The Masturbation Olympics, Part 2 - The Women's Event

Following an intensive selection process, both Jayne and I were selected for Team GB at the Masturbation Olympics. Over the last couple of weeks we competed in rounds of heats against people from all over the world and, unfortunately, Jayne was knocked out in the semi-finals by a questionable judges' decision. That left me as then only Team GB finalist in the women's event.

So, first the rules:

Like the men's event, competitors are given 20 minutes to reach an orgasm and the closer you get to that time, the more points you get. Heavy deductions are made for overrunning.

The 20 minute rule does not apply for hands-free cumming, the first to get there wins. Hands must be behind the competitor's back from the start though with no nipple play allowed.

Points are awarded for style and artistic impression. Couches with stirrups are provided if competitors like to give the judges clear views but other positions and techniques are allowed.

Extra points are awarded for squirting and twitching pussies during orgasm.

The spectators are free to masturbate at will.

There are six judges, all women as men are not good at spotting girls who fake it. Fake orgasms result in instant disqualification.

The crowd in the arena was getting loud now. Several thousand people packed into the stadium to watch me and 5 other finalists masturbate.

Me and the other five girls were marched into the arena to a great cheer as the TV cameras followed us closely and the pictures showing on the big screen. We took up position in front of our couches and the announcer introduced us one by one. The cameras zoomed in on our faces, down to our boobs and rested on our pussies to great cheers from the crowd. It was sucha turn on seeing my neatly trimmed pussy displayed in close-up on massive screens around the arena, every crease and fold clearly visible to the thousands watching. I'm starting to get very wet now, my heart beating very fast.

“Ladies, take your positions,” the head judge announced.

We all took our positions on our couches. Two of the girls on hands and knees, one on her side with a leg held high in the air. One flat on her back, legs spread wide. Me and the Spanish girl chose the stirrups, it's safe and steady and I considered it low risk (it worked for Greg in the men's event).

On Couch 1 was the Spanish girl. Very beautiful and with a completely shaved pussy.

I was in Lane 2.

On Couch 3 was the US girl. I'm no expert but her boobs were clearly false and over-enlarged, beautifully neatly trimmed pussy though.

On Couch 4was the Russian girl, clearly rattled by the presence of the American on the next couch.

Couch 5 had the surprise entry from Turkey with the most beautiful eyes. She got through with a hands-free cum in the semi's.

Couch 6 was the Irish girl. A redhead with a beautiful red bush that had barely been trimmed. She obviously saw this as her big asset.

“BANG!” The firing gun went off.

As with the men's event, not much was happening for the first 10 minutes as we all tried for the killer hands-free orgasm. My legs were in the stirrups as I tried to bring myself closer to orgasm with thoughts of Greg blowing his load in the men's event. It wasn't enough, I had to focus on something else. I looked around and saw Jayne in the front row in her Team GB tracksuit. She was looking anxious watching me.

A roar went up from the crowd. I looked to my right to see the groaning American girl squirt a huge fountain into the air with two of the judges watching very closely.

NOOOO! She can't have won! I was devastated. The two judges watching put their heads together. They broke apart and the both put their arms together in across across their chest to show that the entry was disqualified for faking.

Phew! Back to it.

Seeing Jayne brought forward memories of that night when we masturbated for each other. It was starting to work and I could feel my juices start to flow out of me and between my arse cheeks as I lay with my legs held high and pussy on display to thousands.

I looked across and all of the remaining 4 girls had given up on the hands-free option and were now vigorously rubbing and fingering their holes. The cameras swept from one close-up to another.

5 minutes to go. It was a high risk strategy but I decided to go with the hands-free option longer.

The Irish girl was breathing very heavily, her hips bucking up and down in time with her fingers as they thrust into her cunt with a squelch. “Oh no! I can't help it! I'm cumming!!” She cried out as she bounced around on her couch as the waves of orgasm overcame her. Despite being eliminated, she carried on fingering herself whilst watching the rest of us.

I looked down and saw Jayne rubbing herself through her tracksuit as she watched me perform. She is so beautiful to watch masturbating. I felt my orgasm approaching but could I get there in time? 3 minutes left.

Next the Russian girl stopped rubbing and fingering and simply stopped and stared at her pussy as willing her pussy not to cum. She was holding her breath. The crowd realised what was happening and went quiet. The Russian girl's body quivered as she fought off the approaching orgasm but all this did was make her whole body bounce into the air as the first wave struck her. Oohs and aaahs from the crowd as the Russian girl rode the waves of her orgasm. As she finished, she seemed to pass out and the paramedics stepped in while the rest of us carried on.

I'm in the medals, but what colour.

I looked across at the Spanish girl and she had a steady rhythm going rubbing her clit, meanwhile, I noticed the Turkish girl had the interesting technique of slapping her pussy, quite hard too. I leaned forward a little for a better view and could see that she had an unusually large clit, almost like a little penis. It was poking out through a thick bush of black hair and looked an angry shade of pink.

Back to me and I had reached a plateau where I couldn't seem to get any closer to my illusive orgasm and I was starting to think that the hands-free approach was a bad choice. However, Jayne came to the rescue. In the front row, she dropped her tracksuit bottoms to her knees. She thrust her hips forward exposing herself to me and pulled her pussy lips apart. She shouted above the crowd noise, “Come on Di! Remember when you first did this with me. Remember me cumming while you watched and how you felt when you did it for me!”

That brought me back on track, I could feel my juices start to flow again. My attention was caught by a sound from the Turkish girl. It was a series of short grunts. She had stopped slapping her cunt in an effort to stop the inevitable but that big clit throbbed and bounced as her orgasm struck and creamy cum dribbled out of her cunt. She could still win if I or the Spanish girl couldn't get there in the next couple of minutes.

I tried to focus on the memory of Jayne cumming for me and I watched her as she rubbed furiously at her pussy in the front row. I remembered her that night asking me to sit with my face inches from her cunt as she came before my eyes and how I did the same for her. I still use the memory of that night to masturbate to.

I was transported back to that orgasm where I must have passed out as I didn't realise that I had squirted into Jayne's face. All this was running through my mind then...blackness.

When I regained consciousness, I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of the paramedics as they leaned over my naked body. I realised my legs were still in the stirrups and remembered where I was. Then Jayne was at my side.

“You did it, Di! You won gold!”

Still confused.

“But what about the Spanish girl?”

“She came at 19.25 minutes and would have one but you came 10 seconds later, hands-free. That makes you the winner. The judges hadn't seen anything like how much you gushed and how you pussy was clenching when you came. You would have probably won on points easily.”

I was elated. My pussy was still throbbing and I felt very weak and wet so I asked Jayne to give my pussy a wipe before they whisked me away in an ambulance to get checked out.

Two hours later I was back for the medal ceremonies. The medallists were all naked and the men got theirs first. They got medals and they were hung on their erect penises in salute of the flags and anthem.

The women gold, silver  and bronze vibrators and, having seen the guys, decided to pop mine into my cunt for the ceremony.

Afterwards, Greg and I posed for photos in various positions as the golden couple before we managed to slip away for a good fuck for Queen and Country.