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My then gf was a bit of a talker. She wasn't expecting the kind of equipment she discovered I was carrying, and having hit what she described as "the jackpot" she wasn't going to keep the news to herself.

On a few girls trips away she had no qualms about bragging to her friends about my size. She sent me a video in which one had their palms side by side, while she moved them further apart. Their eyes were just as wide.

I'm fairly sure comparisons to a red bull can were made too. While I never said she could show them my photos, I didn't explicitly say she couldn't either. On more than one occasion I caught a few downwards glances, smirks and the odd whisper to each other while looking in my direction. My gf had hot friends. I really didn't mind.

On one of her birthdays they all chipped in to hire a hot tub. Nothing untoward happened until late in the evening when there were four of us left, my gf and I, her best friend Sarah, and Sarah's older sister, Nat. All of us were pretty giddy. Sarah and Nat had to borrow costumes that both, to my delight, were far too small for them. If I could have engineered a foursome I absolutely would but this isn't porn.

Si I directed my arousal towards my gf, and started to get playful under the bubbles. I didn't think the other girls knew, but of course they did. I should perhaps have been more concerned than I was about my own excitement.

Anyway, we're all having fun. At one point I distract my girlfriend, pull the laces of her bikini top and toss it towards the house. She's just the right side of too annoyed, and decides to settle into the new status quo, with her round C cups with dark nipples floating half-in, half-out of the water. Little did I know she was planning her revenge.

As the only man in the pool, once everyone's glass was empty I felt it was my duty to get the drinks in. As soon as I stand up, about to step out of the tub while hiding my situation as carefully as possible, my gf springs into action and yanks down my shorts. They're very loose fitting, so even with the natural structural challenges they come off easily. I don't think my gf realised how turned on I was, and I'm the sort of person for whom exposure is an aphrodisiac. If I had been about 135 degrees, I immediately rose to 90. And it was pointing straight at Sarah. I don't react quickly. I give her time to take it in. In my head I can picture a slight lick of a lip, but that might be a false memory. This still isn't porn.

I could have reached for my shorts but I'm an exhibitionist and I'm proud of my arse too, so I leave them there and head in to get drinks. By the time I come back I've mostly softened, so although I'm not that much smaller in that condition, it's at least hanging down.

This isn't porn. Nothing else happens and eventually we all go to bed.

In the middle of the night I wake up desperate for a glass of water. I pull on my boxers and head for the living room/kitchen, where the sisters have made a mattress of cushions on the floor. They look to be dead to the world when I enter the room, but little do I know.

As I'm running the tap cold, I sense someone behind me, then feel something soft pressing into my back. I know it's not my girlfriend, who was completely spark out when I left her. A quiet voice in my ear confirms it's Sarah. "I need to feel it," she says.

Of course I should walk away. In fact I ought to run. Instead I freeze, while my cock returns to the state it was in when Sarah got a really good look a few hours earlier. I didn't say yes, but I definitely didn't say no, either.

That was enough for Sarah. She reaches around and slips her right hand into the elastic waistband of my shorts, finding me exactly as she wanted. I don't normally care for a handjob but in these circumstances I'm really not complaining. She doesn't need to tell me she can't get her hand around it, but I love hearing that sort of thing all the same. It brings me closer. I'm still arguably a passive participant in this, but I'm also aware this may be my only chance to get a touch of her too.

I turn around towards her and see she's wearing a pair of big pyjamas and nothing else. Her tits look incredible but that might just be because they're new. They're also incredible.

I drop my own shorts this time because I want her to get a really good look. Of course we'd both love to fuck but that's far, far too risky. Sarah resumes her ministrations, her hand feeling as soft and smooth and warm as some of the finest pussies I've ever been in. Not as perfect as her own, though, as I find out when my hand broaches her nightwear and I stroke one finger then two along her smooth, hairless lips. I love feeling how wet she is and continue on til I feel that glorious g spot texture, but it's more of a gesture. I'd love to make her cum, but there's no way we have time.

There's more than enough for me. Sarah is doing an amazing job, and two hands are better than one. Her repeatedly telling me I'm "so fucking big" and "cum for me" really doesn't slow the process.

From memory I don't know how long I last but it can't be more than five minutes. Still not porn. I do know we're close enough for her belly button to take the brunt. Sarah wipes me up and sends me back to the bedroom. I had hoped Nat had slept through it all, as I pass the cushions I see her sitting up, cupping her head in her chin with one hand and making no effort to disguise what she'd been doing with the other.

Maybe this is porn a bit.