We were drinking; it probably would never have happened sober. Gus and Simon and Russ and his brother Rich and I were sitting around my apartment mixing drinks and trying them, watching a movie and after that talking. The subject turned to that Blowfish catalog I gave Gus, and then generally to sex. Gus brought up that conversation where Natalie has asked people how often then masturbated and Russ had denied masturbating at all."Oh, you lie!" came out of both Simon and Rich's mouths immediately on Gus's repeating that statement. Even I rolled my eyes that he expected anybody to believe that from a guy who used to run a slide show of pornographic .gifs as his screensaver.
Russ sputtered a few protests, but gave up when he saw we weren't going to listen. He mumbled something like, "Well, not since Leah and I got together," which I thought was nearly as unlikely but was willing to grant him an attempt to save face.
"So how often do you masturbate?" Gus directed at me, presumably wanting a female sample.
"Oh, depends on the time of month. Goes from 'not for a week and a half' to 'twice a day'."
Rich's eyes bugged out. Guess he hadn't thought of his old grad assistant as a sexual being before. "How about you?" I said back to Gus.
"Oh, toward the high end of that range," he smiled. Simon and Rich both tried to look insignificant so they wouldn't get called on next. Luckily, they were saved by Russ's curiosity in a different area.
"Do women really masturbate like in the porn videos?" he asked me.
"How should I know? I've never seen any porn videos with masturbation and I don't know how any woman but myself masturbates."
Several voices tried to tell me what women did in porn videos, but between the number of descriptions and some of them's lack of vocabulary to describe the anatomy and props, I wasn't enlightened. Simon finally joked, "You should just show us what you do."
"And what do I get in return?" I inquired in a means-business tone of voice.
A second of silence. Then Gus replied with his usual bluntness, "All of us jerking off watching you, probably."
"One at a time would be more fun for me, so I can watch each of you," I responded. "Hell, after watching four guys jerk off, I'd probably be ready for a second round -- if not sooner."
Lingering alcohol buzz and the fact that we'd already been talking about sex for an hour (I'm sure I wasn't the only person getting turned on just by the subject); that's probably what made them even entertain the idea. But it didn't involve touching anyone -- not much concern about infidelity or birth control or any issues that would have come with fucking. They agreed that each person would just do their own little demonstration.
"So, should I use just my hands or am I allowed props? I can do either, but I probably use the Purple Unicorn more often than not in real life."
Gus and Simon, who knew what the Purple Unicorn was, said "Use it!" immediately, so the brothers went along without knowing what they were voting for.
I got up from the floor and went into the bedroom, where I picked up the purple dildo with the spiral ridges. Back in the living room, I dragged my wedge pillow over to the space in front of the couch. Leaning back on the pillow, trying to position myself so the guys on the couch and papasan would have a good view, I started to caress myself through my clothes. First my breasts, rubbing the cloth across them with the flat of my palms. Then the thighs, what I could reach of them, rolling to one side to cup my own buttocks. Then finally rubbing my crotch, lightly but still enough to cause my hips to rise and push against the hand.
Then I started to unbutton my shirt, rubbing my arm against my right breast as I worked, then reaching inside to nudge the still-covering shirt out of the way and roll my nipples in their lace covering gently between my fingertips. I was already arching my back and squirming a bit against each touch, so I kept one hand working on a breast while I reached down to unbutton and unzip my pants. I had to give up on that while actually wiggling them off me, but as soon as my hands were free, one went back up to my left breast. The other hand I used to rub my clit through my panties.
Throughout all this I had been concentrating on my own sensations, aware of my audience and showing off for them, but not looking at them. Now, I opened my eyes and glanced at each of them in turn, from Rich on the papasan to Simon on the far end of the couch. All of them were rapt, seeming to forget anything else but the show they watched.
I unclipped the (conveniently front-closing) bra, pushed the cups out of the way, and caressed my bare breast briefly. But the ache inside me was getting too big to ignore much longer, so I slid one hand inside my panties to feel my dampness.
Then I lifted my hips up and tried to squirm out of the panties, always an awkward business to do lying down. Once they were down to my knees, I could use a foot to pull them along until they reached my other foot and I could toss them aside by waving that leg in the air. Some of my audience looked as though they'd like to have helped with the clothes.
I lay back again, spread my legs, and began to finger my clit directly. I couldn't help closing my eyes and making little closed-mouth moans. One finger circled my clit until my hips were jerking back and forth against it. Every so often I would quickly sneak my finger downward and slide it in and out of my cunt for lubrication. Finally I could take it no longer; I needed something all the way inside me.
The hand not massaging my clit grabbed the Unicorn. I rubbed its tip up and down my cunt lips, causing more squirming, when it contacted my clit, and then I plunged it inside me. My moans instantly got a lot louder.
I started out very slow, easing the dildo in and out of me with my right hand and fingering my clit with my left. I wasn't able to stay slow very long, though; it gradually sped up until I was pumping in and out of myself as fast as my wrist could move. I had my legs spread as wide as I could get them, but I wasn't even looking at my audience. I knew they were there and that was enough to add to my peaking arousal. Little spurts of liquid kept pushing out of me and I knew that the wet spot under me was going to be huge. Oh well. Right now I was trying to find that screaming peak -- usually I would have come already; the alcohol must be affecting my orgasm.
Finally, I straighten out my my legs into a big V in the air, rather than keeping them bent at the knee so my feet could stay close to the floor. The change made me feel more exposed, open to the hand and toy that were causing so much indescribable sensation, so my moans got higher and squeakier, my hands moved so fast my wrists started to ache, and I reached that wonderfully-too-much peak. As usual, my legs came together around my hands at my crotch as I writhed and shivered.
Even after the shocks of orgasm died down, I didn't move my hands away. I just lay there, letting my breathing return to normal. Gradually my eyes became willing to open again. All four guys were still staring at me. I smiled at them, opened my legs wider again, and slowly withdrew the dildo -- slowly, because each ridge passing the opening of my cunt sent another tremor through me.
Then I set the dildo upright on its flattened base on the entertainment center behind me. "I believe my turn -- at least my first one -- is over." I said. "Who's next?"
(Gus read this story and said he was racking his brain to think of a time when these five people were all drinking together, the setting was so realistic. I was quite pleased at that. Also, I always wanted to get a guy to write a male's eye view/sequel, but Gus isn't much of a writer and I'm not quite up to showing my fantasies to any of these others, so if there are any readers out there willing to give it a try, feel free to send it to josieromana@gmail.com)
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