My first Hitachi party was when I was 17. Rumors had circulated around high school about these outrageous kinky meetups of dozens of girls where they’d take vast amounts of coke and Champaign and use the Hitachi wands on each other for hours, endlessly orgasming till the sun came up.
Me and Anna talked a lot about it – I mean, we talked about everything, including masturbation. And whilst neither of us had even tried a vibe of any kind we had google and fuck that looked intense. My favorite fantasy was the waif with the devil’s eyes that was my bff holding my hand as the other worked the Hitachi over and over.
The truth was more than a little bit different. Surprise surprise. Summer break. Thursday night. Invite from a friend to go with her to watch a movie at Jessica’s. No big deal. Only thing was we had to bring booze. So come Thursday I’m sneaking out with rum and pj’s. I get there and there are 5, including me. I don’t know what Jessica’s parents did, but clearly it was enough. I half knew Jessica, history nerd. Not fat, but ‘pudgy’, and the most alive personality. Super friendly. HUGE boobs.
Time moves on. 5 teenagers. MovieS done. Midnight. A serious dent in the alcohol. Credits rolling Anna turns and gets close to my ear, and whispered hotly.
“Stace” – me “You know we talked about the Hitachi parties?” – I was frozen. I knew what her next line was going to be and a curl inside me, deep in my pussy, swirled and my nipples instantly hardened. A pause so long you could jump across. “This is it.”
Adrenaline dropped. And from my slumped position I starred across the silence in the room as 4 pairs of eyes waited my next move.
Heart in my mouth. Feeling like I’d won the lottery. My own fantasy now a racecar in the red. I sat up and stripped of the thin cotton vest with a wicked smile and said. “It’s about fucking time!”. Smiles and little wordless yelps of glee popped off and as I sat there, my blushed 34C chest rising and dropping above the not-dull, not-VS yellow lacy bra I saw Jessica get up before my vision was crowded with Anna again, her face close to mine as she stood and bent before me.
“Oh My God Stace, this is so fucking awesome.” She cheekily gave my left tit a squeeze and gave me a kiss on my nose- which was the first sexual move of ANY kind she’d made on me – DOUBTS CONFIRMED!!!.
When I could see the room again Rachel was just in panties and her chocker. April had disappeared altogether. And Jessica was stood in front of me, a red leather chest now on the table, her hands on the lid, about to open.
“Now Stacy, you. YOU. are hot as fuck. And this, this is the Hitachi club.” I could hear my heartbeat in my head. “So you know what happens here, yes?” I nodded. “Good. Well, if you want to leave and be boring now’s your chance. If you stay, well, there’s no champagne or cocaine, but you might down in orgasm. Are you in? If you leave, you can never come back, you’re dead to us. ALL of us.”
I looked over to Anna, who was biting her lip, hands in lap, kneeling on the sofa beside me. Rachel was now knelt on the floor looking up at the back of Jessica’s head. I nodded again. More smiles. Me included! “Oh fuck yes. Gimmie!”
She opened the chest and, there atop purple velvet was TWO Hitachi wands.
“Now, as you’re the newest you’re the kitten. There’s certain first timer rituals, and always do what April say’s or you’re out. Out on the street, wearing whatever you’ve got on at the time. Clear?”
I clenched my toes and pushed my knees together, teasing the little excitement that was building in my pussy. “I’m in!”
“Good choice kitten.” Said April from the door way. My mouth literally dropped at what she was wearing.
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