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"It's not just the door which is sticky is this bathroom!"

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“Oh my God!” Laura said, with a wild look on her face. “I just saw one of your housemates.” I twisted towards her and screwed my face up into a ‘so-what’ expression.

She was so excited that she couldn’t get the words out.

“Naked!” Laura threw her hands in the air as though she’d just found out she’d won the lottery; I sank back into the sofa and took another sip of my herbal tea. Perhaps disappointed by my lack of interest, she tried to add spice. “What a hunk!”

“Which one was it?” I asked, allowing a little boredom to creep into my voice.

“I don’t know. The one with the great big cock!”

“Daniel,” I murmured. “You’d never call Robbie’s ‘great’ or ‘big’.”

“You’ve… you’ve seen them both?” Laura spluttered, throwing herself into the depths of the sofa. Behind those wide staring eyes, Laura’s brain was spinning like a sexual turbine. I held the steaming cup of Forest Berries and inhaled deeply, finding serenity where there had threatened to be laughter.

I knew Laura.

Knew what she’d be thinking about me and my housemate’s cocks.

If I’d seen them, then I must have done other things with them.

Hold.

Lick.

Suck.

Fuck.

Her eyes were glittering, but the truth was I had done none of those things.

The bathroom door had been jammed open since I’d moved in. The floorboards had warped and… and the landlord’s an arsehole, as Robbie had put it so succinctly. I’d been horrified by the casual ‘dumps downstairs’ rule, however I’d got used to the guys peeing and showering with the bathroom door open.

It wasn’t a thing for me any more: I didn’t even think about it.

It was normal.

I’d caught general glimpses of flesh. I’d never looked. But I’d seen enough that I’d be able to pick my housemates out in a cock line-up.

Laura had looked: she’d used the mirror to watch while one of my housemates had ‘thoroughly’ washed himself.

She’d seen details.

And an afternoon’s discussion piqued my interest.

It piqued my interest to the point where the shower springing to life dragged my brain out of blurry dreams to instant, fully-awake consciousness. In a fraction of a second, I’d escaped the chrysalis of my bed, wrapped myself in my dressing gown and was peering through the gaping slit between the door and its frame.

Just like Laura, I was ‘having a look’.

The folding shower screen meant my viewing was limited to the general pinkness of the body moving within. But taking a step to my left, looking into the bathroom changed the angle and I saw it hanging there – a lovely thick cock.

As I watched, a soapy hand scratched purple shower gel into the pubes above the heavy appendage and soaped around and under, between the legs.

I gasped as Daniel gripped his ball sack and juggled the contents. He was so… so rough. I would have never dared do that to a man; would have thought that it’d have him howling in pain.

I was learning.

Leaning forward.

Perving .

Daniel stretched the soft stalk of his cock, pulling down hard before flicking the foreskin back.

My body responded as soon as the purple piece of flesh within was exposed; there was a sudden need between my legs. Or perhaps it had already been there but it had become so urgent that it needed actual attention.

A cock.

I wasn’t used to ‘just looking’; I’d never seen a cock I couldn’t have.

I wanted it; wanted to touch it; wanted it inside me.

Sudden, pent-up frustration boiled to the surface, evaporating inhibitions. There was thought as I parted my legs, pulled my dressing gown apart and slipped my hand down. The thought was that I didn’t give a fuck if he did see me perving; if he did see me masturbating – he was the one showering with the door open.

Gasps of delight filled my ears as my fingers found the slippery groove of my cunny. My clitoris had already slithered from its lair. It was aching and I couldn’t help but soothe that ache by frigging it.

But frigging it made the aching both better and worse.

I rubbed harder and faster, watching Daniel as he pulled his foreskin right back and carefully washed the thin veiny skin.

The vision remained locked in my mind as he moved on, washing his backside and thighs, moving down his hairy legs towards his feet.

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I was out of control. Mere moments away from an actual orgasm.

The need was frightening.

Rubbing frantically.

Harder and faster.

Almost there.

But it was too late.

Daniel had caught me.

He was looking at me.

All I could do was stop rubbing; the last thing I wanted to do.

He looked down, seemingly uncaring that his cock – his whole body - was on display. “You want to pee?” he asked.

That!

That was why I was standing in the doorway clutching my crotch.

“Do you mind?” I squeaked.

“Be my guest,” Daniel said, throwing me a friendly smile as he reached for the towel. As he wrapped it around his head, rubbing hard enough to tear every hair from its follicle, I swizzed into the bathroom and planted my bare bottom onto the toilet.

My wriggling thighs were enough to cause sparks of pleasure in my pussy. But…

Daniel was deliberately not looking at me. So as my housemate dried himself, instead of peeing, I played. All he needed to do was look.

Directly, or indirectly via a clear part of the steamy mirror, and he’d have a full view of me frigging myself. The danger of it filled me with terror and simultaneously turned me on beyond measure.

I opened my legs.

Did I want him to catch me?

Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!

The spasms ripped through me, crumpling my body as I perved over Daniel’s dick. I wanted to gasp with the ecstasy but… but I couldn’t breathe. Daniel’s dangling dick was swinging up against the force of gravity; inflating before my eyes.

And he was looking at me now.

I sat waiting, not knowing what had caused the reaction: what had he seen?

“Nice tits,” he said. I looked down to see my dressing gown hanging open.

“Thanks,” I replied. He was smiling and I found myself smiling back.

Was that all?

Was that all he’d seen?

I made no comment as Daniel took hold of his fully-erect cock and gave it a tug. “Are you having a shower?”

“I suppose.”

“Do you mind if I…”

Suddenly in my imagination my tits were dripping with Daniel’s spunk. “You want to spunk on my tits?” Daniel groaned so loudly that parts of the dilapidated bathroom rattled.

“I would love to spunk on your tits.” Laura would love this, I thought, as I pushed the dressing gown off my shoulders; leaving me effectively naked.

Daniel’s hand became a blur of motion and… and it wasn’t the only blur of motion. Robbie was standing in the open door way and he was wanking just as furiously as Daniel.

Both my housemates wanking off over me…

Leaning back, I spread my legs and joined the masturbation inferno before beckoning Robbie to join the fun. Daniel was shocked but accepting as Robbie moved in beside him.

So much spunk.

I need to hold off until I’m covered in it.

No-one wanted to go first; maybe the guys were hoping that I’d give them a hand.

Or a mouth.

Maybe next time, I thought.

“Come on my tits,” I said, squashing them together as I frigged along the edge of an orgasm. The words were an instruction and permission.

Both guys stepped forward and took aim.

Two tiny slits about to unleash spunk Heaven.

It went everywhere, quickly forcing my eyes closed as it splashed across my cheeks, nose and into my shrieking mouth. “There’s so much of it!” I wailed, as I smeared the combined juices over my tits and throat. As the pungent smell filled my nostrils and the taste sat on my tongue, I tripped myself into my own head-fuck of an orgasm.

It was only as I was coming that I thought about how filthy it was to come in front of these partial strangers. Sure, I’d seen them naked loads of times…but they’d never seen me naked and here I was putting on a masturbatory show for them both.

Fuck it!

I maximised the pleasure, leaning back against the toilet lid.

“Mmmm! That’s a sweet way to start the morning.”

“What happens now?” Daniel asked eventually.

“Now? I get a shower,” I said with a shrug.

“And afterwards?”

“I’m going to meet up with Laura,” I said, to obvious double disappointment. “Laura and I have got a lot of catching up to do.”

With understandable reluctance, the boys retreated. “Told you it was worth wedging that door open,” Daniel said to Robbie.

“I heard that, you perverted tossers,” I shouted down the corridor.

“You make that sound like it’s a bad thing,” Robbie joked.

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