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So if I got back to my apartment from Kristina’s after my parents came home from work, and I was wearing long pants and a shirt with a collar, there would be inevitable questions that I would have no reasonable answer for. My cock continued to harden, the cool air feeling crisp and pleasant on the wetness the cloth had left behind, and she looked at my erection thoughtfully. On the one hand she told me that she would have a hard time getting through the next day, but she also wanted to not see me on the following morning when we had an available chance.
I had contained the little buggar during my pervy peeping time, but while I was preoccupied imagining Carol on top of me, straddling me, riding me like a bucking bronco, my penis snuck its way into one of my short's leg openings, stopping short of the seam and leered out. I noticed this potentially embarrassing situation the same time Carol looked at me, paused, and then returned to the adult conversation. However, something told me, one thought of that dark, hairy wonder that I saw between Carol's legs and my pecker would push that rock off of us, saving both his and my life, thus enabling us to be subjected to more of life’s embarrassing moments and ridicule.
Originally our happy hour started with us being completely naked and masturbating while we chatted over some drinks, however, we lived in an old building with radiators that only produced heat in the mid 60's and it was just slightly too cold to be naked the whole time. One of the first nights that we shared drinks while being bottomless, Megan forced me to chat and masturbate with her for almost two hours before letting myself cum. With a look of excitement and shock on my face, I felt that familiar high sweep over my body as I looked down and watched my cock start ejaculating cum onto her hand and pussy. Watching her as she frantically rubbed her pussy to reach her third orgasm, her entire body was covered in my cum.
My eyes flew open as she smiled and continued walking past me on her way to her usual chair, as I managed a strangled, “Hi, Kristina.” Her chair was about thirty feet away, on a direct sight line with mine. The thought of how she looked underneath it made my cock stiffen, and I had to clamp down on the feeling, not wanting to get an erection in public, especially not lying on my back in a wet bathing suit. I quickly raised my knees up, hiding my erection, and I reached for my book, pretending to read as I propped it in my lap again as Mrs. Tagliaferro walked by slowly.
The thought that Meggie was totally nude beneath that long sloppy t-shirt, and the sight of her boobs swinging loosely beneath it kept my cock warm and swollen but not yet fully stiff again. With her bare left foot lifted and place on the sofa beside her and her right leg extended out on the floor in the other direction, Meggie spread her legs shamelessly and began to play with her slippery, wet pussy. Meggie gently ran the index finger of her right hand from the very tip of my stiff cock right down to my balls, barely touching the whole way. Defiantly I brought myself up to my knees and, still presenting my bare bum to her for punishment, grabbed my slippery stiff cock in my right hand and began wanking off.