A story about group masturbation [GROUP]

The summer after I graduated high school was one of the best periods of my life. I had an incredibly close group of friends. We were all good kids – we were in band together, took all the same AP and honors courses together, and hung out together pretty much every night. We didn’t do drugs or drink, so parents were cool with us hanging out in the basement of whoever wanted to host that night. We ended up at my house more often than not, just because my basement had a pool table and my parents kept the refrigerator full of snacks and sodas.

Something changed in the group after we graduated. We’d all been close for years, but after graduation people started hooking up. It was common to go to one of these hangouts and make out with someone new. It wasn’t a big deal – it was just something that happened, and no one seemed to think too much of it.

One night a few weeks after graduation, we were at my house again. The group split into two – I was downstairs with a few girls playing pool, and the rest of the group was outside at the fire pit hanging out. I should mention – I don’t actually like playing pool. Normally when people played, I’d be adding songs to our Winamp playlist or playing cards with other people. But that night, the girl I’d had a crush on since we met as freshman was playing pool. So naturally, I was playing pool with her.

Layla was different from the other girls I’d dated to that point in my life. She was tall and athletic – she was going to a Division 1 school for running track. And boy, did she have the body for it. She was lithe and firm, with small perky breasts and long legs. As tight and hot as her body was, I was more attracted to her personality. Layla was, in a word – *dirty*. She openly talked about sex topics without fear or embarrassment. That night, she was talking about getting a tongue piercing to make blowjobs a better experience.

I have an older brother who had just moved out of the house a few months prior. He had a few boxes of stuff that he hadn’t moved to his new apartment yet. In between games of pool, Layla had idly started going through one of the boxes. Out of nowhere, she yelled:

“Oh my god, this is porn!”.

The others of us (myself, Megan, and Sharon), turned and looked at Layla. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to yell random things like that – just to get a laugh or a reaction. To all of our surprise, she held up a video – which was clearly porn.

We all giggled nervously, unsure of what to say. After a moment of awkward silence, we started going back to the pool table.

“Well, we’re not going to watch it?” asked Layla.

Again, the rest of us giggled nervously. I was no stranger to watching porn, but never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought about watching it with other people.

“It’ll be fun,” said Layla. “We can laugh at how awkward and silly it is!”

Before I knew it, she had taken the video over to the TV and popped it in. Within a few seconds, we were all sitting on the couch or floor awkwardly watching porn together.

At first, there was a nervous energy in the group. We laughed during the first scene, which I remember being fairly mundane. It didn’t seem to be a sexual experience -at first. We laughed, we made jokes… Slowly, the jokes stopped. By the time the scene ended (facial cumshot, as I remember), no one was saying much of anything. We were transfixed – the sexual tension in the room was rising fast, along with my quickly rising erection.

The second scene started – it was a lesbian scene. With a voice that was huskier and deeper than usual, Layla said to no one in particular:

“This is my favorite kind of porn.”

I sat on the couch, Layla to my left, totally aware of how quiet the room had gotten – except for the sound of the porn in the background. My breathing was rough and heavy, and my throbbing erection in my shorts was desperate for a release.

“I can’t take it any more,” said Layla again. “I”m going to touch myself. You can all join if you want.”

I’ll never forget that sentence: you can all join if you want. As she said everything, Layla said this with such conviction and belief that it was no surprise when a few seconds later she slipped a hand under the hem of her shorts and started rubbing.

It was like something out of a dream – one which I could not believe I was living. Sitting right beside me, the girl of my dreams was watching porn and masturbating. Without shame or embarrassment, she slowly stroked her pussy with her fingers beneath her shorts. I could hear her fingers playing with her pussy, which was obviously wet with excitement and anticipation.

I was dimly aware of what was happening around me. One of the other girls, Sharon, had taken her shirt off and exposed enormous breasts with rigid erect nipples. She was watching the video, fingers twisting and pinching her nipples and playing with her breasts.

I could sense Layla was getting more excited, growing bolder as she did. After a moment of hesitation, she lifted her ass off the couch and slid her shorts down her legs. She exposed her totally hairless pussy, the first I’d ever seen in real life. I’d been with girls before, but none had ever been hairless like her. She lifted her leg and rested it over mine – her eyes catching mine for a moment, demanding (not asking) that I go along with it.

Layla was really masturbating now – rubbing her clit hard and fast while she inserted the index finger of her other hand into her soaked pussy. It only took a few moments, but it felt like a lifetime.

“Oh god, I’m gonna come!” she exclaimed.

The rest of us watched, almost as if drunk, as Layla reached the point of orgasm. She came hard – the excitement and tension of the moment exploded out of her as she squealed and shook. Slowly, ever so slowly, her breathing came back to normal and she regained her composure.

Sharon, meanwhile, was approaching a climax of her own. She had been slowly but determinedly rubbing her own clit, eyes locked shut with the intensity of what she was experiencing. Then, without the verbal warning or exaggerated antics of Layla, Sharon’s body quivered and shook as she too reached orgasm.

No one said anything for a few moments. Sharon slowly opened her eyes as she shyly put her shirt back on.

Layla looked at me, still naked from the waist down, and said something I’ll never forget:

“You must be dying, huh?”.

What could I say? I nodded dumbly, my mind blank from what I was experiencing.

“Pull it out,” demanded Layla. “I want to see you go for it. I’ve never seen a guy come in real life before.”

From the look in her eye when she said it, I knew she was telling the truth. For all of her talk and bullshit, Layla was inexperienced sexually.

I stood up and pulled down my shorts. My cock, which was as hard as it has ever been in my life, was aching to be touched and played with. Without conscious thought, I began stroking my dick. At first, I had a feathery light grip – barely enough to feel my fingers. My mind was racing – was I really going to do this?

I started slowing down, unsure of what to do. Layla looked up at me, and said:

“Do it on me,” said Layla. “Like in the movies.”

She took her shirt off, revealing the small tits I had fantasized about seeing so often. That sealed it for me. I shook off my doubts, grasped my dick more firmly, and began stroking determinedly. Slowly at first, and then faster. The sensation was incredible. All three girls watched, which I have to admit was adding substantially to the erotic nature of what was happening.

After a minute or so, I could feel my orgasm building. I looked down at Layla, who only smiled up at me and encouraged me to stroke faster and harder.

My cock erupted in a fountain of jizz all over Layla’s chest and neck. It seemed like the orgasm would never stop – thick blasts of hot spunk shot out of my dick, which turned into meager dribbles. After what seemed like an eternity, I opened my eyes. I didn’t realize I had shut them, or that I had collapsed onto the couch following the epic cum shot.

Someone had stopped the tape, thankfully. No one said much of anything as those of us who had gotten naked started getting dressed again. I let Layla use my shirt to wipe herself off while I wandered upstairs to my bedroom to grab a clean shirt. After a few minutes, everything was cleaned up and the only evidence of what happened was in our collective memories.

As a (brief) postscript, I want to say that this incident was followed by a surreal three or four week period where the same basic thing happened a few more times. It was never spoken about that I can remember – we would just be hanging out at someone’s house, and then sometimes we’d all just masturbate together. Those stories aren’t as hot to me, probably because it wasn’t the first time it happened. It started out of nowhere, and ended about as quickly. No one ever really said to stop, it just kind of did.

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