Diana Butts - Ball in the family

"All these decadent thoughts and actions on the part of my pure wife!" Clif said. "And when we got married, there you were, all in white, the color of virginity…"

Both he and Ursula couldn't help laughing at the idea of her as a virgin bride. By the time they finally tied the knot, the two of them had already tried out just about every trick in the book.

Both Antonia and Clementine agreed that they thought it would be an awful lot of fun to have a masturbating race in front of the guys, and from the way the guys pricks were stiffening up, it was pretty clear what they thought of the idea.

"Wait," Clif said, "We've got to decide on the rules. Can instruments be used?"

The women looked at each other. Then Clementine said, "I think each woman should be allowed to masturbate in the way most suitable for her."

"The winner is the one who comes first?"

"Uh-huh."

"And how can we make sure that no one's pretending to come? Not that any of you would want to do such a thing, but if this is going to be a proper race, we have to get all of these things settled."

"That's easy enough," Antonia said. "The judges – you three men – can check out our cunts immediately on completion of the race to see how wet they are. Not that that might not vary rather a lot from woman to woman, but I think the other two will agree that our twats are a great deal wetter after we've come than before, however much we may lubricate up during the prelimininaries."

The other two nodded their agreement.

"Okay," Clif said, "the race starts in four minutes. You have until then to collect whatever implements and aids you might want."

Ursula decided that she didn't need any props to help her masturbate. She preferred the old-fashioned simplicity of using her fingers to tease her clit into a state of furious excitement.

Antonia came back from the kitchen with a soda water bottle, and Clementine reappeared with a large mirror which she had taken from the wall of Clif and Ursula's bedroom. She took some books from the book shelf in the living room and made a pile with them, against which she propped the mirror.

"I figure if you've got a cunt that other people enjoy looking at, you might as well get some fun out of looking at it yourself."

She lay down with the mirror about four feet from her crotch. She had propped her head up with a pillow, so it was possible for her to look in the mirror and gaze at the delicate labia and inviting hole.

"Oh your marks," Clif said. "Get set. Go!"

And at that the women all started to masturbate themselves while the men looked on eagerly.

Ursula ran her hand slowly down her belly, then slid it between her legs. She pressed her fingertips gently against the wet cuntlips, and then began to give her clit light little flicks with her thumb.

Antonia, on the other hand, after pressing the neck of the bottle against her labia a few times, slid it into her hole. The neck of the bottle sloped very gradually, so that she could get the mouth of it in quite far. And what was nice for her was the fact that by pressing the neck in, she could apply limitless variations of pressure to her cunt-lips, since the bottleneck did get wider and wider.

Clementine felt her clit swell up hard as she gazed at her cunt in the mirror. In fact, since her eyesight was good, she could even see the little thing grow larger. She moved her hands down to her pussy and used one of them to pull the lips of her cunt way back, so that it was a real hole that was gaping back at her. She slid the fingers of the other hand into that hole, and started to press them against the pussy-walls.

She let go of her cunt-lips, though, allowing the organ to close over her fingers, for she wanted one hand free for her breasts. She knew how sensitive they were, and knew that the right amount of fondling would do a lot to speed up the process of bringing herself to a come.

She cradled her tits in her right hand, lolling them about her chest from one side to the other. Her breasts were so long that it was even possible for her to have them hanging out on either side of her ribcage.

What she was concentrating on mostly up there, of course, were her nipples. She only had one hand free, but that hand was able to do quite a job going from one breast to another, stimulating the brown tips into a state of furious hardness.

Antonia was arching her back and tossing her head from side to side in passion, as she slid her bottle up and down inside her cunt. It felt quite similar to a prick, only colder and harder and, if she decided to press way in, thicker, too. Every thrust of the thing brought her labia pulling tantalizingly across her clit, which was throbbing with passion. Her free hand either caressed her breasts or went down to her crotch to aid the bottle in the task of stimulating her clit and labia.

Ursula was using what one might call the classic technique of female auto-stimulation. No mirrors or bottles for her, just good, skillful handwork. Her fingers danced lightly over the wet womanflesh, tantalizing her into a state of wild excitement.

"Uh!" she gasped. "Uhh! Uhhh!" She wasn't coming – not yet – but she soon would be. She plunged her fingers into her vagina again and again, while grinding her ass-cheeks against the carpet in excitement.

The men were watching all this with complete fascination. Their pricks were sticking out like poles, their balls were pulled up tight in their ballsacks, and it was obvious that they were going to be real lions when it came time to use that equipment of theirs.

Jack had gotten on the floor near his grandmother's cunt and positioned himself so that he could look either at the cunt itself, or at the reflection in the mirror. It was really exciting to switch back and forth from one to the other.

Each female was getting near her come now, and each one could guess that the others weren't far from the same point. The great beat-off race was nearing its conclusion, and the three pairs of hands were really working overtime in the effort each contestant was making to be first.

Antonia felt her body tense more and more, felt her clit get even stiffer… Ursula's cunt was a glowing mass of female excitement, and Clementine was so turned on that her forehead was glistening with little beads of sweat.

Suddenly, the three women were bucking and heaving with the force of their comes, as the excitement they had imparted with their hands, and the excitement inherent in simply participating in such a contest, released itself all at once.

Wham! Wham! Wham! Three lovely cunts, pounding, driving. Three lovely females, gasping, panting! It was wild, and the men had a hard time keeping from going off just on account of what they were seeing. There was certainly no need for a close check of pussies to see if anyone had cheated. The mere smell of cunt in the room was so strong that it was obvious that all three twats must be secreting a terrific amount of come-juice. And indeed the stuff could be seen to glisten on the dainty labia and the hands which had worked so hard to bring about the result.

"Who won?" Antonia gasped, "Who won?"

"Gee," Clif said, "it was pretty much a dead heat as far as I could see. I guess Ursula won."

"Are you sure?" Jack asked. "I rather thought that it was Clementine who managed to get it off first."

Jim added, "I was thinking that it might be Antonia who was the winner."

It was obvious that each guy had gotten so enthralled by the sight of one particular woman that he had not paid too much attention to the other two. Of course, it was almost better that way, since none of the three females had the embarrassment of having come in last, and although each would have liked to be the winner, the fun they had gotten out of beating off in front of the men was compensation enough for their efforts.