The Shed Club (part 6)

Extreme Apologies for the delay in Part 6 production, but I’ve been sort of busy, to say the least…….

Once again, please be kind.


An extract from the end of part 5….

To the right of us, all the way across the floor and over a chair, was a ton of spunk, several obvious long lines where he’d spurted, and a load down near us where he’d presumably finished.


“He hit the window”, Jackie proudly announced. She had finished the wank, I later found out, and had obviously done a very good job.

I looked across and saw one of the girls pointing at the net curtain where the cum had landed.


I looked at Mark who was putting his underpants back on, his erection still there to a certain extent, but fast on the wane. He looked back at me and gave me a grin and a shrug.


“Maybe next time”, I said, forcing a smile. I looked round at Zoe and she looked just like I do after I cum. Hair a total mess, eyes half asleep and the horniest smile you can imagine.

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PART 6.



…….As I retrieved my skirt and knickers from the pile of clothing by the door, I was aware that Mark had shuffled over towards me, and was at that moment balancing on one leg while he tried to pull his jeans on. He held back as I pulled up my knickers, then zipped himself up and leant in.
“Sorry about all that”, he said quietly. The giggling and general excitement was still such that his voice did not carry. He seemed quite worried.
“About what?”, I asked, genuinely not knowing what he had to be apologising for.
“Well, not doing it with you. I’m sorry”
“Who said anything about doing anything with me?”, I whispered, trying to feign disinterest.
I definitely felt a bit disappointed, possibly a bit jealous, but it was not as if we were formally going out together or anything.

He looked a bit taken aback. “I just thought that with what happened with you and me yesterday, that it would be you who should have….you know…”

He was red and I was enjoying his discomfort, as it made me feel that the feelings I had for him went both ways. I loved playing hard to get. Still do sometimes.

“Well, like I said, I’ll maybe get a chance again. That’s if I want to, of course.”

I tried to keep a straight face while he analyzed the situation, but ended up cracking a smile. He grinned back.

“I just wish it had been you who was there, you know, when I shot, that’s all”

“Just out of interest, who was it who got you to shoot?”, I asked all matter of fact as I did up my skirt. He looked at me disbelieving.

“I honestly didn’t see,” I said, ” I had Zoe on top of me and you’d moved away…all I could see was a crowd of girls!”

I was pretty positive that it was Jackie who had carried out the majority of his wank, but didn’t know for certain whether she or someone else had finished him off.
“Well, there were so many hands”, he was really blushing now, “I don’t really know…that’s the truth, honestly.”

Jackie arrived on the scene, and the others were retrieving their skirts and brushing off dust and cobwebs from where they’d been thrown by the door. Jackie was still naked down below and obviously enjoying being like that in front of Mark. He tried not to look.
“He did really well”, she exclaimed, patting him on the shoulder. She was genuinely pleased with herself, and I don’t think for one minute that she intended to rub my nose in it. “Did you see it hit the window? It just flew out. He also got it all over my jeans!”
We both instinctively looked at her jeans which she was now holding up as some sort of trophy. Two streaks of wet spunk still glistened across one leg.
“I thought they were out of the way right over there…obviously not!”

She pointed to where her jeans had been, and we dutifully looked. Two long wet lines were apparent, stopping about a foot from the wall where her jeans had been. There were marks up the wall towards the window….probably his as well. I now felt the pang of disappointment again that I’d missed it.
Jackie had now pulled a tissue from out of the jeans pocket and was rubbing at the wet marks. I quietly looked at Mark and he mouthed the word sorry at me.
I motioned my eyes towards Jackie and looked back at him all quizzical, and he tried to look as if he didn’t know what I was asking. I mouthed “was it her?” and made a subtle wanking motion with my hand. He looked very uncomfortable but eventually nodded.
Jackie had by this time wiped off what she could and was making a big display of picking up her knickers. She had turned around and now had her back to us, and was at full stretch bending over, the knickers strategically placed so she would have to reach. Mark was hopelessly drawn to the view, and I fully understood as most of the girls, including me, also found it fascinating as well.

I also understood why Jackie would do such a thing, as I had done the self same thing the previous day and enjoyed it immensely. To this day, there is still a hell of a buzz in exposing one’s self to people one hardly knows, or to complete strangers.
One of the big highlights of my summer holidays even now, is to arrive on the beach in the full knowlege that nearly every bloke nearby is waiting to see if I will take my bikini top off or not. There’s nothing quite like it.

I waited until Jackie had stood up straight again and had started to dress, and pulled Mark’s head down so I could whisper in his ear. There was no way that Jackie was going to win this one. I put my hand round his neck and pulled his ear close.
“Next time I want to suck it”

He straightened up and looked at me wide eyed and I nodded. He coughed. Everyone was now getting ready to go back up to the house for a coke, and we ended up being separated.

Back inside the house, it soon became apparent that one of the boys had gone missing. Michael (Mikey) had quietly slipped out when Zoe had left with Mark, and no-one had seen him since. It was a case of chickening out, apparently, and he had appeared quite terrified about the whole thing.
A worry went round that he’d tell someone what we were up to, and a bit of a panick ensued and someone suggested a group of us go and call for him at his house.