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The Masturbate-A-Thon, Part IV

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So we all gathered around the stage as Robert explained the rules. We were a crowd of around 100 people, all naked, about 30% female, 70% male.

I noticed a few men were now sporting erections, but most weren't, even though they were absolutely surrounded by beautiful, naked people, wearing nothing but colored wrist straps. First, Robert apologized for not being more informative a bit sooner. Seems he was caught up in last-minute details. Then he introduced Carol Queen, Ph.d., the other half of the organizing team. Together they told us what's what: 1. Most of us were here because we had pledges for the amount of time we could masturbate. Some had received pledges for number of orgasms instead. There were a few tag-team masturbaters. And some just paid a $40 entrance fee. Those would be people who couldn't, or wouldn't get pledges.   Perhaps they were too shy to ask their friends to support their masturbation.   I can certainly understand that.   They'd rather pay the $40 than get in for free with pledges. 2. There was also a spectators area, behind a rope to one side of the main room. People had bought tickets, like for any event, just to sit there and watch. Personally, I wouldn't have been able to stand that. I'd want to join the fun. But whatever. That area consisted of about 30 or 40 chairs arranged in four rows. Already, there were about six people sitting in the chairs.   They looked normal enough, dressed in ordinary clothing, and as far as i could see, there was nothing 'weird' about them.  Nothing weird about us naked people, also. Interestingly, we weren't all extreme extroverts, we weren't all movie stars or geeks. Just seemingly ordinary people. Interestingly, you can tell a lot less about a person (or what you assume about a person) when you see that person sans clothing.   On the other hand, many people who you wouldn't think of as overweight when clothed, do seem a bit heavy when naked. 3. For those with pledges by the minute, the masturbation was to begin shortly. We had to touch ourselves in some sort of masturbatory way for 55 minutes of every hour. We could take a 5 minute break to hit the restroom, eat some refreshments, or just rest our arms. For those who were going for number of orgasms, they were assigned a volunteer, one of the psychology graduates, to observe, and for the women at least, there would have to be a degree of honesty, since an observer can't always tell when a woman is orgasming.   For the men, too, it turns out that after a few orgasms, nothing visible may spurt out.vv For those going for time, it didn't matter if we orgasmed or not, as long as we were willing to keep going. 4. There was to be no touching of others, just ourselves. Except for the tag-teams. For them, it was all about touching each other.   One would masturbate a team member for a while, and that person would then rub another, and so on.   It turns out the no-touching rule was violated a number of times by willing individuals throughout the day. No one was impolite or rude that i could see. Everyone asked for permission before just reaching out. 5. There was to be no alcohol consumption, no smoking - all the usual public things, and violators would be unceremoniously expelled. 6. There was a women's only room that was not to be entered by men. This was for shy women. As it turned out, very few women used that room. Most stayed in the large public room. 7. As you already know, those who were willing to be filmed had to have a wrist strap indicating they had signed a consent form. 8. We were allowed to use the sex toys presented by the organizers. They had a few dozen dildos, rubbers, books, vibrators of several types, and a few contraptions such as a sling, and a thing that looked like a porta-potty, but had a dildo rising from the middle. At exactly noon, Carol took the microphone and excitedly told us to begin masturbating. I grabbed my currently soft penis, and began as I looked around the room. There were some ordinary people, people that you might consider ugly (although it surprises me that all people seem more beautiful when naked than when clothed), and some real lookers. There was a young, thin blond man that I could barely stop from staring at. Later, I got into a very nice conversation with him, and several others as we sat cross-legged in a circle on the floor, talking about ordinary things such as carburation vs fuel injection, while we idly stroked ourselves. There was an extremely attractive tall, thin, light-skinned Asian woman wearing nothing but a cowboy hat. Oh, yes, hats were allowed. She seemed restless, walking in long strides back and forth across the room as she rubbed her clitoris.   Another woman had a headband that sported cat ears. Cat. as she called herself, was what some might call 10 or 20 pounds overweight.   I just thought of her as pleasantly rounded. I somehow expect large breasts on a heavyset woman, but hers were rather small, with small diameter pink nipples coming to very erect points.   Her crotch area was shaven except for a small black short curly patch above her vagina. The color matched her long straight hair. She had a heart tattooed on one shoulder. She sat on a reclining chair rubbing herself and occasionally having loud orgasms right from the beginning of the event. I do believe she was a serious extrovert. There was a young husband and wife (I assume) sitting facing each other rubbing themselves, and staring intently into each other's eyes. A group of young women had camped in one corner of the room. They looked like they were having a picnic, sitting on a blanket spread on the floor. But instead of eating, they were doing... well, you know. The woman who looked to be about 14 was among them. One of the volunteers, the woman who greeted me in the very short shorts, was conversing with random men and women around the room as she rubbed her neatly trimmed bush. Since she was one of the psych grads, she didn't have to masturbate, but she seemed to enjoy doing so.  For some reason I'll never understand, she picked me to give a great show.  Perhaps it was because I started to have a more in-depth conversation with her. I find you get much more out of life if you're willing to communicate well.   Anyway, she laid down on a mattress on the floor in front of me, opened her legs very wide to my extreme delight, and while I stared, not quite knowing whether I should be staring or not, she brought herself to a crashing orgasm. Then, as casual as if a traffic light turned green, she said she should mix, and walked away to some other people. There was an average-size very bronze-skinned fellow there wearing a cock ring who had a very large dick, which was fully erect right from the start. He was examining one of dildos, found some cream, and a moment later, rather roughly shoved it way up into his ass.   Later in the day, I tried talking with him, but he had such a thick accent (Portuguese from Brazil, I think), that I couldn't really hold on a conversation with him. I did find out he was a computer programmer, one of the thousands employed in the San Francisco Bay Area. He too, was an extrovert. He went over in front of the spectator area, which now contained about 20 people, laid on the floor, and spread his legs wide, giving them a real show of his dildo action. Meanwhile, a short, freckled, red-headed girl was laying face down on a pillow with her hand pressed under her pussy, and her legs spread wide. As I walked over, still stroking myself, of course, I could see her fingertips working into her slit, and her asshole was on total public view. This really gets me - to see women's assholes, and my dick which had remained soft for the twenty minutes or so since noon, now sprang to attention.   She glanced right at me, and I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to watch, or turn away and give her some privacy, or what. Then I saw Franklin standing opposite me, and he was staring right at her, and of course totally shamelessly stroking his large erection.   I quickly figured out that she enjoyed being watched. For her, that was the whole point - it really excited her to be seen by strangers. I can certainly understand that, can't you? Notice I used the word "shamelessly." That's the main point that the Masturbate-a-thon teaches. That masturbation is not a shameful act. Oh, sure, you shouldn't just open your pants and start rubbing yourself in a public library. But our society has made much too much of a secret of the whole masturbation paradigm. The day progressed. By now, there were around 120 naked people, and twenty spectators. I figured I would ejaculate much too soon, lose the mood, and have to head home. But no, I was able to edge for hours. More about that later. I have quite a bit more to tell. I don't know how much more I'll write, unless some of you let me know you're enjoying hearing about the Masturbate-a-thon, but in any case, I will tell you what happened with Nina Hartley in the next installment, or one after that, depending on how long this explanation stretches out. 'Till next time...

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