"Was he still hard?" Sophie was definitely as interested in the tale as the men. Nice to see the way she gripped Mr Crowfoot's penis a little harder. Jim was sure she would be riding that later.
"Perhaps he had a little wank to restore himself, but he came back into sight just as he had left. Sophie, have you ever had a man walk towards you naked and erect some fifty yards? He didn't touch his cock once. It was quite something. I couldn't help it. I frigged the whole time, let him see me doing it, sitting up with my legs apart and just playing and staring as he came closer and closer and let him so see what I was doing. How couldn't he!"
"That would have helped him stay stiff," said Sophie.
Jim bit his lip. There was something just so exciting about hearing his work colleague say that word -- 'stiff.' Of course, all the more so because he was 'stiff' and Mr Crowfoot was 'stiff.' So remarkable to be there like that, naked with Jenny naked on the floor and Sophie watching.
"Well Jim, better go out of the study and out of sight before coming back. No hurrying, why don't you walk to the bottom of the garden and back. We'll be able to see you walking like in the dunes."
A glazed door at the back of the study led out onto an iron balcony with iron steps down to the garden. Mr Crowfoot opened the door and Jim walked out. Never before had Jim been outside like that, both naked and erect. He felt like the young father must have felt. Mr Crowfoot's garden was sufficiently screened by trees to not be much visible to neighbouring houses but even so Jim found himself looking all around as he made his way down the steps and across the lawn, keeping out of sight as best he could. It was very much the young father experience. It was just possible he might be seen -- and was he stiff!
What a risk the young father had taken. It may be that some young women like the idea of being seen by others; take a thrill in walking naked on the beach or in the countryside with the risk of being seen; perhaps riding naked on a bicycle down a country road, perhaps even upon a scooter or motorbike. In Jim's mind the film he had seen at the cinema a few years before with the naked girl riding a motorbike across the desert -- 'Vanishing Point'. That had been a good scene.
One thing for a girl, but quite another for a man -- certainly the father in the dunes and now Jim. Women naked and revealed but men naked and aroused had that extra 'thing' exposed -- and there it was swaying in front of him -- his erect or 'stiff' penis. Jim could not quite see himself wanting to be seen like that by strangers, but Jenny, perhaps, was rather different. They were just play acting after all. When he reached the end, he turned and looked back at the house. In the doorway he could see all three watching him. Naked Jenny and clothed Sophie and Mr Crowfoot. He could see what Sophie still had in her hand. Jim's was not the only erection on show. He began his naked and erect walk back.
Jim walked towards Jenny. She was frigging herself just as she had described. What a sight! It certainly made his penis throb as he retraced his steps up the path, up the iron steps and into the room. He came right up to her. But what happened next?
"You liked what you saw, Jenny?"
The girl wriggled there on the carpet. "Yeah! Porn for women! Not a bad looking man and with his penis standing so upright and those balls... like big, hairy nuts swinging as he walked closer to me. You see, Mr Crowfoot, with his cock in the air they were just hanging there, pendulum like. I got him to stand right by my towel and then..."
Jenny reached, tapping Jim's inner thighs, making him spread them wider.
"I just stared at his lovely big balls. He was breathing hard. Just being there, not being touched or touching himself, was certainly doing it for him. Down on the beach his wife and children quite forgotten, I am sure. He was certainly staring at me. Had eyes just for me!"
"What next?" It was Sophie.
"He asked if he could touch me. But I said no! He could look but not touch. Like the little boy with no pocket money and his nose pressed against the sweetshop window."
"Cruel," said Sophie.
"But I touched him! I said he could stand astride me, and I got him to spread his legs so wide. With his penis so up, his big balls just hung there, and I reached up under him and stroked just the hairs -- the hairs on his ball sack. I even tugged them to make his nuts swing. Lovely, Sophie to see."
"An unusual view of a man."
"Yes, it all there above me. Those balls hanging."
Jim knew what to do, knew to get astride oiled up Jenny on the floor, spread his legs and wait for his balls to be played with.
"I began to play with them with my fingers. Thick wrinkled skin, stroking and swinging whilst all the time he just stared down at me."
"Didn't you touch his cock, Jenny?"
"No, terrible of me, Sophie, so teasing. But I didn't need to. He just came from my fingers on his nuts. Have you ever known that? He must have been so worked up. There I was, fondling his big eggs, when all at once his penis just spurted. Out it came. I so liked seeing that. Out and down all over my breasts, splatting down on me, all warm and so white and thick. The stuff he pumped into his wife to make those children down on the beach playing in the sand. She all forgotten down on the beach. Sprayed out for me! Out from his knob, clear against the blue sky and then it raining down. Spurting out and then falling down to me like rain."
"I bet he was disappointed, not to have been stroked. Just to come like that."
Jenny shrugged her shoulders as she played with Jim's scrotum and balls, "I got to see what I wanted. I kept playing as his prick came down above me, got all soft. Not just his balls hanging. Gave him back his trunks and he just said, 'thank you' and turned to put them back on."
"Not until you're out of sight, I said. I watched his retreating bottom and was playing with myself before he disappeared over the dune no doubt to hurriedly put those trunks on and re-join his wife. For a middle-aged man, a lovely tight bottom. I quite liked the idea of smacking it! Nice thoughts to frig to -- and did I? Had to be a bit careful with all his stuff over me. Would have been lovely to have frigged myself with it, all slippery and male but just too dangerous. I wouldn't have wanted to get that inside me, would I? Make a little half brother or sister for those children down on the beach.
"What'd you do?" Jim asked.
"Played with it all over my breasts with one hand whilst frigging with the other. Easy! As I'm going to do with yours."
Jim was certainly enjoying -- loving the feel of Jenny's fingers playing with and manipulating his scrotum but he did not really think he would come like that. "I don't think..."
The girl got up from the Chesterfield, releasing Mr Crowfoot, whom she had been holding the whole time, and came across to Jenny notionally sunbathing on the carpet and the wide spread Jim and grasped his erection. Of course, Jim would have liked to fuck either of the girls, but they were not on the Pill; would like to have been sucked instead, but that was not to be; instead he was going to be wanked by the two girls at once, not actually so bad! One playing with his balls, one his penis and made to ejaculate into the air so his semen dropped down on Jenny's lovely breasts. It did not take long.
And, of course, the trails and blobs of white semen, warm from spurting from Jim's penis did not stay like that very long either. Still splayed over her, he watched as Jenny released his balls and began with one hand to play between her spread thighs, her fingers moving with, no doubt, practised movements within her riot of fair curls, whilst with the other hand she began to spread the deposited semen up and around her breasts paying particular attention to her raised nipples. Perhaps at the end of it, Jim thought, she might suck her fingers. Another drip from his penis down and onto his work colleague. Jim's sexual experience perhaps now over for the afternoon.
Not so Mr Crowfoot. He sat and watched Jenny masturbating all oiled up on the floor. He had Sophie sit beside him holding his penis once more, occasionally stroking it. Jim wondered if Mr Crowfoot might ask Sophie to assist Jenny as had happened another time. Despite his loss of enthusiasm, the result of his orgasm, Jim would have liked to see the girls being lesbian again, but, seemingly, Mr Crowfoot was happy to watch Jenny solo and enjoy the grasp of Sophie.
A sweet orgasm there on the floor from Jenny and then Mr Crowfoot seemed to decide it was his turn. He asked the girls to undress him and then had them take turns bouncing on his erection as he sat comfortably upon the Chesterfield, the girls sitting astride his thighs as they pumped away with their vaginas upon his penis. Jim was just a little bit jealous. Mr Crowfoot was not just fucking one but both of them. One moment a dark-haired sex descending and then it being replaced by a fair one. Such a shame neither was on the Pill. Not that he was in a state to fuck at that precise moment! He had been made to come at pretty short notice: not so Mr Crowfoot, he took his time before, maybe, making a choice and releasing his 'enthusiasm' into Jenny.
