Krissy chose the G-spot stimulator. She grabbed it and grinned—she apparently had a plan!
And what was I going to do? I wasn’t so sure. I never masturbated in a room full of people and I had to be the trailblazer here. I let my body guide me to the direction of my pleasure; that’s the advice I wanted to give to Maya, and I suppose it’s easier to show than tell. I reached out my hand, and surprisingly, my inner horniness told me to reach for the small glass butt plug. How did that happen? I was clearly possessed by an anal ghost. It was a month of exploring, so this seemed to make sense. The other girls cheered for the butt plug, and I grew more excited by their shouts.
We all sat in our self-chosen areas of the couches. There was a moment of silence wondering who should start. Like, we needed an official starter to wave a masturbation flag, shoot a pistol, and say, “On your mark, get set, go fuck yourselves!”
Krissy, of course, started it off. She raised her buzzing Hitachi in the air and ever so daintily brought it down against her pussy lips. It set us all off. She was like, my hype woman. My second in command. I was Santa and she was Rudolf, leading the way with a bright, red, LED pulse-setting button.
The room became scented with the smell of our collective mounting desire. If there had been any mirrors in the room, they would have fogged up immediately.
I pulled my spandex down to my ankles, I took the lube and massaged it around my vagina. I knew I needed to work my way up to the butt plug; I’d never done any anal insertion before, so it was prudent to go slow. I felt like I was transported back to my bedroom and I surprisingly had no anxiety at all being in a room with strangers and no pants on.
Lucy wasted no time; she didn’t even use any lube. She took the G-spot stimulator and harshly jammed it up inside her. She grunted, spread her legs out, and took up most of the couch. She thrust the toy in and out and in and out of her and very deep ohhhs and aaahs came out of her mouth. This was definitely a mature, horny woman masturbating and not a younger girl. She knew exactly what spot in her vagina wanted nurturing. Her masturbation was so carnal, so gut wrenching, and so necessary. She was a maid on a mission. Her body elongated even further on the couch and she reached out her unoccupied hand and grabbed mine. She squeezed my palm as she pounded her own pussy. I barely knew her, but I felt so connected. I paused my own personal stimulation, I held her hand and simply watched. This was pure female connection, the formation of both pleasure and friendship.
Meanwhile, Krissy and Maya had their own incredibly angelic moment going on.
“Stand up and just jump around for a minute,” Krissy said. “I know it might sound silly but just loosen your body up! That’s why I go out dancing at clubs so much. It raises my endorphins! It makes my body feel like a gummy-worm,” she giggled. She was just so cute. A younger, bitterer me would have hated her in high school.
Maya awkwardly stood up and jumped. Her body was not even close to gummy-worm. She was frigid.
“Again!” Krissy demanded. Maya jumped again, this time with a bit more fluidity but not that much. “Breathe in deep and breathe out!” said Krissy. “Now yell! Scream! AHHHHHHHHHH!” She let out a high-pitched howl. Maya echoed back with what seemed like a slight cough. I wonder what this scene would look like to an outside spectator—a woman in her mid-forties, masturbating, and a girl in her mid-to-late twenties jumping up and down and screaming next to a nervous young virgin. It was definitely quite a sight.
“Here! Take some lube and just stick it down your pants!” Krissy squirted a dollop of oozing liquid into Maya’s hand. She took a deep breath and stuck her hand down her pants without even unzipping them.
“Now just relax! Feel around a little.” Maya jerked her hand around, she sort of looked like she had a nervous twitch. But she was gaining more comfort in her own way, and at her own pace.
Krissy left Maya to her business and quickly stripped off all her clothing. I don’t know how she did that. Were they Velcro? She was definitely an exhibitionist, so maybe it was all practice. She bared her nakedness proudly, her perky, small boobs, tight stomach, and creamy-white skin gleaming enticingly under the soft lights. Her mess of pastel, multicolored hair was pulled up into a chaotic bun; she was art erotic. She sauntered over to the stripper pole, and began to dance around it to the tune of her own drum and bass song in her head that was most likely mixed and remixed by Jimmy. I hoped that lucky bastard appreciated what he had with her.
Meanwhile, Maya worked up the courage to pull her jeans slightly down. Not down to her ankles, but to her thighs. I could see her fingers move around like bugs underneath her cotton panties. Her dark pubic hair stuck out from the sides. Her glasses were beginning to fog up. She breathed quickly in and out and in and out. Krissy stopped pole twirling for a second to check on her, and clapped in approval at the sight, like a proper masturbation elf helper. On the other side of the room, Lucy continued to thrust away, hitting her inside with the round side of the toy. I could hear the wet moisture coming from her vagina. Her pussy lips looked so hungry; so many layers of meaty flaps clenched onto the silicone steel toy, swallowing it like a straw. It was so hot to watch.
Suddenly, Krissy stopped dancing, grabbed her Hitachi wand, and walked over to Maya, a devious look in her eyes. She grabbed Maya’s hand and pulled it out of her underwear, replacing her manual stimulation with the whirring Hitachi. Maya’s eyes lit up, she let out a loud noise, and I could see drops of moisture sweating through the cotton. Finally.
Elated, Krissy confidently wrapped her naked legs around Maya’s crotch, so that the Hitachi wand suspended between them, vibrating them both. Krissy took Maya’s hands and placed them on her tiny nipples.
“You can squeeze them, bite them, slap them, do whatever you want,” Krissy said with a smirk. Maya smiled; she was on a sensory overload. Their legs tightened up around each other; Maya’s panties still on. Krissy hit a button on the wand and upped the speed on it, making it stronger and stronger. Their moans got louder and more simultaneous. They were beginning to morph together into one orgasmic creature.
I watched everyone and got lost in the entertainment, forgetting about my own pussy for a moment. Or so I thought. My hand reached down and I was incredibly wet, and it wasn’t from the lube. I was aroused. The mixture of different personalities coming together and cumming together was just so sexy.
I grabbed a rabbit masturbator. I learned that my pussy was a bit stubborn and needed both clitoral and internal stimulation at the same time, so those rabbit toys were perfect for me. The little tentacle at the end tickled my clit and then the vibrating dildo pulsed against my G-spot. It was a multitasking toy that paired perfectly with lube and some imagination, but today I didn’t need any imagination because I had a fantasy happening before my eyes. I still held onto Lucy’s hand, I whispered to her, “Cum for me. I want to see you cum. I want you to cum.”
I could tell she was getting close. Perhaps, with her marriage situation being what it was, she wanted someone to give her permission or encouragement to climax. I don’t know. I really did want to see her cum, her body was so thirsty for an orgasm. Her pelvis shook, she thrusted the toy so deeply and strongly inside herself I was worried it might break in half. She held my hand tightly. My own vagina got looser and looser and welcomed my rabbit masturbator deep inside me. Harder and harder she went on herself, her legs began to shake and her toes wiggled around. Her large thighs were wet with sweat and pussy juices dripping down from inside her. She let out a loud, deep moan, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she held my hand tighter and tighter, and, yes! She was cumming. It was a long climax, I think this was multiple orgasms. She jolted and quivered, again and again, and finally melted into the couch. She slowly took the toy out of herself and it was covered in thick, beautiful juices. I was so happy for her. She smiled, and said, “Thank you.” She rested her eyes, and sat in a post orgasm coma, in her frilly costume.