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 Hilary & Grace I: University Girls Watch

   This all happened in the early '80s when I'd just turned thirty.  I was
a working as a superintendent, caretaker and cleaner for a few houses in a
good neighborhood just north of the University of Toronto.  The property
owner rented exclusively to students, which was fine by me.  I got along
well with students then and still do, they remind me of my own university
days.

   In late August two young women moved into an apartment in one of the
houses, right above where I lived with my girlfriend of the time.  I handed
over the keys then helped with some minor moving and chatted a while. 
Their names were Hilary and Grace.

   Grace was a slim and very fit Chinese-Canadian with great legs and an
extremely pretty smile.  Hilary was English by her accent, a bit plain by
comparison but still cute.  She had a quick sharp wit.  I think both of
them were sophomores, second-year students.  They mentioned rooming
together the previous school year at St.  Hilda's, the women's residence of
Trinity College.  It's a well-known college within U of T.

   The young ladies were old enough to flirt lightly when I helped them but
still young enough to giggle.  It was a charming combination.  However, I
was already living with a woman and didn't take any of it seriously.

   Since puberty I've had a number of opportunities to stroke my cock while
women watched and it's always been a huge rush for me.  I'm not as brave as
many flashers and I've always wanted to be sure the women enjoyed watching.
For me, nothing wilts a hard-on faster than a woman becoming upset, angry
or afraid of me.  I'm not judging anyone else for their preferences, just
saying those are mine.

   Early one Friday afternoon a week or so after the girls moved in, I'd
finished my work on the houses and was relaxing on the couch in our living
room.  My girlfriend wouldn't be home from her full time job for hours but
I was feeling randy and started rubbing my cock through my jeans.  After a
few minutes I slid jeans and briefs down to my knees, grabbed a few tissues
and started into serious stroking.

   The window drapes were pulled shut, the front and back doors were locked
and I was alone, so all of my attention was on enjoying what was in my
hand. But in the back of my mind I was dimly aware of voices and noises
from upstairs.  Suddenly, something clicked and I began to listen closely,
still stroking my cock.

   It was Hilary and Grace.  Their voices were loud and clear, coming right
through the ceiling, right above my head.  They were chatting to each other
and giggling loudly, they weren't even trying to be quiet.  And they were
talking about me -- they were talking about what I was I doing, they were
commenting to each other about my cock and balls and how I was jerking off!
Somehow, they could clearly see me from their apartment up above.

   For a moment I froze, caught completely by surprise.  I think my eyes
snapped up to the ceiling for an instant but then I immediately looked
away. I didn't want to discourage them.  My erection started to droop from
the shock but then I began trying to encourage them.  Every time they said
something or giggled, I gave my cock a few strokes; when they were quiet I
paused.  They quickly caught on.

   "I think he knows we're watching" said Grace in a loud but coy voice.

   "I think he likes it" Hilary replied archly.  There was the sound of a
one-sided grin, almost a smirk, in the amused and slightly-superior way she
said it.  My cock instantly came back to full attention.

   I was still rattled by this unexpected opportunity but I sure didn't
want to waste it.  Slowing down my hand, I tried to give them as much
pleasure as I felt, knowing they were watching me.  I stroked my cock,
moved it from side to side and bent it forward, showing them every angle,
trying to encourage them to keep talking.  After an especially loud burst
of giggles I slowly slid back my foreskin and displayed the thick purple
head.  "Oh, yeah!" cried out Hilary, and Grace laughed.

   It was obvious they both were really enjoying watching me.  The more I
did, the more they talked and commented to each other and giggled.  I slid
off my jeans and briefs, lifted my knees and spread my legs; rubbed and
squeezed my balls and kept slowly fisting my cock.  Then I changed my grip
and switched hands, stroked it with my fingertips, did everything I could
to entertain them and to delay the pressure of a climax building up inside.

   As I kept going I could sense the tension increasing for them too. 
Grace said less and less but when she giggled at some of Hilary's comments
I could hear the sexual excitement in her voice.  Hilary got bolder and
louder, more confident in what she was saying.  I started rocking my hips
as I stroked, bucking up off the couch; I ran my tongue in circles around
my lips and licked over my moustache.  Occasionally I glanced up at the
ceiling and once I heard Hilary say "He's really getting into it now" with
smug satisfaction.

   Finally, I knew I couldn't hold back any more and started to pump steady
and hard.  The girls quieted down but I could still hear the creak of the
floorboards above as they shifted their weight, an occasional comment or a
sudden nervous giggle.  Within a few minutes I could feel my balls tighten
-- and just then Hilary said breathlessly "here he goes!"

   I started squirting cum all over the tissues on my chest, thick long
streams of cum, splashing on my t-shirt and right up to my throat and even
onto my face.  My legs opened wide and my hips arched up, I could hear both
the girls exclaiming -- don't ask me what they said -- and it felt like my
entire body was gushing out my cock.  Slowing down, I managed to aim the
last few squirts onto the tissues.  But my chest and stomach were already
soaked, wet and sloppy with cum.

   In a daze I picked up the tissues and tried to wipe up the puddles of
cum with one hand, still reluctant to let go of my cock with the other. 
Finally, I sat up and went to the bathroom, pulled off my t-shirt and
started cleaning up.

   Up above I heard quick footsteps as Hilary headed for the bathroom. 
Grace called out "Don't be in there too long, I have to use it too!" and
Hilary laughed.  From the tone of both their voices, it was obvious they
weren't just talking about needing to take a pee.

   This was the very first time I jerked off while Hilary and Grace
watched. It wasn't the last time, and they weren't the only young women who
would look down and see me from their apartment up above.  My girlfriend
was around for the weekend and I didn't dare do anything then, but the
following Monday morning began a week I'll never forget.