The Shed Club (Part 3)

I lifted it off and put my eye to the hole. Tash's eye looked back at me. I went back round and told her that I would now leave her to it and told her to keep the door closed. We giggled as I went to leave, but I definitely sensed she was uneasy about the whole thing.

"If you decide not to watch, then you can always look the other way", I said, grinning from ear to ear.

We were standing close together and she leaned in to whisper something.

"Jackie also played with me when we read her porn".

Obviously she had either guessed, or Jackie had told her about us masturbating together. I froze, not knowing how to respond, although I found it suddenly very arousing.

Tash was really my closest friend out of the two of them, but we had never even discussed anything like this before, and it felt strange but thrilling. She took my hand and slid it down her pants, and in the next breath slid her hand down mine, both hands now cupping each other's mound, her's quite wet and mine moistening up by the second. I opened my legs slightly and noticed that she was making the same move, our fingers sliding up and finding one another's clit straight away. I was aware of noise from my house and pulled away.

"He's here!", I said, trying to sound as normal as possible, whilst rearranging my skirt and pants.

"I'll see you later maybe", she replied, taking up position on her chair and grinning up at me.

"Oh yes!" I said, grinning back, before sneaking out of the door and closing it behind me.

I went into the shed again, thinking of a good reason to be there. I was so horny now, I could't really think straight. I started to unfold chairs and arrange them in a semi circle, and was carrying the table over to the side when the shed door opened. Jackie stood there with her rucksack, the other girls were following down the garden, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"He turned up", she said, almost triumphant sounding. "He's watching TV with the others until it's time". I looked at my watch. Ten minutes to go." I wondered where you were".

"I just thought I'd tidy up and organise things", I lied. "Did you remind them not to answer the phone or door ?" I asked, trying to look unflustered and all adult about what was about to happen.

"Of course", and we also took a vote in your absence, to show Tom stuff before he shows us. I hope you don't mind. he wouldn't agree to do it otherwise".

I guessed what she meant and said I'd go along with it. In reality, it just added to the thrill.

Jackie picked up the table that I had just moved out of the way and put it back in the centre. She opened her rucksack and pulled out the pile, sorting through it very carefully until she'd extracted the "special" ones. She placed them on the table and put the rucksack out of the way.

"Where's Tash?", she asked.

"Gone home I assume. She was a bit miffed" I tried to not overplay the lie.

"Oh well, at least she'll be here to see the others".

I stopped rearranging a chair for the umpteeenth time and stood upright to face her. "What others?".

"All of them", she said nonchalantly, obviously loving every minute of being the one to tell me. "They've all agreed to have a go, as long as we show them ours and let them read the magazines while they do it".

"Even Zoe's friends?", I blurted. "Surely they won't be able to....will they?" Jackie could see that I was genuinely curious.

"Well, we'll see tomorrow, won't we!" she told me. "Tom today, and the rest tomorrow, so that Tash can be here to see".

I bent down to supposedly move a chair, and winked directly at the nearby small hole in the wall. I bet she was smiling.

The others filed in and immediately grouped around the magazines.

"They're for Tom", Jackie said quite bluntly, and we all took a second to realise what he would be doing while he was reading, and gave knowing smiles all round. I think we were all slightly terrified now that the time was almost upon us....god knows how Tom would be feeling!

I was first to sit down and casually looked round to see that I was not blocking Tash's view through the hole which was just over my left shoulder. I suddenly remembered our wandering hands earlier, and turned around as if straightening myself in the chair, looking directly at her eye as I quickly licked the finger that had not long before tickled her clit.

Actually, apart from myself, it was the first ever girl I had tasted in that way.

I sat back in place again as the shed door quickly opened and in jumped Tom, obviously trying to keep out of sight from possible nosey neighbours.

He took in the semi circle of chairs immediately and visibly gulped. There was a chair obviously set out for him and it was obviously positioned to face us, his expectant audience.

He gulped again, sat down and picked up a magazine, flicking through the pages in the possible hope that it might delay matters indefinitely. Jackie took control, as usual.

"Do you want us to show you now, or after?", she asked, as if she was asking if he wanted a Coke or an Orange Squash. Several girls squirmed.

"Well now, if you don't mind", he answered, all polite. I had a rough idea of what he would be expecting, but was slightly taken aback when the other girls all stood up and began taking off their knickers. I was just expecting to lean back and pull them to one side so that he could have a quick look, but the boy's negotiations seem to have involved a bit more than this. I duly followed suit, and duly ended up standing there like the others, knickers off and skirts held high, or in Jackie's case, knickers and jeans off entirely, with T shirt held up out of the way.

Nobody looked at each other at first, only at him, and in return (obviously his part of the bargain), he kicked off his trainers, took off his jeans, then pulled off his T shirt so that he stood there in just his underpants, his hands covering the bulge at the front.

He turned towards Jackie and said "Anything?", and she nodded, but made it clear he couldn't touch.

He got her to sit down and spread her legs, kneeling down in front of her for a good look. Without being asked, she used both her hands to spread herself wide open for him, arching herself her pussy towards his face so that it was only about six inches away. He admired her for a long time and then turned to the next one in line, asking her to turn around and bend down.

She did as she was told and he again studied her closely, asking her to spread her arse cheeks with her hands, which she did.

I was both shocked and turned on by all this new level of "game", and happily played my full part when he came to me, next in line. He wanted me to lean back and bring my legs up as far as possible and hold them there, knees bent, a "frog like" position if you will.

I did so and felt the thrill of being studied up close, his face just a few inches away from my really swollen clit. He finally moved on to Zoe, next to me, asking her to turn and touch her toes, legs as wide as she could. Bless her for bravery, she did it without hesitation.

When he'd finished the line and we'd all sat down knickerless, he sat down again and began reading the open magazine, sometimes looking at one of us, who occasionally opened their legs in response. He really had a bulge now and made very little effort to hide it. In the end, he broke the tension by just saying "Fuck it", and standing up before whipping off his pants.

His skinny little body made his erection look all the bigger. It looked HUGE! And certainly was a match for most of the men in those magazines. He just stood there after stepping out of his pants, and put his hands on his hips, the tip of his erection pointing directly at Zoe and me and, more importantly, his sister Tash who was secretly seeing everything through the hole between us.

We were all eagerly waiting for what was due to happen next.

The porn magazine was still open on the table but now totally ignored. An awkward silence ensued, nobody knowing quite how to go about helping this whole thing progress....I was sure that all our hearts were seriously pounding, and I just had the feeling that if something wasn't said soon, the entire moment would be lost and he'd just dress and go.

He was looking at each of us in turn and was obviously on the brink of losing his nerve, so when he looked at me, I just felt as if I had to say something.

"Do you do normally do it standing? Or do you want us to put something down so you can lie on the floor?"

I don't know why I asked was intended to put him at his ease and was the first thing that sprang to mind. I felt foolish as soon as I said it.

The others giggled nervously as he just sort of nodded and said "standing, please".....yes, he actually said "please" and I think that immediately we all felt a bit sorry for him and, I for one, wanted to give him a hug.

Tom then flicked a glance out of the window and we assured him that nobody could see in. He then tried to walk over to the door in order to bolt it at the top and bottom, but realised that his swaying penis was causing a bit of a stir, so he just took a deep breath and stood in front of us again, looking at our bare bottom halves for some kind of comfort or inspiration.

I readily admit to leaning back and holding mine apart for him again when his gaze fell on me. The other girls started to do the same. Within a short space of a minute or so, we were all leaning back and fully open. By now we were all having a look at one another, and it was pretty obvious that we were all worked up. From where I was, I could see Jackie and tell that she was soaking wet. She could no doubt see the same went for me.

I looked down at Zoe sitting next to me, and although I couldn't see more than the top part of her mound, I had a good idea that she was probably getting all wet (for probably the first time in her life) too. She looked up at me and then down to my pussy,and I found myself slightly turning myself towards her so that she could get a good look.

I looked back at Tom and realised that he had started wanking, finger and thumb of his right hand now gripping the end and squeezing it in an up and down motion. I felt Zoe grip my arm and released one hand from my pussy in order to hold her hand. Both sets of fingers felt wet, and when I looked at her, her eyes were fixed on Tom's cock and she was grinning as if she was watching her favourite movie. She knew I was looking and squeezed my hand and flicked me a glance, but went straight back to watching Tom and seemingly enjoying the whole thing immensely.

I sneakily looked back at the spyhole and made sure I was not in the way, and gave Tash's eye a big grin.

Looking back at Tom, I saw that he now had his whole hand wrapped tight round his shaft and was really building up speed. The girls to the side were leaning in to get a better look and I must say, he was quite magnificent. I never realised up untilthat point, that a male was 99% fully sized in that department, pretty soon after hitting puberty. I had just assumed that their "little boy" stiffies, of which I had seen quite a few, just gradually grew and grew until they were a fully developed man, in my mind this wouldn't be complete until they were about 18 or 19.

On that day I discovered I had it all wrong!

Tom was now in a world of his own in front of us, looking into space for a while and wanking, then adjusting his stance slightly and coming back to the real world again, before locking his gaze into space again and recommencing the wank.

After a few more minutes of this, he suddenly stopped and said that he couldn't get himself to shoot. From experience now, I know that this was because he was under a great deal of pressure to perform, but back then I must say that we all felt a great disappointment.

We asked him to try a bit more and he did, and when he said he was going to stop again, Jackie asked him if it would help if she tickled his balls. It seemed the natural thing to do at that moment in time, to help him in some way, and nobody giggled because we all desperately wanted to see him shoot.

He didn't answer, but didn't object when she reached out with one hand and started tickling his balls from underneath. His serious wanking resumed, and was seen as a signal from the girls that he liked it as we all started to take it in turns, him gradually working his way round the circle and offering his balls to each girl in turn.

I handed the task of ball tickling on to Zoe, and she'd only handled them for a few seconds when he gave out a gasp and shot out a stream of cum between her and the girl next to her, both girls leaning away to avoid getting any on them.

His legs buckled and he shuddered and jerked quite violently as spurt after spurt seemed to literally explode from his penis, every girl muscling in to get the best look, all slightly horrified yet fascinated by the long lines of white spunk arching out on the floorboards in front of him.

When his jerks subsided, I noticed that Zoe's hand was still cupped round his balls, and she had an amazed look on her face. "I can still feel them squeezing", she told us triumphantly, as he stood there, slowly pumping the last drops from his penis. I felt a little jealous, and wondered what it had felt like.

He finally got his breath back and we all gave him a spontaneous round of applause as he shuffled back to get dressed. We all put on our knickers while he finished dressing, and let him make his way back to the house while we gossiped about what we had just seen. The other lads gave him a big cheer when he opened the door and went tell THEM all about it, no doubt.

Ten minutes later, I managed to release Tash and get to talk to her about what she'd seen. She'd seen just about everything, so it seemed, and although she wouldn't admit it at the time, years later she told me that she was quite proud of his little exhibition.

The Shed Club (Part 3)