The Masturbation Olympics, Part 2 – The Women’s Event

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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 judge’s decision. That left me as then only Team GB finalist in the women’s event.So, first the rules:1. 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.2. 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.3. 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.4. Extra points are awarded for squirting and twitching pussies during orgasm.The spectators are free to masturbate at will.There istanbul travesti 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 five 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 such a 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.We all took our positions on our couches. Two of the girls on hands travesti istanbul 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 4 was 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 semis.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.As with the men’s event, not much was happening for the first ten minutes as we all tried for the killer hands-free orgasm. My legs istanbul travestileri 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 then both put their arms together in a cross 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 four 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.Five minutes to go. It was a high-risk strategy but I decided to go with the hands-free option longer.

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