They hurried upstairs and found Molly sitting at the foot of the bed in Mae's white robe with a grin on her face. The robe was open quite a bit.
"So...from that expression I'd say you decided that yes, we should masturbate?" Trent asked.
"Basically," Claire replied, pushing the door most of the way closed behind them once they were all inside. "I've heard from you and Molly and I've thought about it, and ultimately I think this is an okay thing. The biggest concern you have is that Molly might only be agreeing to this because she's in emotional turmoil over recent events. And after talking with her, I don't think that's what's happening. I think she'd do this even if she'd come down here for a fun visit."
"I would," she agreed. "Honestly I've kinda been thinking about doing this for a bit now. Now that I've got this...I don't want to say problem, because I don't want to insult you, but now that I've got this, um, issue of not knowing how I feel about you, I've been trying to think of ways to sort of like...sneak up on the problem? Like I'm not ready to just dive in and fuck you or suck your dick or something, not yet, but with little stuff, like the kissing, or hand-holding, or being naked together, or fucking other people in front of each other...it helps."
"Apparently," Trent replied. "Uh, well, I'm ready if you are, but we should definitely call Mae, at least for a little bit."
"Oh yeah! I wanted to just put her on speaker so she could listen to this. If that's cool?"
"Also I want in on this," Claire said.
"Um...yeah, that's all cool," he replied.
"Awesome!" both Molly and Claire said at the same time, and Claire began taking her clothes off.
"This is unreal," Trent muttered as he started undoing his belt.
"What? The fact that you're in a room with three hot women who are all getting naked and are going to masturbate with you?" Molly asked as she navigated her phone.
"Yeah, that."
"Well, two and a half hot women," Claire murmured as she tossed her shirt aside.
"You're plenty hot, Claire. You've got an ass to die for," Molly replied.
"I definitely could stand to lose some weight," she said, looking down at herself.
"I dunno, I think that's true of like, what, seventy percent of America now? But I still think you look good as you are now. Fuck, if anything I've definitely gotten, uh...kinda chubby," Molly murmured, looking down at herself now.
"If there was anyone some extra weight looked good on, it's fucking you," Ann said.
"Well, I-oh! She's picking up," Molly whispered.
"Hello!? What's going on over there?!" Mae asked with a tone that conveyed barely-restrained glee.
"We're all about to whack off," Trent replied and Mae began giggling manically.
"I wish I was there! Can we do this when we get home?!"
"Sure," Molly replied. "If it won't weird Bea out."
"It won't," Bea said, a little quieter, "I've seen you all naked and fucking before."
"I feel kinda weird. This'll be a first and two of my girlfriends aren't actually here," Trent said, pulling his boxers off.
"First how?" Molly asked. "I mean I guess we haven't done mutual masturbation before…"
"Yeah, like that, but more specifically, this'll be the first time I've jacked off since moving here."
"Oh, right," Molly said.
"Wait...what?" Ann asked.
"Yeah...what?" Bea asked.
"For real?" Mae asked.
"That's impressive," Claire murmured.
"You really haven't tugged your dick since before we met?" Mae asked. Several of them immediately began laughing. "What!?" she demanded.
"Mae, tugged his dick? What?!" Bea cried.
"You get what I'm saying!"
"I really haven't jacked off since meeting you Mae," Trent replied. "I haven't felt the urge. Anytime I'm horny I go find one of you."
"...holy shit, for real?" Bea asked. "I mean, I know we fuck a lot, but, like...you actually haven't jerked off since moving here?"
"For real," he replied.
"Impressive," Claire repeated.
"Well, I mean, I've got three girlfriends. Three and a half," he replied.
"Am I the...half?" Molly asked uncertainly.
"No, I am," Claire replied. "And that is impressive, Trent. I stand by what I said."
"She has a point," Molly agreed.
"Okay, okay, get to whacking," Mae said, and several of them laughed again.
"You said that weird. Like...southern?" Trent asked. "Like a little?"
"Why...oh! I know why, I'm thinking about Beavis and Butt-Head The Movie, where Hank Hill finds Beavis in his trailer or whatever, and he's all like 'You'd better not be a-hwhackin' it in here!' and that's always what I think of now," she replied, then giggled harder.
"You're kinda ruining the mood, Mae," Trent said.
"Oh! Shit! Sorry! Go, go on! Do sexy things!"
"I'm pulling over for this," Bea said. "We need some more gas anyway."
"Let's do it," Molly said, standing and throwing off the robe.
"...holy fuck," Claire whispered.
"What?" Molly asked, but her expression and tone said she knew exactly what.
"You are, like...insanely hot. Your tits are amazing, and I'm straight," Claire replied.
"And your hips...you're like a supermodel porn star," Ann murmured.
Trent thought about what he'd told Molly by the pond's edge, about how she was more than her body, and wondered if maybe this might not be the best conversation. But then he saw the expression on her face, how pleased she was, and reconsidered. It was a deeply complicated subject, but even if Molly was more than her tits and ass, it wasn't either-or. It wasn't binary. She could still be sexy and healthy at the same time.
Though he imagined it was going to take awhile to sort out her mental health.
They finished stripping naked. There was enough room on the bed to accommodate the three women, if they didn't mind being pretty close to each other, and they didn't. Trent ended up dragging Mae's chair to the foot of the bed and sitting there.
"You sure you're cool for me to use your vibrator?" Molly asked as she got settled.
"Yeah! Totally!" Mae replied. "It's the red one!"
"Oh right, Claire needs something," Ann murmured.
"I would appreciate it," she murmured.
"Fuck, why didn't I get you a vibrator?" he asked.
"I guess it never came up," Claire replied. "Would you? I've never used one of those big wands before…"
"Here, you can use my old one," Ann said.
"No wait," Bea said suddenly, "you can use mine, Claire."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yeah, you should get a taste of it and as long as you wash it, I don't care."
"Thank you, Bea."
"Oh you're gonna be thanking me a lot more after you're done, and then you'll be thanking Trent really hard after he buys you one," Bea said.
"Probably," Claire agreed.
They grabbed their wands and got settled.
"You don't have one?" Molly asked. "Oh, right, no need," she added before he could respond.
"We ready?" he asked.
They all said they were.
"I'll start us off," Molly murmured.
She readjusted herself a little, spread her legs a bit more, then thumbed the stud. The wand began vibrating. "Whoa," Claire said, "that's kind of intense."
"And it's the lowest setting," Molly replied. "You might want something between yourself and it. It can be kinda, um...intense, for the first time."
"Yeah, use a sock," Ann said. "Trent, could you-"
"Yep," he replied, getting back up. He began to reach for one of the discarded socks, but then figured that might not be the best thing to push against your own pussy, then he fished out one of Mae's clean socks and gave it to her.
"Thank you," she murmured, a little awkwardly, as she fit it over the big, padded head.
"Ah-ho-ho," Molly gasped as she applied it to her crotch. She trembled, all of her, a wonderful sight to see.
"Ah!" Ann cried, doing the same thing. She bucked her hips a little, raising herself up as she opened her mouth wide and rubbed the wand slowly against herself.
Trent hurriedly sat down and watched as Claire applied it slowly to herself. "Oh shit!" she cried, then let out a long, loud moan.
"Whoa! That sounded hot!" Mae cried.
"It is hot," Trent replied.
He watched them, particularly Claire. She was moaning loudly, almost incoherently, and it was mildly comedic as her moans rose and fell in sync with her hands as she pressed the wand's head against herself and then let off, then brought it back again. Mostly though, it was just fucking hot. Her tits jiggled nicely. So did Molly's. Fuck.
It did feel kind of weird to grasp himself and start jacking off again after so long. But he'd done it enough in his life to fall back into it quickly enough. It felt strange, though. Or maybe just really intense. Was that because it had been so long? Or because he was watching three women masturbate as they watched him?
Didn't really matter.
Honestly, all other thoughts were evaporating as he listened to the sounds of three women moaning in sexual pleasure as they used the wands. Several minutes went by.
"Trent…" Molly panted.
"Yeah?" he murmured, almost not hearing her.
"Let me know when you're close."
"Oh, I'm close," he replied.
"Oh! Cum on my fucking tits," she said.
He stood up. "Seriously?"
"Yeah! Do it! Seriously!" she gasped, panting more intensely as she seemed to suddenly be working harder to get off.
He hurried over to her and she cried out as she began to orgasm. Looking down at her, he briefly froze. She was so insanely hot right now, it was like looking at a perfect porn. Her huge tits, jiggling and swaying beautifully. Her thick thighs that were clenching and trembling with her orgasm, her broad hips bucking. Most beautiful was her face, twisted in pleasure, but streaked with a vulnerability, a joy, and another emotion he wasn't sure of.
When he came, it was intense. Molly gasped as his dick kicked and he shot his first huge spurt of cum onto her. She stared with wide, almost fascinated eyes as he came on her tits. It suddenly got a lot noisier as both Ann and Claire began to orgasm. He groaned as pleasure flooded his body and his cock kept jerking and spraying out more cum.
"Holy shit! There's so much!" Molly cried. "How are you still going!?" she asked a few seconds later.
He had no ability to say anything coherently at all, so he didn't bother until he had finished up. His dick dry-kicked a few times and then it was over.
"Okay, wow, that is a lot, babe," Ann said.
"I wanna see! Tell me you filmed that!" Mae cried.
"Sorry, Mae," Molly panted, "no such luck. But we can recreate it when you get back."
"At least get me a pic!"
"Yeah, I wanna see this load," Bea said.
Trent straightened up after a moment of getting his breath back, then tracked down his phone. He brought it back and began to take a picture of her tits, then paused. "Are you okay with this?"
"Yeah, yeah, go," she replied, still panting a little.
"Okay." He snapped the picture and then sent it to Mae.
"Holy shit! That is a huge load!" Mae said, laughing.
"Yeah, shit babe," Bea murmured. "God, those are some nice tits."
"Thanks," Molly replied. "Um, I think I need a shower."
"Okay, how are you feeling, Molly?" Mae asked.
"Good. I'm good. I'm not freaking out or anything. That was...hot."
"Okay, cool. Uh, I guess we'll go now. Thanks for being so hot everyone!"
Mae hung up and Trent laughed.
"You wanna join me?" Molly asked as she got up.
"Yes, definitely," he replied. He looked at Ann and Claire. "You good?"
"We're good, go on," Claire replied, and Ann nodded.
They both got up and she led the way hurriedly into the bathroom, awkwardly holding her forearm under her considerable breasts. She started up the shower and hopped in. He joined her and watched as she grabbed the showerhead and began running it back and forth across her chest.
"Jesus," he muttered as he watched her.
"What?" she replied.
"You have massive tits, is all."
"So does Mae. I think hers are almost as big as mine. And man, Mae's mom looks like she's got huge boobs."
"Oh my lord she does. Like fucking triple F cup or something. They're huge. I can show you a pic, actually...wait, have you actually seen Mae's mom?"
"Yeah, from pics and stuff you guys have shown me of like parties and gatherings here. I gotta say, you all are terrible about social media. I mean, I guess you aren't, but like only just recently? Yeah, I took a look around your Facebooks and Twitters. Or I tried to, the only one who even has a Twitter is Bea."
"I mean, they didn't really have internet here very much until recently, but also...I dunno, the more time goes on, the more I'm beginning to suspect that 'social media rots your brain' is true. Or, well, to be more accurate, 'social media seriously fucks you up, but slowly and subtly, insidiously'. You don't realize it's fucking you up to have access to all this shit. Shit that's amazing and terrible. Um, regardless of that, though, I wanted to double check that you're good."
"I am," she said as she finished cleaning up her tits and then replaced the showerhead. "I'm actually relieved. Like really relieved."
"Why?"
"Because...okay, so, at some point it became obvious to me that I was going to have to at least try sleeping with you. I know I've been waffling on it, like, the whole time, and that's because this is a thing...like...have you ever suddenly realized something, but then at the exact same moment, you realize that you've realized it, like, for a long time now? I don't know how else to describe it."
"Yeah, I understand what you're saying."
"Okay, thank fucking God. I mean, the thing is, I've always wondered. I mean, I think everyone does, but I think people like me, people who are like ninety five percent in their orientation, straight or gay, they wonder most of all. If it was one hundred percent, it'd be an occasional fleeting thought, but when you spend your life looking at girls and going 'ohhhhh yeah', but then like one out of every ten thousand guys will make you go 'ohhhhh yeah...wait, what? No', it gets confusing. So when I met you and things got kinda hot and heavy and it made me feel things, I knew. Or, maybe, it was like I didn't know, but like, 'I' did...that makes no sense."
"No, no, it does. Your conscious self didn't know, but your subconscious self, the place where our instincts and gut reactions and background noise resides, knew," Trent replied.
"Okay, yes! That makes total sense! So anyway, I feel like what just happened in there bridged some kind of gap between where I was at and where I needed to be to actually go all the way with you. And, like, to be clear, I'm not going to do it really soon. I know I need more time to get unfucked-up from all this...shit that happened, and I also need to think about it more, but like...I feel really confident it's going to happen now. Um...are you still okay with that?"
"If you are completely sure about doing it, and you're completely sure you don't have any STDs, and also can't get pregnant, and you're completely sober the night we do it, and everyone else is still cool with it, then yes, I am really fucking okay with it," he replied.
She laughed. "Well, I am completely sure about the STDs, because I had that test like I said. I can get another one if you want, but I haven't been with anyone but Mae and Ann since we first hooked up. And also I started taking birth control. I used to take it to help me deal with my period, then it became a hassle, but I got back on it after me and Mae hooked up." She grinned suddenly. "So we could like actually fuck right now and we wouldn't be risking anything...oh, wow, okay. I got zero doubts now," she said as she looked down and actually watched him get erect as she spoke.
"I don't know if you realize just how attractive you are. I mean, to me. Now, uh, let's finish this up and dry and dress," he replied.
"Fair. I guess I can stop torturing you," Molly said with a grin, and got back to cleaning herself up.