took only a few seconds as she deftly had my soft cock resting in my lap and on display through the glass table. The waitress gave Viv a telling smile then looked to Nadine to see if she would follow suit before leaving us to it.

Because of his position opposite me only John was oblivious to what was going on as his over-sized plate obscured any view he may have had. From then on our waitress became more attentive towards us. When it came to remove our plates she deliberately dropped her serving cloth near to me so that she could bend down for a closer look. Viv eased my legs open to give her a better view of my semi-hard cock which was just inches away from her. She then took two plates before returning for the others. The restaurant was a lot busier now and Viv decided she'd put 'me' back away so as not to cause a stir. The evening then went on as if nothing had happened, even though we all got a bit merry nobody brought up the nude shower experience. We settled the bill leaving the waitress a good tip and walked back to the cottage, all of us feeling the days cycling in our legs and saying how knackered we were. Despite feeling horny as hell we were both feeling so tired that we stripped off and went straight to bed. I think I was asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.

I woke about 3 am again desperate for a pee and headed off to the toilet trying to be as quiet as possible. My eyes strained as I came into the lit corridor but I suddenly became aware of my surroundings to see Nadine in the bathroom doorway looking at me just like before. She was wearing the same white silk night shirt that showed her mid-rift and matching shorts which allowed the dark of her nipples and bush to just be visible. I looked up expecting to be caught eyeing her up but I don't think she'd noticed as she was looking right at my crotch. I looked down again to see had woken with a massive erection and it was bobbing up and down for her but unlike before it was completely exposed.

She noticed I had caught her looking but she just smiled and licked her lips before bowing her head down to take a closer look. As she bent down a massive amount of her modest cleavage came into view as well as a small amount of nipple making my erection grow to the fullest, so much so that the foreskin was stretched back and the purple head was exposed to Nadine. I know she knew the effect she had had on me and smiled at me before blowing my cock a kiss and heading off to her room. I watched her tight arse in the silk shorts as she disappeared and then went for my pee (after allowing for my boner to go down, not easy with Nadine's tits in my mind).

I awoke a little hung over and noticed Viv was already up and I could hear voices talking downstairs. I got dressed and went downstairs to see the three of them chatting and eating toast. I too made some marmalade on toast and listened to the conversation. Viv and Nadine were telling us how they planned to go into town and buy some swimsuits so that we could use next doors swimming pool in the afternoon. This was fine as it meant that John and I could do a more challenging ride today and not have to worry about the girls getting tired or having to wait for them to keep up. It wasn't long before John and I were getting the bikes ready having said goodbye to the girls and suggested they not spend too much!

John led the way and we spent four hours cycling some challenging paths to get us right up to the highest point affording us a view out to sea and the Harbour town that was at the foot of the hills. We then saw a pub a short distance away and headed towards it with a cold beer sounding like a good idea. Once settled with a pint of the local brew we took in the view and chatted about nothing in particular for a while. We finished our first pint so I went and got two more but when I returned John was looking a little anxious. I asked him what the problem was and he stuttered and 'ummed and arrred' for a bit before asking me what I felt about the showers we took yesterday and the girls blatant desire to see us naked. Being males it took us a lot of time to get through the bravado and manly joke making but we eventually got to telling each other that we both thought it cool, in fact we both really enjoyed it. At the same time however we both made it clear that we had no interest in each other and that neither of us had any homosexual tendencies.

By now we'd both had four pints and reckoned that it be an idea to get back as being a little pissed would make the journey harder work. It took a little longer than we'd hoped but we made it back to the cottage about 2 O'clock with both of us hungry and in need of re-hydration. Nadine and Viv weren't back yet so we went inside to get a drink before going upstairs to take turns showering and getting ready to go next door for a swim.

John and I were watching TV in the lounge when the girls returned with big smiles and telling us how they had had a very successful trip. They said they were both desperate to get a swim as the days sun made the temperature break 20 degrees so they ran upstairs to get ready. In under five minutes they were back down the stairs in over-sized T-shirts with bright coloured swim-suits just visible underneath. Each of them was carrying a black carrier bag with a Speedo label on it and said that John and I would get our suits when we got there to speed things up and get a swim in as soon as possible. We grabbed our towels and followed Viv to the gate of next doors house and she entered the code to gain us access to the garden that had a six foot wall all around it.

The large pool was magnificent, as were the well maintained gardens around it, with a decked area with permanent gazebo, lounge chairs and BBQ area. We all settled down our stuff by the lounge chairs. The girls handed us our bags with our new costumes in as they peeled off their T-shirts to expose very tiny string bikinis that made John and I grin from ear to ear. The girls then took each other by the hand and ran towards the pool, jumping in together with a Tarzan style yelp. John and I quickly went for our bags to get the swim-suits out but mine was empty so I looked to John expecting him to have them both but he had his bag upside down and was shaking it to display it's emptiness. We gave each other a telling look as we realised what the girls were after and both of us looked at the pool. Viv and Nadine were both looking in our direction, their heads peering over the edge of the pool with expectant grins.

I was well up for Nadine seeing more of my cock so I didn't hesitate to drop my jeans and boxer shorts in one quick movement to reveal my nakedness. I then ran at the pool, my cock and balls swinging free, and jumped over the girls heads and 'bombed' them. As my head broke the surface I too felt a splash as John followed my lead and bombed the pool. We then swam about taking advantage of the cool water with the hot sun burning down above us. The freedom I felt swimming nude was magnificent, the cool water swelling and 'whooshing' around areas that never normally felt such in the pool. The girls were constantly trying to chase us to cop a feel of each others partners. Although I was a far stronger swimmer than Nadine I was deliberately allowing her to catch me at which point she would go to grab my dick and give it a squeeze, then swim off to tell Viv what she'd done. Viv too was doing the same but John was being less accommodating and wasn't allowing her to catch him. This continued for a while before Nadine decided to give Viv a helping hand and helped her to corner John in the shallow end. I watched on as Viv went in for the kill and I saw a look of surprise on Johns face as she grabbed his cock. Triumphant the girls decided they'd had enough and got out of the water. They moved two sun chairs closer to the pool and lay down in such a way that they could watch us.

I did a few laps of the pool then waded into the corner to sit on the submerged steps. John was also doing laps of the pool and seeing the girls watching his arse in the water gave me an idea. I decided to do a few more laps. This time however, I did the back stroke which caused my dick to flop about in full view of the girls. I was sure to speed up as I got further away and slow down when I was closer in giving a better show for the girls. This caused a cheer from them both and the pair encouraging John to swim like me with his prick flopping about. He pretended not to hear as he swam and just continued doing laps of the pool. I was bored though and felt that it was time to get out and catch some sun. I climbed out of the water to the sound of the girls gives me wolf whistles, which I played to as I swaggered up the steps and out of the pool.

I pulled up a chair next to Nadine and sat down. I angled the chair slightly towards Nadine and gradually let my legs fall wide open to give her an unobstructed view of my cock and balls. She saw right through my exhibitionism and openly stared at me as I exposed myself to her.

'You can touch if you like!' Viv said as she saw Nadine looking on.

Nadine started to move towards me but Viv spoke up again. 'Not you Nadine, I was talking to my husband!'

Nadine smiled as she passed me some coconut oil whilst telling me she thought I should oil up. The double meaning meant just one thing to me! I squirted a large splash of oil into my groin area then began to massage it in. Nadine swung her legs around and sat side on to her chair so that her face was only about two feet away from my groin. I worked the oil into my whole groin area as well as pulling back my foreskin to make the head shine for her. I was already swelling to erection as I looked at Nadine in her skimpy swim-suit and imagined what I would like to do to her as I stroked my engorged dick. I reclined slightly to make it easier for me to jerk off without my elbows banging the arms of my chair. In doing this my dick was now just inches from Nadine's face as I gave myself a good wank!

I was so excited that I felt my balls tighten and my body flex as I prepared to come for Nadine. I wanted to make a good show of it so I slowed right down as I neared the point of no return, the oil making a sloshing noise in my hand. Doing this usually made my orgasm stronger and made my spunk shoot further. I briefly looked up to see Nadine transfixed by my show and Viv was standing over her with a big grin on her face. I went over the edge with my hand moving very slowly up and down my cock and I felt a big 'one' as I shot a wad of spunk high into the air, followed shortly after by a stream of come that spewed over my hand. Nadine yelped with joy and swiped her hand over my chest to scoop up the large wad of come that had landed there just moments before. She then showed the contents of her hand to Viv who asked her if she enjoyed the show. Nadine nodded then stood up to look for John.

John was still doing laps when she shouted to him. He ignored her though until he arrived back at the shallow end, standing up to see what she wanted of him. John saw me looking exhausted slumped in my chair with a subsiding erection covered in glistening oil.

'Get yourself up here now 'cos you are going to show Viv and me how you jerk yourself off!'

John was looking shocked, but the last two days events appeared to have made him less worried about the whole thing as he gave a big grin. He waded out of the pool and sauntered over towards us, his dick swinging free and stopped just a step away from Viv. Nadine then turned towards me and lifted her bikini top to reveal her perfectly formed tits. They weren't massive or anything but they looked firm and had smallish dark (and very hard) nipples pointing skywards. She jiggled them for me once then covered herself back up and turned towards John saying that Viv would do the same for him if he obliged! John appeared to asses the situation for a moment and it was obvious that he felt a wank show for a tit flash wasn't fair. He agreed however and asked where they wanted him to 'perform'! I felt that I might put him off sat there so I stood up, my reinvigorated erection bobbing about, and threw myself in the pool to cool off (in more ways than one).

I let myself just float about in the cool water as I heard the girls egging John on to give them a good show. My brain was awash of what I had just done as well as the vision of Nadine's tits still fresh in my mind. I felt my erection throb from the a combination of the 'work' it had just done and the fact that it had been hard ever since. I looked over a couple of times but from where I was all I could see was the back of Johns head and his shoulders as they wobbled. Another few minutes passed before I heard a cheer come up from the girls followed by Nadine chanting, 'Tits out for the lads!' over and over.

I continued just relaxing in the water when I noticed Nadine climbing into the pool. I moved position slightly so that I was now treading water as I saw Nadine swim towards me with a grin on her face.

'I didn't want us to miss out!' was all she said as she swam closer then stopped at the deepest point where she could still stand up. I took this as a sign she wanted me to close the gap between us so I hastily swam over to her and stopped inches from her face.

'I've had an idea,' she said.

'If you want you can see me naked and possibly more but there is a catch!'

I gave her a puzzled look that said she needed to elaborate and she continued, 'One of us has to be wearing a swim suit but the only one we have is this one..... You wear it and I wont be!'

I laughed a little before accepting her terms. She fiddled about under the water and handed me her bikini bottoms followed by an order to put them on. I carefully slid them on hoping my larger frame wouldn't break them but when I came to cover my still hard dick I realised it wasn't going to work so I pulled them up and over letting my cock and balls 'hang' out. Next Nadine gave me her bikini top having let out the straps to their maximum. I felt silly but this would mean Nadine was naked now so put the bikini top on. Not knowing how it worked (I'd only ever had to undo them before) Nadine spun me around and did it up for me.

'Well, well.' She said with a wink and a smile, 'Aren't you the pretty one. Go show Viv what you look like then come back and see me.'

I wasted no time swimming to steps and stood up to see Viv looking in my direction but with John's face buried in her pussy. She smiled at me and gave a little giggle followed by a lustful gasp given her by John's tongue work. I turned and went to swim towards Nadine but she was waiting for me in the corner of the shallow end.

I swam over to Nadine and she pulled me in by my bikini straps. Once in close she rammed her tongue into my mouth and started to fondle my still hard dick. I then went at it and started to stroke her naked body, a finger slowly finding its way to her pussy. She had only a very small tuft of soft hair above her slit that felt nice in the water. I delved a little deeper and she flinched and I found her clit that seemed to sticking out a mile. Nadine pulled her mouth of me just long enough for her to order me to finger her till she came before kissing me hard again. It wasn't a loving kiss but an animalistic rough kiss of mingled tongues. I expertly moved my hand to the same rhythm that she was jerking me off with and quickly realised that this was perfect for her. We roughly wanked each other off as we fought with our tongues and it felt like only moments before Nadine pulled her mouth away to get more air as she screamed to climax.

She spasmed and squirmed on my fingers for ten or fifteen seconds before she came a second time then relaxed. She had stopped her dick stroking while she came and then appeared to realise that this wasn't over yet. She pushed me back to the side until I was sat on the top step of the pool then she leant over and swallowed my dick whole. I looked over at Viv to see she was knelt in front of John (who was sort of wearing Viv's bikini) sucking his dick whilst he leant back slightly and had his eyes closed. I was reminded of Nadine once more as she perfectly blew me off with long strokes that had almost gagging on my dick she took me in so deep. My recent wank meant that I was able to savour this blow job longer and I was proud to have lasted longer than I expected before I felt myself tipping the edge. Nadine must have sensed my closeness as she began to gently squeeze my balls which in turn sent me over the edge. Nadine pulled away and jerked me off in her hand as my come oozed out and dribbled down her had which gave me a good view of her tits. The nipples were super hard from the combination of cold water and sexual excitement, everything was just perfect! I was done and felt totally drained as I watched Nadine stand up to reveal her body to me in its entirety which made my already knackered dick twitch once more. Viv and John were also finished and John was laughably trying to escape from Viv's bikini top but looked to be having trouble. Nadine slowly stepped over me allowing me to see her puffed out pussy lips at close range. It was just the best looking pussy I'd seen in a long time especially as it gaped slightly from her evident arousal. She walked over to her bag and pulled out a camera before coming back to take a picture of me exhausted on the pool steps with my now softening dick poking out the side of her bikini!

Unfortunately the late sun was now falling behind the trees that were just inside the walls and a chill hit the air. We all looked at each other and smiled as we packed up our stuff, none of us speaking, just savouring the moment and the sexual high within us! We got our stuff together, wrapped ourselves in just a towel and went back to the cottage still all in a comfortable silence. We were all just about to go in when Nadine said that John and I must shower outside and get rid of all the chlorine. We didn't bat an eyelid as we obeyed and went over to the showers knowing it would be a naked shower for the ladies viewing pleasure. John stood under the spray and began to wash. I too got under the water and noticed that Nadine was taking pictures of us whilst I heard Viv telling me to take off my bikini. I had forgotten I had it on and fought my way out as Nadine took more pictures of us both.

'Get 'em hard for the camera boys!' Viv stated as Nadine got in closer to take individual pictures of each of us. John and I took our dicks in our hands and worked them to full erection for Nadine to photograph. I would have jerked off for the camera but to be honest I was a little sore! Nadine ran out of space on her camera just then so she went inside.

John and I went inside also but we were all gutted when John listened to his messages off his mobile to hear there was a problem at his shop and that he'd have to leave. He did say that he'd get a train but we all agreed to leave as well as it would mean we'd all have to return soon for a repeat performance!

THE END

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Santa Gets Some CFNM Action!

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Dressed in a tailored red, velvet suit and adorned with a red hat trimmed with white fur and a shiny black belt with bright gold buckle and calf high boots, Freddie looked in the mirror dissatisfied with what he saw. With his broad shoulders, developed chest, muscular arms, and slim waist he looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger than he did Santa Claus. For good measure, he took a pillow from the sofa and stuffed it down the front of his pants.

"There, now I look more like Santa, if only from the neck up," he said with a chuckle. "Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Because this gig as playing Santa Claus was becoming more than a seasonal thing, he kept his beard year round and now that his blonde hair had turned snow white with age; he no longer had to spend the money and take the time to bleach it.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" He practiced his voice and coated his throat with a pinch of lemon and honey and a double dram of rum. The lemon and honey helped lower his voice a pitch and the rum gave his cheeks a healthy, red glow. "Ho! Ho! Ho!"

He had been playing Santa Claus for 20 years, ever since he no longer landed any more roles in the porn movie industry. Although many young, unshaven men imitate Santa at CFNM events, with his naturally white beard and hair, he looked more like Santa Claus, albeit Santa Claus the bodybuilder type. He had made a dozen XXX movies but now the audience who paid to buy the films wanted to watch the younger guys in full color action. He had never wanted to make porn movies, anyway. Besides, with AIDS awareness and the overwhelming abundance of free sexy videos on the Internet, and believe it or not, X-rated video games, porn films were a dying industry.

Back in the '60's, an avid movie fan as a kid, he wanted to be like his heroes Errol Flynn, Cary Grant, and William Holden and then, later, in the '90's Clint Eastwood, Jack Nicholson, and Brad Pitt. A serious actor, he wanted to be a movie star, but for him, it was the wrong place at the wrong time. At 6'2", with blonde curly hair, deep blue eyes, and boyish good looks, he heard the same answer from every casting director and talent agent.

"You look too much like Troy Donahue. We'll keep you in mind the next time we're casting a beach movie. You look too much like Tab Hunter. We'll keep you in mind the next time we're casting for a surfer type." Always, it was the same response, only, they never called him. There were so many others seeking the same few jobs, they had their pick and no one wanted to give an inexperienced and unproven actor experience by being the first to hire him.

As did all the other movie star hopefuls who came to Hollywood looking for fame and fortune in the '70's, he ended up waiting tables in LA, which was where he met Suzie, a fluffer. In between shots, Suzie helped maintain the erections of the male porn stars with her hand and/or her mouth. She was the one who discovered Freddie. It was a chance encounter, the right place at the right time. He was her waiter. He found her so very attractive and she found him so very interesting. It was love at first sight for both. She invited him home where they got better acquainted and when she happily discovered that his cock was larger than many of the actors that were making porn films now, she asked him to audition.

He did and got the job and they have been together ever since. Only, as they do only in fairy tales, they did not live happily ever after. Unfortunately, making porn movies is not a lifetime occupation. It is a fleeting career for those who are young and naïve and who think that they can back door their acting career with a pornography jump start. Usually, those who produce porn movies take advantage of their actors, viewing them as a dime a dozen body doubles. After all, what guy would not want to star in a porn flick when there is the opportunity to get sucked and fucked by gorgeous girls? Forever branded as no talent porn stars and not taken seriously by casting directors and talent agents, few ever make the switch successfully from porn to Hollywood acting careers.

The producers, whom he made films for, paid him a contracted fee and did not offer him retirement, benefits, royalties or even name recognition. He acted under the name of Biff Buff. In between movies, he had to continue working his day job, which had evolved from waiting tables into playing Santa Claus. Eventually and fortunately, he made enough in the few months that he worked in his Santa role to sustain him, his wife, Suzie, and their children for the rest of the year.

One would not think that playing Santa Claus 3 months out of the year would earn him enough money to support his family for the rest of the year, but it did. Although Viagra put Suzie out of work as a fluffer, the erectile dysfunction mediation extended Freddie's career, only not as an actor, but as a performer of sorts. Viagra was the fountain of youth for male strippers.

He played Santa Claus not for children at the malls but for inebriated female office workers at very private and very exclusive corporate parties. What paid him the big, bonus bucks was not only that he willingly allowed the female secretaries and corporate executives to sit on his lap and fondle his cock but also that he stripped for them afterwards. With his outgoing personality, good looks, muscular body, obvious talent as an actor, and quick wit and fun sense of humor, he gave them a good show. He was the main attraction.

The women knew that he was the entertainment but they were, oftentimes, surprised at the extent of the X-rated entertainment. With laws now on the books forbidding sexual harassment, this was corporate America after all, the company sponsored the official family Christmas party with the children in attendance, along with a G-rated and gregarious Santa Claus earlier in the week. The men had their private parties with female strippers and call girls, and the women had Freddie playing naughty, sexy Santa just for them later in the week. Every year he was completely booked well in advance. Maybe, he was not a movie star, but then, again, he was no longer a porn star. Now he was a stage star for a private audience. Reconciled to finishing out his career as a naughty, sexy Santa, he was a star, nonetheless.

For those female employees who were new to the firm, it started out innocently enough. Those in charge of entertainment waited until after everyone had consumed a few drinks and had eaten their meal before introducing Freddie, as Santa and Suzie, as his Elf. Suzie was attentive to and showed those women who were not enamored with Freddie or with any man, a good time. She would sit on their laps and flirtatiously tease them with her still sexually arousing body. Dressed in her body hugging, green velvet skirted outfit that came to her mid thigh and with a low cut top that hugged and highlighted her abundant breasts, she was any man's or woman's fantasy come true. Wearing a bit of stage makeup, she still looked hot and looked, as did Freddie, fifteen years younger than their mid-fifty age. They were an engaging, exciting, and entertaining, albeit swinging couple.

"Oh, look, it's Santa Claus and his little Elf," said Sheila the new receptionist. "They are so cute and their costumes are beautiful."

At the invitation of Santa, all the women delighted at the chance of reliving their childhood where they could sit on Santa's lap and have their photo taken at $10.00 a copy, paid for by the company. Only, naughty, sexy Santa wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the thin material of his red, velvet pants and naughty, sexy Santa had a very large Viagra drugged and fully aroused cock that was waiting to impale itself between the buttock cheeks of each and every unsuspecting corporate, female Santa Claus lap sitter.

"Hello, Santa," said Julie an administration assistant as she sat on his lap. "Oh, Santa!" She turned bright red with embarrassment from the sensation of his hard cock poking at her backside.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Just like eager children, they stood waiting in line to have an audience with Santa. They thought that they could get the better of him with a joke or a one line witticism. One at a time, they could not wait to whisper their naughty suggestive innuendos to this man, a stranger, dressed like Santa. Only, working at this for 20 years, he had heard them all and had prepared comebacks for every remark. More ready for them with his own suggestive agenda and bag of dirty tricks, he wore a microphone that played over the loudspeakers sharing everyone's secret comment and/or Christmas wish with the rest of the audience.

Given a heads up by those in power at the firm, Freddie knew with whom and how much liberties he could take to liven up the entertainment without offending anyone. A light touch on the derrière, a fondle to the side of a breast, or an outrageous act of lifting one's skirt or turning his head to French kiss a woman when she innocently leaned in to kiss his cheek gave his inebriated female audience an excited excuse to party hearty.

Some women pretended innocence, but blushed at the pressure of his cock poking at their ass. Some allowed their hand to brush by his cock and left it there, between their bodies, where no one could see while they felt it with their fingers. Some allowed him to cop a feel of their ass and tits pretending not to notice his roaming hands and fingers. Some took things into their own hands, reached inside his pants, and freely groped his cock. It made it okay for them to do that, so long as they turned and laughed to their friends. Those women were just as naughty as was he.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! And what is your name?"

"Sheila," she said turning her head and laughing to her friends sitting at the table to the right. "I'm one of the receptionists."

Santa firmly kept his white gloved hand in contact with her young, firm, round ass.

"What would you like for Christmas?"

"A new boyfriend," she said with a giggle. "My boyfriend is a cheat and a liar."

"A new boyfriend? Well what about me? I'm sure Mrs. Claus will not mind you sharing our bed," he said slowly going up the front of her skirt and slipping his hand between her supple thighs. It wasn't until he fingered her clit through her panty that she protested.

"Santa!" Sheila stood and stormed away with feigned embarrassment to the laughter of the room.

Sheila was the icebreaker and whoever stood in line now knew that they were part of the entertainment.

"Oh, Santa, you are so bad," said Maureen, a Vice-President, as she reached down behind her and felt what was poking her buns, while he took liberties in feeling her body everywhere. "What do you have there? Is that a piece of the North Pole?"

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

They dimmed the lights and brightened the spotlight that illuminated Freddie sitting in his throne.

"Hi Santa," said a hefty corporate secretary. "I'm Diane. Whoa! Santa either you have a rolling pin in those pants or you are happy to see me." Everyone laughed at her remark.

"I'm always happy to see you again, Diane," he said feeling her big tits with his gloved hand while bouncing and humping her chubby cheeks in his lap. "What would you like for Christmas?"

"A case of fine wine, a white, sandy beach in a tropical paradise, and more of what you have in your pants poking at my ass," she said loud enough for everyone in the room to hear while wiggling her ass and laughing with her friends and co-workers in the audience.

Next in line was Beverly, the matronly, no nonsense, stick in the mud, corporate lawyer that everyone in the room had made sure to get good and drunk before propping her up in line for her private audience with Santa.

"I don't want to go," she said turning to her co-workers. "I remember what happened last year and I don't want to be the butt of everyone's joke, this year."

"Oh, c'mon, Beverly, don't be such a prude." They pushed her forward. "Lighten up and have some fun."

She stumbled up to Santa. Her blouse was already out of her skirt from having to make a quick dash to the bathroom and being rushed out by her fellow co-workers in the legal department.

She stood in front of Santa swaying as he took her hand and pulled her to his lap.

"Don't try any funny business with me again this year, Buster, or I'll sue your ass," she said pointing her finger in his face. Everyone in the room was rolling on the floor with laughter. He took her face in his hands and planted a big, wet one on her lips. She slapped his face but not hard and stood up as everyone roared with laughter.

"Please, Beverly, call me Santa," he said pulling her back down on his lap by her hand, "and make yourself comfortable on my lap."

"Santa my ass. Pervert is more like it," again the crowd of women laughed at the comedic routine of these two.

"Now, Beverly, there's no need to call names. I'm always nice to you."

"No you're not. You always do something to embarrass me," she said talking with her hands. "Every year, after the party, I have to listen to these fools snickering and laughing at me behind my back and later having to hear about the things that I said or did, but don't remember," she said turning and directing her comments to the room. "And then there are all of those photos of me naked floating around the office." Again, more laughter overshadowed her protests.

Santa stealthily unzipped her skirt with one hand while unbuttoning her blouse with the other. Every year, it's the same thing. She is so drunk by the time she comes up to see him that she has no idea that he is undressing her as they talk.

"What would you like for Christmas, Beverly?" He said redirecting the focus of her attention and, while reaching behind and beneath her blouse with the skilled dexterity of a worldly man, he unhooked her bra without her noticing.

"What do I want for Christmas? What do I want for Christmas?" She looked at him pondering the question as if he had the power to really give her what she wanted. "I want respect. Yeah, that's what I want. I want respect," she said slurring her words and turning to direct her comments to her co-workers. "That's what I want," she said wagging her finger at everyone and at no one in particular. "I want respect, damn it."

Meanwhile, Freddie had flayed open her blouse and lifted the front of her bra freeing her breasts and exposing her sagging tits for all to see again, this year, as he did last year and the year before. It wasn't until he started caressing her breasts, fingering her nipples, and taking them to his mouth and sucking them that she looked down and watched him before she noticed that her tits were on public display, yet again, to everyone.

"Goddamn it! Every year, you do this to me," she said stumbling up from his lap and pulling away from his grasp while clutching at her open blouse with one hand and trying to harness her tits back in her bra with the other. Women were laughing so hard that they were crying and couldn't breathe.

And as soon as she stood, her skirt fell, as it did last year and the year before, and in one quick movement, he pulled her panties down around her ankles. There she stood totally exposed.

"Beverly," said Freddie, "you shaved your beaver!" The crowd roared and women were laughing so hard that they had to run to the restroom to pee.

"Well, after last year when everyone called me bushy Beverly, I decided that just in case I found myself naked again, I'd be ready," she said laughing with all those laughing at her. A dozen cameras flashed to record the sight of Beverly standing there bottomless while trying to pull up her panties and skirt.

Year after year, she was one of the reasons why the management behind the organization of this party paid him his exorbitant fee of $3,500 for two hours of entertainment and gave him double that if they wanted him to stay longer to strip, as they always did. No one could get the crowd as excited as he could. Their company was a pressure cooker and this party was their well deserved release that everyone talked about and looked forward to having again each year.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! You had better pull up your panties before you catch a chill. Ho! Ho! Ho!"

The real party did not start until midnight when Santa gathered up his big bag, threw it over his shoulder, waved good-bye to the crowed, and pretended that he was leaving.

"Santa, can you give us a dance before you leave?" That was the code sentence that the party was a success and that management wanted him to stay and continue with his stripping act.

With a change in lyrics, the pre-recorded music to Jingle Bells renamed as Big, Blue Balls started and the strip show began. Those women who were in attendance the previous years knew the lyrics and sang along with the music.

Flashing as I go
Here's to hoping I get laid
Wanting to get blown
Hope I cum today
Blue balls are tingling
Horny is my plight
What fun it is to laugh and sing
This laying song tonight

Oh, big blue balls, big blue balls
Blue balls not okay
Oh, I hope to feel some pride
In my getting laid today
Big Blue balls, big blue balls
Blue balls not okay
Oh, I hope to feel some pride
In my getting laid today

Santa made sure that he made the rounds to every table while taking his time in removing his clothes. He always paid special attention to those tables where the women wanted more than just to watch him get naked. Many women slipped money in his Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer G-string. Other women wanted to dance with him while they touched him everywhere.

In direct relationship to the alcohol consumed, it is surprising how quickly women's clothes were removed with their inhibitions. All of the women crowded around and converged upon Santa eager to take his cock in their hand or mouth and Santa was a willing participant. Suzie played the instigator getting women to remove their tops or to lie on the floor while Santa did some deep pushups over their bodies and teased them with his erect cock.

"Does anyone want to get naughty with Santa? Who wants their picture taken with Santa and his big pole?"

With encouragement from their co-workers there were always willing women who wanted to get naughty with Santa. It is amazing how these professional, well respected women were willing to forsake their reputation and get down and dirty with Santa. Once he brought out his red velvet towel and wrapped it around his naked waist, only opening it in front of bashful women, they suddenly felt comfortable to fall to her knees and to take him in their mouths.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

Always, there were a few women who preferred groping Suzie than Freddie and that was all part of the show, too. Those women who were lesbians danced with Suzie while groping her bodacious body and Suzie returned the favor, even French kissing a few.

It was another successful Christmas party with naughty, sexy Santa.

"Good night and Merry Christmas to All," he wished as he headed out the door to the sound of sleigh bells.

THE END

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Part Four: Masturbation with a Twist

Watching my brother masturbate the first time was unforgettable, watching him the second time was priceless, waiting to watch him a third time was simply unbearable. I needed to catch him so very bad, I felt more impatient than a kid before Christmas. Instead of the sight of Gary masturbating becoming more blasé with each viewing, it was becoming more and more urgent for me to see him. I was finding that spying on him was becoming an obsession of mine, even an addiction whereby I badly needed a fix. As I lay in bed at night I could envision him standing upright, completely naked, firmly grasping that shapely erection in his fist, pumping with great fervor, knees buckling, body shaking, groans and moans emanating from him until I watched his sperm flying through the air. I so needed to see him doing it one more time, just one more time. In two weeks time, it happened again.

This third time started off innocently enough, I swear I did not set this one up at all. We found ourselves home alone for the day again, and working in my room I went to ask him a computer question. Focused on my question, I opened his door without knocking and boy were we both surprised. He was in the middle of changing his clothes, facing the door. I came in at the perfect time, his underwear was all he had to take off and as I opened the door it was slipping down to his ankles. There in front of me, facing the door, stood Gary completely naked. Unlike the previous two times I had spied on him, this was the first time we both were aware of each other's presence, and that changed the whole atmosphere dramatically for me.

The reaction on his face at having been seen like this was priceless, there was a bit of surprise, but also excitement. Though as you might imagine, I didn't look him in the eye for but a second, my eyes quickly descended to get a good view of his wonderful flaccid penis right there before me. Oddly, he didn't try to cover himself or turn away to hide his genitals from my obvious gaze. Instead he stood motionless, and it afforded me a very good view of his penis. I suppose it was much more of a gaze at his naked crotch than I had intended to give. Finally able to tear my eyes away, as I turned to leave, I told him I was sorry. He quickly and playfully replied, "No you're not."

That response caught me off guard, making me laugh and look back at him with the question, "What do you mean I'm not sorry."

"By the way you were staring at my crotch, you didn't look the least bit sorry to me."

He had me there, and I admitted as much with a smile, "You might be right about that one."

And like that the talking stopped, the world stopped, time stopped. Him standing naked before me, underpants down at his ankles, me at his bedroom door looking back at him. When I say looking at him, I mean intending to look him in the face. My eyes however found their way back down to his soft penis and balls, and for the next few moments neither of us stirred. I was getting a very good view of his package, and I found it equally amazing that he was standing there letting me.

And just like that it happened. It twitched. I saw it, it twitched. And with one twitch it became larger. The world continued to stand still, my eyes fixed on Gary's dick, him standing motionless before me, obviously enjoying the attention of his sister's eager eyes. It twitched again, and all by itself, without any help from his fingers, it began to grow on its own. And he let me watch it happen. He let me watch, what a show off! I stared intently at this growing snake with no regard for Gary himself: his growing penis was all there was in the room. The first time in the shower I had seen it grow, but the view was obstructed by the shower glass. The second time I watched him, I had missed him grow erect when I had to answer the phone. This was the first time I got to watch it grow erect up close and with an unobstructed view. This wasn't even a reflection in the mirror, this was the real thing I was looking at.

I really can't say how long this lasted, how long does it take a guy to fully erect under such conditions? But here I was standing there watching him growing erect, but soon it was at its full state, pointing boldly skyward, the wonderful helmet and hole looking up at me. He proudly stood there naked before me, clearly enjoying showing off his manhood to a female, now in its new stage of erection. I was shocked with how freely and willingly he let me watch it like this, with no hint of embarrassment or trying to cover up. I would never let him look between my legs even for a second! Guys are so different than girls. I finally looked up at him, and found him intently staring at the expression on my face as I looked at his hard on. Realizing the situation, I could merely raise my eyebrows and say, "Wow."

Throughout this minute, the impulse to run away had struggled fiercely with the impulse to stay and watch him grow erect, and only after his member had engorged to full size and I had a considerable look at it in this state did the impulse to run win out. One final lingering look down at his wonderful shape and I was headed directly downstairs to take a deep breath and collect my thoughts. It had been a very astounding and erotic moment, and I'm not sure if I even breathed that entire time. What a sight that was, him standing in front of me naked, letting me see him grow erect. All his manliness on display for me. What a flush that had come over my face, especially when I realized how he was looking at my reaction the whole time. I betrayed too much of my womanly lust of his penis to him.

I sat down in the kitchen for nearly ten minutes trying to regain my composure until the sound of running water upstairs made me realize the fun wasn't over: He had gone into the bathroom to masturbate! I have no idea if he was originally intending to go into the shower anyway or if he was just changing clothes, and being seen naked by me made him have to jack off. Then again it really didn't matter. I had just confronted him face to face while he stood there naked, watched as he grew erect, and in a matter of minutes I would be watching him playing with himself for a third time. I couldn't help but wonder if this third time he would be any more aroused in his play knowing I had just seen him like that. As I slowly unlocked and opened the bathroom door, my hopes were met: He had decided once again to masturbate outside the shower in front of the sink, where I had a perfect view of his naked body.

He was standing looking at his manliness in the mirror, it was as stiff and hard as I had yet seen it. He was obviously at a very advanced stage of arousal, due no doubt to my watching him grow a few minutes earlier. The amount of precum on his penis was amazing; not just a small drop hanging half out of his pee hole, but a long wet stream ran halfway down the penis. There he stood admiring the way it worked its way down his shaft. Gary obviously was very interested with the image of how he looked when he was erect, several times now I had seen him looking at it this way for long stretches. Precum continued to ooze from his dick, and I don't know if him or I were looking at this scene more intently.

As he stood there like this, I began to wonder what his next move would be. Would he take a pee? Could he even pee with an erection like that? Would he do his little genital exam fetish on himself again? And oh, was he going to stick that toothbrush up his butt again? Or was he so ridiculously horny at this point, with all this precum oozing out, that he just had to take it in his hand and get to masturbating? While I was a bit sad that he didn't pee, and didn't give himself a doctor's exam, and completely ignored his toothbrush, I did not go away disappointed.

Lotion put on hand, hand was quickly put on dick and he began to stroke it with great speed. God was he ever turned on! The mere fact that I had seen him naked like that in his bedroom was enough for him to skip his normal foreplay games and go straight into his furious stroking. The squishing sound of his hand going up and down his shaft was ridiculously loud, and it was instantly joined by loud gasps and moans from him. Within a minute he had an absolutely furious orgasm, more intense than his other two I had witnessed. He had great trouble standing during it, and made the most incredible and painful grunts. Delightful! Sperm flew high into the air, far higher and in much greater quantity than the last time I watched, and was sprayed all over the counter top. The first stream of semen made it all the way to the mirror and dripped down. That was impressive to see.

As he stood there like that for a moment, supporting himself with his arms, I admired his white man spray all over the sink, and could not but feel flattered that I was solely responsible for his incredible response there in the bathroom. Standing naked in front of his sister for just one minute had caused him to get so ridiculously horny that he had a quick and furious orgasm. Whatever embarrassment I may have felt as I stood in his bedroom doorway face to face watching him naked was quickly replaced by a feeling of ultimate satisfaction. He was so incredibly turned on by me seeing him naked, and that made me feel really special, I have to say. For a moment I felt a special bond with him, and wanted to open the door, give his naked body a big hug, and let him know I enjoyed this just as much as he did.

All those bubbly feelings I had for him in that brief instant quickly vanished with what I saw him do next. He reached for and picked up an object on the sink that I had hitherto missed, being so focused on the precum dripping down his dick. Just like that my heart wound up in my throat, and the biggest feeling of embarrassment I ever experienced came over me. I surely thought I would die from embarrassment right there, I turned an even deeper shade of red then I had at my first gyno exam. In his hand he held a long round silver object, tapered at the end. He had my vibrator in his hand! My own private, secret toy. The one nobody else in the whole world even knew about. What the fuck!

I was frozen in place as I realized this, filled with outrage and disbelief and ultimate disgrace. The emotions were flying around and bouncing off the inside of my head, for a moment I didn't know what to think or how to feel, I was too in shock at the sight before me. My face continued to turn thousands of shades of red, I'm certain of it. That lousy bastard was rummaging through my things. He had been in my panty drawer, and found my vibrator in the back. And now he had it in his hand in the bathroom. Why on earth did he bring it into the bathroom with him, and why was he holding it only after he had shot his load?

If it wasn't for the curious nature of this last question, I would have burst through the door and slugged him one, the dirty little prick. But for some reason my curiosity made me pause for a second as I began to wonder what he had in mind that he should pick up the vibrator only after he had cum. He held it up to get a good look at it, turning it about and checking out every last bit of it. He was enjoying the view of that most intimate of my toys that had rubbed all my most private areas, and I knew those very thoughts must be going through his head. If he didn't know I masturbated before, now he had irrefutable proof. And his gaze upon the toy showed his brain envisioning exactly how it was used on me down there. How humiliating. It's one thing to spy on a guy when he's masturbating, but it's a whole other world when things are reversed and he has my own toy in his hand.

I suppose a description of my vibrator is in order, for the sexually curious out there, it was your typical old fashion silver vibe, smooth and straight in nature, not shaped at all like a penis. Not a bullet vibe by any means, it was a full sized one, even a little on the big end. I had bought it because it was a particularly wide one. I enjoy the idea of being stretched when I insert it, but then I've just admitted more than I wanted to. It was just your typical old fashion straight up vibe, and it had served me well through many hours of solo play. My only saving grace at the moment is that Gary had no idea just how frequently I used it.

But again, what was he doing picking up my vibe only after he had jerked off? I would have thought it would have become part of his sex play while he masturbated. And then the idea dawned on me. Was he horny enough to actually masturbate two consecutive times? A quick look down to his dick showed it still half hard, softened yes, but still sticking mostly straight ahead at three quarters size, some cum still hanging off the end. It was in limbo whether to go to sleep or get turned on by what its master had found. It didn't take long before I had my answer, as he continued to observe my vibrator closely, even pushing it through his fingers like it was being inserted (into my vagina no doubt!). His little man began once again to stand at attention at the idea of the vibrator being penetrated into certain orifices of mine.

It was a very embarrassing situation still, but I couldn't help but imagine the erotic imagery that must be going through his mind while doing this. It became obvious that by pushing the vibe through the round hole he made with his fingers, he was imagining it going in and out of my own vagina, because shortly after this his hand went down to his pubic bone, and he mimicked with his middle finger the circular motion of a girl rubbing on her clit. It was interesting watching a guy do that, pretending how a girl did it. But he was envisioning it was how I masturbated, and again I was very embarrassed. In fairness, I guess he had every right to be curious, I had been curious enough to actually spy on him doing it.

His penis was now somehow fully engorged again and pointing skyward, mere minutes after it had exploded with cum. Even as his sperm lay there still warm on the sink, he was obviously ready to play with himself a second time. I was getting a bonus showing this time around, and with some added flavor, he'd somehow be playing around with my vibrator while he did it. But how would he use it on himself? He surely couldn't have just brought it into the bathroom to look at it. With a twist of his hand, suddenly my vibe came to life, and I heard its slight and secretive vibrations. At once I felt the most unusual feeling of jealousy. It was my own private toy, and it was the first time it had ever serviced another person's fancy. The mere purring sound it made, so familiar to me in my own play, made my loins moisten rapidly.

He put it down for a moment, and reached into the shower to turn off the water that had been running. At first I was afraid this was the end of his jacking session, but he picked up the vibe once again and turned it back on. Without the sound of the running water interfering, the sound of its vibrations was so much louder and erotic. Still I felt my toy was cheating on me, and at the same time was enjoying that fact. Vibrating toy in hand, incredibly erect dick, with some left over cum still dribbling out his dick, it was an obvious union, and soon my little toy was put against the underside of his penis.

The look on his face at the contact was priceless. I really had no idea how guys might masturbate using a vibrator, but there he stood with it firmly pressed against the underside of his dick, standing almost motionless for the next two minutes, occasional noises coming from him. With the water now off, I could hear every little sound and exaggerated breath, he was but four feet from me. The proximity was exquisite. I was quite relishing the sight of him masturbating like this, and found it fascinating that a guy could use a vibrator too. His eyes were now closed and his hips slowly began to move as the feeling of the vibrations turned him on more. He was whimpering now, almost uncontrollably. A mixture of left over cum from his orgasm, and precum from the current vibrations slowly oozed out of his hole, which was a sight to see.

It took me a minute to realize my fingers were now very busily masturbating myself outside the door. Without the water running, and consequently hearing every breath of his, I had to try and be as deathly quite during my own masturbation so I did not give myself away. But rub away I did with very little self control, as my brother stood there masturbating for the second time in five minutes, with my own vibrator against his dick.

He held my vibrator now against the tip of his dick, I guess he liked the way the vibrations felt that way, and it almost seemed like it was too sensitive for him to take for long, but I looked on at the amazingly dirty sight as my brother's cum and precum were smeared onto my vibrator in this fashion. This was the first time my vibe had ever tasted man fluid before. And with that nasty thought my first orgasm came. So close to him, I don't know how he couldn't have heard me. I tried to be as very quiet as I could, but while one can suppress a moan or grunt, an orgasmic breath cannot be held back. I have to imagine he heard me and knew I was on the other side of the door watching him play with my vibrator. If he did realize it, he didn't let on, he kept my toy firmly against the end of his penis and continued to moan, even whispering, "Oh God." a few times.

I suppose the feeling was too intense, because he soon took it away and put it on his balls. I've had a boyfriend tell me that rubbing the tip of his penis against his hand creates an overly sensitive feeling in his butt of all things, and even makes him pee. If Gary is built the same way, he didn't pee, but then with how hard he was, and how much precum must have been blocking the urethra, I don't think it was possible for him to do that at the current time. For the next two minutes he held my vibrator against his balls, and slowly stroked his dick. It looked quite interesting watching him masturbate with his hand with the added feeling the vibe was giving to his balls. A look up at his face showed he was enjoying this way a little more then just standard stroking with the hand alone.

I suppose I should have been anticipating or expecting the next phase, but it quite took me by surprise. He took the vibrator behind his back, and began to point it to that forbidden hole on his backside. Was he going to insert that thing into his butt? Yes, he was. I have mentioned how my vibe is a particularly wide one, so the idea of him fitting it up that tight hole back there was shocking. I almost believed he wouldn't be able to do it.

He grunted a little deeper in nature when he first tried to push it inside him, it was a much different sound than I had heard him make previously. Maybe he wasn't used to being stretched like that, especially that first moment of penetration. The look on his face was one of considerable and obvious discomfort, and even embarrassment. Yes, come to think of it, standing there all by himself his face was growing flush with embarrassment at what he was doing to himself. A clear mixture of embarrassment and even a little pain as he stretched his opening slowly to accept my vibrator in his ass. May I say virgin ass? Because that was the impression I was getting. Not virgin to a toothbrush of course, but surely virgin to something this wide.

Eventually I could tell when the tapered part was finally fully inserted, and his butt was stretched to the maximum, he stood there for a minute a bit wide eyed, taking in how it felt to be stretched back there like that. He continued to grunt in this almost unpleasant fashion as he pushed my vibe ever so slowly into him. He didn't want to just put it in a little, he was working at putting this thing in all the way! Oh god, the image of my vibrator so very deep in his ass. The same vibrating object that had massaged my clitoris to countless orgasms, and spent countless hours inside my own vagina was now stuffed up his butt. I would call this anal play of his disgusting, except in fairness this wonderful object had spent considerable time up my own butt as well. That unique look on his face during the insertion was very similar to the one on my own when I did that same thing in my bed. How's that for a mental picture!

After a while of watching him put my vibrator in his ass, my disgust at him taking my toy slowly faded, and was replaced by a growing lust to see what he was doing with it. Like his toothbrush two weeks ago, he slowly moved it in and out several times to enjoy the sensation. Then he put it deep inside him again and held it there. Suddenly he gave a high pitched grunt, sharp in nature, almost surprised. It was followed by another one, these were new and urgent sounds of pleasure he was making, it was completely new to me. As he did this the look on his face went from discomfort at being stretched to surprise at what the vibrator was contacting. Then I suddenly remembered about his prostate. He was pushing my vibrator up against his prostate! Oh the incredible look on his face as it vibrated itself against that hidden organ. I only wish I knew what that felt like, his expression was simply amazing.

Never having penetrated a guy's butt in anyway myself, or discussed prostate play with them, I really had no idea how it felt to be touched or pressed, and certainly had no idea what it must be like to have a vibrator doing its magical thing against that gland. I had to see just what that was like for him. Later that night, this very same vibrator found its way deep inside my own butt, as I imagined it rubbing against my imaginary prostate, thought I could only guess at what that felt like.

What a view there was before me, my vibrator shoved up my naked brother's ass, as he pushed it against his prostate. He was no longer just holding it there for the sensations, I could see he was pressing it against it, back and forth, and looking at the tip of his penis I realized why. I had heard the term "milking the prostate" but never knew quite what it meant. Now I understood, I stood there jaw agape as this white milky fluid was pushed up into his penis and drop by drop came out the tip of his dick and began dribbling down the underside of it. Gary was watching this in the mirror just like me, I imagine he was just as curious at seeing it leak out like this.

Still his urgent grunts continued, it was obvious it was an extremely sharp pleasure to be pressed on like that, perhaps a bit too sensitive, but we both watched in amazement as this prostate fluid continued to slowly ooze out his hole. My heart was beating a mile a minute at the scene before me, and with my fingers once again incredibly busy between my legs, I couldn't help it as my second orgasm came over me. Again I tried to be as quiet as I could but I was certain Gary must have heard it. In his current state of pleasure he obviously wouldn't have cared if one of our parents walked in on him at that moment, he was past the point of no return.

But still, I'm sure he heard my slight gasps as I orgasmed, because immediately afterwards, like a jolt going through his own body, he could take no more. His other hand once again found his cock, and while my vibrator was deep up his ass, he began to masturbate furiously, and I do mean furiously. As heavily as he had gone at it earlier, his hand was an absolute blur. He was moaning and whining and grunting, making all manner of absolutely desperate and wonderful noises to this female's ears. For the next thirty seconds he was in this furious state of absolute delight until at last he was delivered by his second orgasm in half an hour.

With my vibrator up his butt and his hand going like mad, when orgasm hit he could hardly stand up during it, and the loudness of his orgasm was so dramatic, had I been out back on the patio I still would have heard him. One enormously long spurt of semen flew from him, very generous in amount, and it was followed by a copious oozing of his ejaculate out of his hole. The rest really didn't fly by flowed rapidly out. This orgasm lasted considerably longer than the previous one, and the fluid continued to come out much longer. I'd have thought he'd have used most of his stuff up the first time, but this one was clearly the better feeling of the two for him, and lasted much longer. I wonder if my vibrator can take credit for this, as it probed his ass and massaged his prostate while he came. I still get goose bumps thinking about this.

He was physically spent after this second orgasm, it was obvious by his posture as it was hard for him to stand. He had even reached back to turn off the vibrator, though he didn't have the energy to take it out. He just stood there, barely stood there, hunched over the counter trying to keep his balance and enjoy the fading glow. There on the counter top I enjoyed the view of his new semen mixed with the streams from his first orgasm. That my brother had masturbated twice in rapid succession, and done so while using my vibrator which he stole, I couldn't take anymore of this peeking. As I retired from my hiding spot, I didn't even bother to close the door this time, much less lock it. He had obviously heard me having orgasms right outside the door, so my game was clearly up.

He knew I was spying on him do all these nasty things to himself, and it hit me like a wave that even though he had heard me orgasming on the other side of the door, it only made him all the more hornier being watched like that. I decided against going into my bedroom to masturbate like past times, I knew he had to return my toy, so instead I went into the downstairs bathroom and fingered myself to a quick third orgasm. Of all the orgasms he may or may not have heard over the last few weeks from my watching him, this was the first one where I made sure I made plenty of noise. In a rare moment, I wanted him to hear me masturbating, it just seemed such an erotic thing. I guess I wanted him to know how turned on I was at the sight of what he had been doing to himself with my vibrator, that I had to go orgasm a third time in the downstairs bathroom really loud. I guess there's a little exhibitionist in us all, even us shy ones.

Like a perfect gentlemen (if a brother that goes into your panty draw to steal your vibrator and ram it up his ass while he knows your watching him qualifies as a gentleman), Gary cleaned up my vibrator very well, went into my bedroom and returned it to its rightful place under my panties with everything remaining in perfect order as if he hadn't even been there. Of the three times I had spied on him, this was clearly the most amazing of the three. They say the first time is always the one most remembered, but this day lives with me and I think about it nearly every time I use my vibe. When I use it, I think: This wide little thing was shoved up Gary's butt. He used it to rub his prostate. And like that it disappears into my pussy for a wild orgasm.

Three orgasms from watching him play with my vibrator, that night I did it in my bed two more times, one with that very same vibrator inside my vagina, and a second time deep in my ass, pretending I was pressing on my prostate. While I was normally silent in my bed when I came, I'm absolutely certain he heard both my orgasms that night. I'm sure he knew I was using the vibrator, so I wonder what was going through his mind, imagining that toy that was up his butt hours earlier, now in my own hands, wondering if it was being put up any of my own holes. Could he even imagine that I was sticking it up my own butt? Clitoris quite raw, vagina and ass well stretched and used up, let me assure you this horny girl slipped into a very pleasant sleep.

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Girls Watching Guys Gary's Side of the Coin

And just like that, she walked in without knocking, at the most perfect moment, just as my underpants were sliding down to my ankles leaving me stark naked. Instantly seizing upon the moment, I dared not move or hide or cover up, letting her see what she might see. What a fabulous moment knowing we were face to face like that as she looked me over! Those two times doing all those things in the bathroom, I pretended like I didn't know she was there, and we never made eye contact. Now I was naked seeing her standing there before me looking curiously at my crotch, and I felt like an anatomy lesson she was eyeing hungrily.

Actually getting to see her looking down at my crotch with interest was electric. The uncontrollable way in which she stared, I thought a female would be able to show greater restraint. Her very focused expression while watching me grow to attention was equally amazing to watch. She was riveted by the sight of the male member growing to size and pointing upward, she stared at it growing like a person who had never seen a dick do that before. It was quite an experience to realize that her merely looking at my naked genitals was what caused me to grow erect that quickly, without the slightest bit of physical contact. Her inquisitive and lustful eyes alone had done that.

When she got her eyeful at what she had created and finally walked away, with the erection I had it was quite obvious to both of us that I was going to go show off for her in the bathroom once again. But you must be wondering, why did I do the vibrator thing? Why did I do it so she could see me using her secret toy? For one thing, she wasn't going to tell our parents I was going through her panty drawer, because I could just as well tell them she had been spying on me in the bathroom. Feeling confident on that front, it left me with the opportunity to let her see me playing with her most personal possession. I wanted to know what kind of effect it would have on her seeing her little secret in my hand, and being used for my own pleasure. To let her know I knew she masturbated.

How did I come across her vibrator in the first place? Lets be honest for a moment folks, young men are ridiculously horny and extremely curious about anything female in nature, not the least of which is her bra, panties, and any other hidden secrets she might have lying around. What horny young man hasn't rifled through his sister's room, shuffling through her underwear drawer and found all her secret things? Let he who has not done this cast the first stone. That's what I thought, I don't see any stones flying. Bottom line for all you girls with brothers, trust me, your brother has definitely gone through all your panties and bras, and if you have a vibrator or dildo hidden somewhere in your room, you can be absolutely certain that your pesky brother knows about it, has seen it, has turned it on, and even used it on himself a few times. What's this, are you blushing?

I had originally intended to let her see me using her toy on my dick and balls, but because of her standing at my doorway watching with great interest as I grew erect, I was so overcome with horniness that the second she opened the bathroom door I at once set to masturbating with my hands. One very quick and powerful orgasm ensued, which I hope she enjoyed, I was even a bit surprised at how quickly it happened. When I regained my senses, I realized her vibrator was still there on the sink beside me, unused. Lest she think I was done with my solo play and leave, I quickly picked it up so she could realize with horror that I knew about her dirty little secret. Holding it my hands, I let her know beyond any doubt that I was fully aware that she masturbated too, and that she used a large silver vibrator to do it with.

I can only imagine waves of shock and embarrassment that came over her when I presented her with the evidence. It may sound like a cruel trick by a brother, but considering that she had spied on me jerking off, this was well within the established rules she had written over the past month. I was merely returning the favor so to speak. I could only wonder at the time if through all the embarrassment of seeing me holding her secret toy, if she was just a little bit tingly down there at the fact that I knew she masturbated. I wondered if she was curious at what must be going through my mind as I looked at her toy. Did she wonder at the mental picture I might have of what it must look like when she put it on her clit, or stuffed it in her hole, or how she looked when it gave her an orgasm?

How long did I know she had a vibrator? Oh, I would say about a year. And did I take it out of her drawer a lot to look at it? Really silly question. The only limiting factor was that I could only use it when I was home alone, I couldn't risk anyone in the house catching me going into her panty drawer, there would be no way to explain away that one! Just turning it on and hearing that buzzing noise, and knowing it did that solely to stimulate her clitoris made for great masturbation material. I would sometimes put it on my dick, usually when it was still soft, and have her toy give me an erection. I would also jerk off with my hand while having it touch my balls, that feels quite erotic.

Had I ever put it up my butt before? I blush as I answer that this was the first time. Aside from thin pens and my toothbrush (you do remember that one?), I had never put anything big up there before. Why I did it, I don't really know. I think I was out to shock her as much as anything, and once I reached back there and put it against my butt hole, there was no turning back. Having never had anything that wide up there, it was quite an uncomfortable few moments let me tell you! If she hadn't been watching I probably would have stopped at the beginning. But I figured she'd probably be interested at the expression on my face as I was being stretched like that. And, of course, it was fun to do because it was something new. The fact that it was vibrating as I inserted it also was a new sensation that I wanted more of.

Doing this with something that size is the perfect combination of discomfort and pleasure, though I found myself taking deep breaths to offset that uncomfortable feeling. As it vibrated I ever so slowly worked it in more and more until it was in me a good way. Oh the feeling of it vibrating away like that was incredible. Knowing she was watching me do that only doubled the pleasure of the moment. What must be going through her mind? And of course when I put it in deeply enough, I found my magical spot, the prostate. I had rubbed on it a few times before, but never with something this big, and certainly with nothing that was vibrating. What an absolutely intense feeling that brought, it was almost too much sensation. Between that and the feeling of being full back there, I couldn't help but let out some uncontrollable grunts.

Stacey having seen me do everything else to myself over the last few weeks, from peeing, to genital exam, to growing hard, stroking, stuffing things up my butt and watching me shoot, there was only one thing she hadn't yet seen, and that was fluid leaking out the tip of my penis as I pressed the vibrator down on my prostate. Getting a firm grip of the vibe, I pushed it rather stiffly against my gland, despite the too intense feeling that created, and watched the tip of my penis just like she must have been doing, as the prostate fluid slowly oozed out, without any stroking of my dick.

I very simply could not take anymore of these incredible sensations. True I had just orgasmed, but between her standing at my door staring at me growing erect, and her watching me stuff her own vibrator up my butt, I needed to get off again. So while her vibe did its thing to me back there, I stroked away with my free hand furiously, making sure to keep the vibe pressed against my prostate as I came. Let me tell you, there is no more intense orgasm for a guy than that. I really don't know how I managed to stay on my feet as it hit me.

Collecting myself and pulling out the vibrator, I admired my dual load of semen on the counter, and once again decided to leave it there for her to see. At this point I heard her rushing down the stairs, and glancing at the door, I realized she hadn't only forgot to lock it, but didn't even bother closing the door. Hearing her enter the bathroom right downstairs from me, I realized what she was up to, and bent an ear to hear her getting herself off. She was not the least bit quiet about it, I don't know if it was by intention or she was so horny from watching me do that with her vibrator that she couldn't help herself, but what a wonderful series of sounds she made as she approached and reached orgasm.

I cleaned up her vibe real well, cleaned myself up as well, and leaving my ejaculate on the counter for her, snuck back into her bedroom and carefully put her vibe away. As it turned out, I wound up totally forgetting that I left my cum all over the counter for her. I had intended to clean it up before our parents got home, but much later that evening lying in bed I realized with horror that I forgot about it. Going straight to the bathroom I saw with horror that the counter top was completely cleaned off. I still to this day do not know how many saw it, or who actually cleaned it up, but nobody ever said anything. I just know it wasn't me.

That night in bed, Stacey masturbated again, but this time unusually loud. I heard her have two orgasms, and they both sounded quite differently. I'm absolutely certain she was using her vibe, having seen me using it earlier in the day, and I wonder by the difference in sounds she made if she was filling her hole with it the second time. It was an infinitely erotic thought to know she had seen me masturbate with her vibe against my prostate, and then had stuck it inside her own hole that very night as well. To this day I still masturbate thinking about that afternoon, as she watched me whip out her secret toy and use it on myself. I tend to think she probably remembers the scene fondly as well.

THE END...?

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Girls Watching Guys Ch. 03

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After my memorable experience of masturbating in the shower while my sister Stacey watched, as you may imagine I was incredibly excited and horny over what had happened. That same night I masturbated a second time in bed, and I'm sure Stacey could hear it in the next room. I made sure to get good and lubed up so she could hear the stroking through the wall, and was also a bit more vocal as I approached orgasm.

That night at dinner she could not look me in the eyes, and the following day much the same happened. She did her best to avoid me entirely, walking around with a sheepish look on her face, the way a small child might act when trying to keep a big secret from someone they shouldn't tell it to. That second night I heard her laughing on the phone in her bedroom with her friend, hysterically at times, at times loud enough that I could pick up enough words to realize she was telling her about what she saw me do in the shower. One particularly loud outburst from her was in answer to an obvious question, "Hell, yes, I'd do it again." While I didn't like the idea that she was broadcasting the fact that she caught me masturbating to her friends, because of the potentially embarrassing situations that might create, it seemed obvious that she was very willing to try to catch me again. I very much enjoyed hearing that admission from her.

The next day she was a little bit more composed around me, and by the fourth day she was acting like nothing had ever happened, though I feel completely safe in saying she had not forgotten the incident! I tried to play it cool myself, and while countless times that week I wanted to run to the shower and wait for her to peak through the door, I resisted this urge as best I could. Not because of any morale obligation mind you, I had not the will to resist another encounter like this. Rather I wanted her to get comfortable with me again, and for the shock to wear off before she got another showing. I also wanted to build up her impatience, if I did it every day she'd quickly lose interest. So I tried as hard as I could to hold off as long as possible before putting on another show. As it turned out, my resistance lasted an entire seven days.

Stacey and I found ourselves home alone again one afternoon, on the couch watching a show on television. The scene changed to one of the girl's bedrooms where she was with several of her girlfriends discussing boys. Looking at these scantily clad, hot young females on the tube was getting me horny to begin with. But as luck would have it, their discussion descended from guys in general to guys getting themselves off. The stars were with me this day. One girl mentioned with disgust that she caught her boyfriend doing it in the bedroom. The other girls all giggled at this of course, and one added, "Its not that bad, I think it looks cute when they do it." More giggles followed. With my sister sitting just a few feet away from me hearing this exact same thing, I couldn't take it anymore, I had to go play in the shower again.

I glanced quickly over to see her reaction at such intimate talk, and she had much the same eager look that I had. Even as that interchange between the girls happened, I stood abruptly to leave; I wanted Stacey to realize it had set me off enough that I was going to take care of myself. But I wanted to make sure she knew I was going to the "shower" and not just leaving, but couldn't come up with a way of relaying that without giving my exhibitionist self away. Fortunately she solved the problem for me, asking where I was going when I got up, to which I calmly responded, "I'm going to take a shower." Seeing that scene discussing guys masturbating and immediately asking me that question, it was obvious she was hoping I was going to jerk off.

As I got undressed it occurred to me how badly I needed to pee. And as I went to lift the seat, the thought came to me: why not let her watch me do this as well? That I could tell she hadn't seen me pee before. I thought about this idea, and took it one step further. As clear as the shower glass door was, it was still somewhat obstructive of the view a voyeur behind the bathroom door might enjoy. If she could see me outside the actual shower, she'd have a much better view of my goods. So I decided to masturbate outside the shower, after all the shower itself wasn't aiding my jerking off, it was the "isolation" of the bathroom itself and the locked door which made this "private" act possible. I would make it just a little less private.

So I leaned into the shower and turned on the water so she would think I was in the shower. I then stood in front of the toilet and stared at the doorknob waiting for it to turn. After about two minutes, I saw the doorknob jiggle a little bit, and the horizontal latch on the back of the knob slowly began to turn. She was unlocking the door! A feeling of expectant electricity was flowing through my body in that instant. I took my eyes away just in time as I saw the knob itself began to turn, and delighted in the fact that she was now peeking in at me. By not being behind the actual shower glass, her secret position behind the bathroom door was more obvious and exposed, so I had to do my very best not to look in her general direction for fear of giving myself away.

The toilet was on the same wall as the side the door opened, so from her spot behind the door, looking in the big mirror she could not only see the shower, but clearly see my entire torso standing in front of the toilet. So I knew she was now getting a good view of my naked body. With a deep breath to let off the tenseness and nervousness of being scrutinized in this way, I lifted the toilet seat. How I remained flaccid during this episode I don't know, perhaps it was the anxiety and expectant nature of what I was about to do for her viewing pleasure.

So I stood there in front of the toilet, holding my flaccid penis in my hand, knowing she was getting a very good 45 degree view of my naked goods. Knowing someone was watching me made it very hard for me to start, and I stood there almost thirty seconds, idly holding myself in my hands waiting for it to come out. I can't imagine what she was thinking about while I stood there like that not doing anything. At last however, urine started to flow. I was certain that as the first bit of pee hit the water her attention would be drawn to the spray coming out my hole, so I afforded myself a very brief glance at the mirror, and found the door was indeed opened just a crack. It was thrilling to know she was really outside watching me.

It was fortunate that I really needed to go, because it made the situation of me standing in front of her peeing last all the longer. As the last few droplets came out, I then began an intentionally long series of taps and wiggles, finally squeezing the entire length of my penis to get the last few drops out, enjoying the fact she was watching me play with myself as I finished peeing. For effect, I bent down to grab a piece of toilet paper, and squeezing the head of my dick, wiped up the last drop on the paper, and threw it into the toilet. Only now after showing off like this did my penis begin to get a bit plump.

Just as I was about to get to the best part of my act something happened that risked ending it prematurely: the damn phone rang. Obviously with the bathroom door open, and me not being in the shower itself I could hear the phone a lot better. I imagine Stacey realized the same thing, and afraid to give herself away, closed the door, just loud enough for me to hear it catch, and then trotted off to answer it. I was now in a quandary. I wanted her to see me masturbate, but standing around waiting for her before starting would be too obvious. So I began to brush my teeth as a ruse, keeping a firm eye on the doorknob again. Within a minute I saw the knob begin to turn again, and that feeling of exhibitionism again returned to me.

The good part about the phone interruption was that now I was standing in front of the sink that much closer to her, it would have been awkward to walk towards her while she was still watching. The bad part about the interruption is that I couldn't hold out any longer. Having just been seeing peeing and wiggling and squeezing was erotic enough an experience that I had grown completely erect while she went to get the phone. I had wanted to get hard while she watched, but it wasn't going to happen. I hope she wasn't disappointed.

I hastily finished brushing my teeth, and stood up straight in front of the sink, giving her at last a clear view of my now upwardly pointing erection. I pretended to stand there looking at my own naked body in the mirror, she could tell by the angle of my eyes that I was staring down at my own erection. I began to slowly move my hips back and forth so that my erection began to sway to and fro, and my sac began to wiggle as well. Satisfied that she had a long enough view of my private parts, I then moved on to the next phase of my little exhibition: the genital exam.

I fondly remembered the fact that during last week's show in the shower I heard her orgasm while I was giving myself a mock genital exam, so I knew she was highly aroused at the thought of a guy checking himself out. I certainly wasn't going to disappoint her this time around. I took one of my testes in my fingers and did an in depth feel, and then worked my fingers slowly up my sac, and then repeated the lengthy process on the other side, loving the fact she was watching this. I only wish she could be in the doctor's office with me watching the real thing. I then took some time feeling the skin of my scrotum itself, pulling it away from my balls, and doing so on all sides, and even reaching behind to feel there too.

I then moved up to my erect penis, and started feeling it at the base, slowly working my way up its length. A cursory feel of the circumcision ring was then followed by giving the head a good squeeze, and finally spreading open the hole with both thumbs to look down inside it. I sort of bent it to the right a little when I did this, knowing she'd probably take a look down at the open hole. A quick glance at the mirror confirmed the door was still open a crack. Last but not least came the hernia check for each side, giving several coughs as I did so.

Done with my little exam, the moment we both had been waiting for arrived. I squirted some lotion out of the bottle on the sink, and applied it to my dick, and quickly set about masturbating. At once I recaptured that incredible feeling that I was jerking off while someone was watching. It really is a wonderful thrill that everyone should experience at least once.

The feeling of masturbating quickly increased the dirty sensations, and coupled with the fact I was no more than four feet away from my sister who was watching me was too much to take. Like last week in the shower, I wanted to stroke for as long as possible to make the moment last. But with standing mere feet from her now, knowing the much better view she was getting, it was as if I were standing right in front of her doing it. All I had to do was to look in the mirror to see her face looking down at my masturbation to confirm how close she was.

One quite inadvertent glance towards the door is all it took, and I saw that just like last time, once I had begun actually masturbating, she had opened the door just a little bit more to get a better look, throwing aside caution. The glance lasted but an instant, but standing now at the sink instead of in the shower, this afforded me for the first time to actually see her face there behind the door watching me. Her cute and absorbed face was entirely focused on what I was doing to myself down there. The sight of her looking at my most intimate act was all it took.

It was less than a minute since I started to actually jerk, but the sight of her actually looking at me like that put me over the edge. Oh, the view of a female's eyes looking at my genitals as I masturbated, in that instant I could feel her gaze touching me down there. I instantly looked away, closed my eyes to keep from giving myself away again, and had a very powerful orgasm; groaning, grunting, and making all those wonderful involuntary orgasmic movements. I once again held my penis upwards so the ejaculate flew up in the air with a nice arc, and landed on the counter top. One little drop actually landed on the bottom of the mirror too. Its amazing how much more intense a simple voyeur's presence can make a person's orgasm. After a moment of rest, I squeezed the length of my penis as the rest of my ejaculate was forced out onto the counter top.

Deciding to leave my ejaculate there for her to see, I then disappeared into the shower to take a very quick shower. My reason for the quick shower should be obvious of course, I wanted to see if Stacey was taking care of her own itch in her bedroom like last time. In and out in under five minutes I quickly dried myself off and got dressed. I looked at the whitish puddle of ejaculate I had left on the sink, and decided like a dirty young man to leave it there. Upon leaving, I noted the door was once again closed, and was impressed that this time Stacey even had the presence of mind to lock it!

Upon opening the bathroom door and walking out, I found what I fully expected to see: Stacey was in her bedroom and the door was shut tight. My little show had forced her to go to the sanctuary of her bedroom to masturbate. I walked very slowly past her door, but heard nothing, and then once in my own room sat near her wall to try to listen in. I only heard one or two deep breaths and one very slight creak of the bed, but nothing more. She was considerably more discreet this time in her orgasm, much to my sorrow. I really wanted once again to hear that wonderful outburst she had when she came last week on her bed: an orgasm with reckless abandon. But I supposed there would be other chances.

*****

Girls Watching Guys Stacey's View from Behind the Door

So here I was, having recently witnessed one of the most erotic and forbidden experiences of my life. I had spied on my brother as he masturbated in the shower, something I had never seen before. From watching him give himself a genital exam to watching him shoot his seed all over the shower glass, I saw the entire sequence of what he did to himself for the first time, and I couldn't get those graphic images out of my head. I can't tell you the amount of times I masturbated in the next few days reliving that delicious sight. Like a Von Suppe overture, I masturbated morning, noon and night! This brought about a question with perhaps the most obvious answer in the world: If the opportunity presented itself, would I want to see it again? Hell, yes! Make no mistake, I was furtively watching his every move for the next week waiting to catch him again in the act.

They say persistence pays off, but couple that with the fact that guys jerk off every single day, and it was only a matter of time before I found myself at the bathroom door watching him in all his male glory once again. Every night that week when I went to bed I could hear him in his room playing with himself, as I had heard many times in the past. He seemed more fervent and louder about it this week for some reason. I brushed it off as me being more in tune with what he did to himself after visually seeing him do it in the shower in such graphic detail.

Any great secret like this is too much too hold in, I was bursting to tell someone, and I figured why not tell my friend who had originally told me about watching her own brother in the shower? I think she thought it was cute the exuberant way I was telling her about seeing Gary, as if I were a newbie virgin at this voyeur thing. This seasoned veteran of many such viewings of her own brother couldn't help but ask if I wanted to see it again. I'm sure you can fully understand the quick and affirmative nature of my answer!

With each passing day I kept tabs on his every movement; with each time he ascended the stairs I waited with baited breath to see if he went into the shower, and time after time I came away disappointed and even more expectant and frustrated. Ironically, a really stupid show on television is what finally gave me my next opportunity. A bunch of young giggling beauties in lingerie who couldn't act were discussing guys. Glancing over at Gary, I saw the erotic nature of the scene was giving him a considerable hardon in his pants, so rather than walk off to do something more interesting, I stayed around to see the effect it had on him. Good thing I did, the scantily clad girls started talking about guys jerking off! This could not have been any better scripted for me. Several times I gazed over at him and he was making a concerted effort to not look my way. Oh the thoughts that must have been going through his head!

He began to fuss a little bit, I could see the scene on the TV was getting to him, and then he abruptly got up and started walking towards the stairs. My heart in my throat, I just had to be sure of what I thought he was about to do, and asked in as calm a voice as I could manage where he was going. He said with an equally unconvincing and shaky voice, "To take a shower."

Grand Slam! He had just inadvertently admitted that he was going to go play with himself, and I was now just moments away from watching this delicious and erotic scene play out for a second time. As soon as he disappeared upstairs, my hand found my crotch and I rubbed several quick rubs to help bleed off that growing charge in my body. Take deep breaths, Stacey, deep breaths, stay calm. Oh, the expectancy of seeing something like this, it is near impossible to keep the heart beating at anywhere near its normal rate. I impatiently sat on the sofa waiting for the shower water to start, and then counted another agonizing two minutes to make sure he was settled in before I finally made my move upstairs to view the forbidden act he was about to play upon himself.

With the water having been on for a few minutes already, I quietly reached for the key above the door, unlocked it, and quietly opened the door a crack, and you can imagine my shock when I saw the shower empty. Where was he? I angled my view a little more to my right, and to my great shock there he was, completely naked standing in front of the toilet. His flaccid little penis was in his hand, and he was lifting the toilet seat, the sudden thought raced through my mind that I was about to watch him take a piss.

To some girls this might not be a big thing, but when you're raised in as conservative a place as I was, and had never yet witnessed a guy doing this, lets just say my loins were very excited at the prospect of seeing it happen. What surprised me is how long he stood there like that, pointing his member, but with nothing coming out. I'm not sure why he had trouble getting started, but I was fine with the longer exposure it afforded me. My God! Without the shower glass to obstruct my view, I had the most clear and intimate view of his genitals. I quietly closed the door a bit more to keep from being discovered as my wide eyes took in the view of his flaccid manliness in his hands, and that wonderful loose sac that hung down, I was in heaven.

I took in every intimate detail of his male anatomy, committing every last detail to memory: The looseness of his sac, the slight hairs that grew from it. His soft, clearly circumcised penis was a wonder to behold. That round little head, no, that round helmet -- I could see now why people called it a helmet, the upper half sloped backwards further than the bottom. Without the obstruction of the shower door, I even got to marvel at the little reddish ring where he had been circumcised. This part fascinated me. Behind it the skin was more brown, and between the scar and the tip his skin was more red. And that small and vertical hole at the end of his helmet, from whence flowed all those wonderful fluids I marveled at last week. And I was moments away from seeing yet a third fluid issue forth from it.

After a much prolonged effort of standing there, he finally began to pee, and I was beside myself with how interesting it looked, this stream of water shooting out of that tiny, visible hole, while he held his little hose in his hand, pointing the water wherever he wanted it to go. For the entire time he stood there peeing, I didn't once take my eyes off the end of his dick, and the busy stream that came from it. As the flow petered out, I watched with great interest as he began to squirt a few last, short streams, and then began an extensive procedure of shaking his little hose, which bounced back and forth. Then he squeezed it multiple times. He wiped the end with a little toilet paper, squeezing it one last time and then flushed the toilet. Watching him "finish up" in this extensive way of handling himself seemed even more exciting than just watching him pee.

At the most inopportune moment possible, the phone began to ring. With the bathroom door being open, and him not actually in the shower, I was afraid he would hear it and realize the door was open. So as quickly and quietly as I could I shut the door, and hastily tiptoed off to answer it. How dare someone disturb us in our moment of glory! To make it worse it was his friend Pete asking for Gary. Quickly I processed my options, either call Gary and risk ending the show of him masturbating, or lie and say he wasn't at home. I wisely chose the latter, and when the follow up question came of did I know where he was, I harshly responded, "I have no idea where he is, you think I keep tabs on his every move?"

I'm such a convincing liar, aren't I? I had been watching his every move for the past seven days, and I wasn't about to nip the fruits of my labor in the bud by having Pete interrupt my golden moment. Hanging up the phone I ever so gingerly made my return to the bathroom door, afraid at what I may have missed out on. Opening it ever so carefully this time, in case he was still out of the shower, I was shocked to see him standing in front of the sink, now even that much closer to me, affording yet a better view. And what was this? He stood in front of the sink brushing his teeth, with a fully erect penis! Did all that handling he did when he finished peeing make him that aroused?

When he was finished he stood upright and looked at his naked self in the mirror for a good bit. With delight I took in the view of his erection, so much closer and clearer to me than last week. Oh, the shape and curve of it, the wonderful size and fullness. I marveled that I could even see the blue veins running up its length. His helmet, now perched atop a full erection looked so proud and magnificent, with a wonderful clear drop of precum leaking from that mysterious and multifaceted little hole at the end. It was incredible how close to me he was as he stood there, I could see every wonderful detail of his manliness, and it forced my hand to press against my crotch to appease my horniness.

Oh my, how for even an instant could I have forgotten that little incident which had brought me to a loud and sudden orgasm at this very door last week? After observing himself, his left hand went down and picked up one of his balls, and rolled it around in his fingers. He was giving himself another genital exam. I had stood bewildered last week at seeing him do it, and now my heart pounded as I witnessed him playing upon his obvious medical fetish once again. I couldn't help but wonder if he did this every time he masturbated. Seeing him do this right in front of the sink while the shower was running made me realize that not only was I going to see his medical exam this close and personal, but he would probably also masturbate right there in clear view as well. My finger pushed down harder yet upon my clitoris at this thought. I was fighting a losing battle.

He every so gently examined one ball for a lengthy time, and then took his other nut in his hand, feeling it in exactly the same detailed way. He then went to playing with the actual skin of the scrotum, which was particularly interesting for me to watch. Then he did what he hadn't done last time, he actually "examined" his penis. Being erect I guess it would take longer to do than if he was flaccid, but it did take a long time as he felt its entire length. He ran his finger over that little pink ring three quarters of the way up his shaft, and then began to check out his wonderful soft helmet, squeezing it multiple times. He then spread it apart, clearly opening that little pee hole up wide. Fortunately for me it bent slightly to the right when he did this, giving me a much better view of it as I stared down that hole into the darkness of his erection. Ooh, that felt so dirty to see that!

Last but not least he grabbed his balls again, turned his head away and coughed multiple times, simulating the hernia check. He seemed to get the most enjoyment out of this part of his little exam, I'm not sure why. As he finished up he seemed quite proud about himself at what he had just done, and then grabbed a bit of lotion out of the bottle on the sink. The moment of truth had come, as I awaited for him to spread it onto his erection.

He wasted no time, quickly rubbing it all over his dick and greedily stroking it back and forth. Oh, that wonderfully familiar motion of his hand that I had seen last week, but now so much closer and clearer as he stood in front of the sink. I nearly screamed when I saw him do that so close to me. He turned slightly to the right for some reason which gave me a great view of it sticking right out from his quickly stroking fist. I was speechless at the sight of this. I still am, what an image! He waved it around a few times, then quickly went back to pounding that wonderful organ of his.

I instantly recognized that he was stroking himself a lot more vigorously than last week's session. Right from the start he was stroking it hard, maybe the toothbrush up inside him made him that horny. At any rate, not being in the shower behind the glass like last week, I could see his entire package so much better, and enjoyed the motion of his full hand across his penis all the more. He was so close to me in fact, I could actually hear the sounds of him stroking himself. Whereas last week he seemed to be taking his time and enjoying it, this time he was pumping it with all he had and it quite surprised me when only a minute into his session his body began to move about and his breathing was replaced by involuntary moans and grunts.

I was shocked how quickly he came, he had just started rubbing himself maybe a minute ago at most, and here he was about to orgasm. There right in front of me, but a few feet away, I watched with wonder as his sperm shot out of that mysterious little hole, arcing high in the air in several streams and landing all over the counter top. A girl can never get tired of that sight, do it again please! He squeezed his penis and more of his cum dripped out onto the counter as well. He proudly looked over what he had created there on the counter, and then turned to take a shower, oddly leaving his deposit behind. As he turned to go into the shower I saw his butt in full view before jumping in the shower. That was a particularly wicked sight to behold.

For the second time in a week I had witnessed Gary masturbating, doing all those other interesting things as well. I was surprised how quickly he came this time and of course was blown away by how much there was. What devilish thoughts did he have in his mind when he did that? I would love to know. The show now over, I took one last fond look at his ejaculate there on the counter, and closed and locked the door before retiring to my bedroom to take care of my own problem. As might be expected my groin was sopping and aching and desperately needed my undivided attention. There on my bed I vigorously fingered myself to one quick orgasm, and then took out my vibrator for another one.

After I composed myself, I headed to the bathroom to clean up my lower regions and fingers. Upon closing the door I remembered with amazement that Gary had not cleaned up his ejaculate off the sink! There right before me in plain sight was his seed spattered all over the counter top. Frankly, he was a disgusting pervert for leaving it behind like that, but behind a locked door with nobody to see me, I paused there to look at the uniquely male fluid.

Having come in to clean up my pussy area from my own juices, I stood there in front of the sink with pants pulled down, wiping my fluids up all while looking at his own fluid lying there on the counter. It was to say the least a very interesting moment, and the irony of what I was in there to do clashing with what he had left behind was quite obvious. After cleaning up my own juices, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and wiped my finger across his ejaculate, just to see what it felt like. Having laid there a while it no longer held his body's warmth, and I examined it between my fingers with great interest, pulling my fingers apart to see how much it stretched. And that odor it gave off, what an unusual and pungent smell.

When he had come, I had only seen it from the side in the mirror. Now that I was right there in front of it I had a much better view, and placed myself right where he was standing when he came, trying to lineup where his penis would be as he stroked it. Standing there in front of it, I enjoyed the view of the various streams shooting out in different directions.

I had a naughty idea of cleaning up his mess for him so when he came back to do it himself he would realize it was gone, but I didn't want him to know for sure that I saw it, it would be more of an erotic mystery for him if I left it behind. So there on the counter, I left my own brother's ejaculate behind for whoever might see it next. An hour later I looked in and noticed it was all gone, he had finally cleaned his mess up. I couldn't help but enjoy the fact that he must even now be wondering if I had seen his seed. The poor boy had no idea, I hadn't just seen his cum lying on the counter, I had watched in secret the whole episode of what caused him to shoot it! Naughty boy, and equally deceptive girl, we both had our fun that day, him alone and me watching his show. Sometimes its really fun having a brother. I am really looking forward to the next time.

To be continued...

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