Barely able to recover after witnessing the 'group' in the girls' lavatory, I spent the rest of the day fantasizing about participating in an all-girl all-weekend orgy. When I was finally able to get away from school and get back home, I quickly undressed and masturbated to a wonderfully pleasant orgasm. Satisfied to an extent, but still wanting more, I used the shower massage to send a steady stream of warm water pulsating on my still dripping pussy. Leaning into the corner of the shower stall, I held the shower head tightly as I felt wave after wave of pleasure, dreaming of a chance to participate in a special sleepover party with Frances, Yolanda, Rebecca and Jane.
It seemed from that day on I saw each of the ladies sometime during the school day, yet none of them referred to our encounter. I would sometimes go to the lavatory across from the library and masturbate, hoping one - or two, or three, or all four - of them might join me. I was left alone to please myself since none of them came in, not even Frances who was just across the hall. I began to think that I had imagined the whole episode, until one day as I collected the mail in my faculty box. In with the usual bulletins and mail was a simple white envelope that obviously contained a small greeting card.
Receiving a card in the faculty mail was not that unusual. Sometimes a student would drop one in the office for a teacher, thanking them for some special guidance or assistance. Getting one was somewhat of a treat. Other times there might be a birth announcement, an invitation to a bridal or baby shower, or a birthday wish. When I opened the envelope that morning I had to quickly look to see if anyone might be peering over my shoulder. The card was homemade on someone's computer, and the cover showed a picture of a rather large dildo. Inside the card there was a simple message - "Join us Friday night at 9pm," along with directions to a place halfway between my house and the school. This must have been an invite to the masturbation sleepover orgy that I was told about.
I schemed and plotted and came up with what I hoped was a plausible explanation to give to my husband. I would tell him that I had a state teacher's seminar in my discipline that I was invited to participate in. I was very honored to be selected, and I hoped he would not mind if I went. Not having any idea how long the orgy would last, I told my understanding husband that the seminar had a reception Friday evening, and would be held Saturday and Sunday, but if it was possible I would leave on Saturday (just in case the sleepover was only one night). Since the seminar was to be held in a nearby town, he suggested I just check into a motel, rather than drive back and forth all weekend. What a truly great guy my husband is, he just doesn't satisfy all my 30-something sexual urges.
When Friday finally arrived, I went home, made dinner, and packed for my weekend conference. When I got into the car to leave, I slipped the invitation from the bottom of my purse and reread the directions. I had a fairly good idea where the house was and had no trouble finding it. There were two cars parked on the street, and two cars in the driveway. I was able to squeeze my car between the other two on the street, grabbed my small bag and went to the front door. As I walked on the front porch, I noticed all the curtains and shades had been closed. "This must be the place," I thought. When Yolanda opened the door, I was sure that I had found the address correctly. She opened the door and let me in, and I saw her dressed in a satiny camisole and matching pair of panties. She gave me a quick hug and told me she was glad to see me, and escorted me into the living room.
Scattered throughout the room were various ladies toys, ranging from double-headed dildos, to short stubby plugs, to long and thick vegetables. There were strap-on dildos, anal probes and there was even a butterfly (which over the weekend had to be explained to me), along with several tubes of K-Y jelly. The other ladies were already present, and were eating popcorn while they watched the big-screen television. On the screen was a scene from a porno film showing a man masturbating while two ladies were engaged in a frolicky 69. Stretched out on the sofa was Frances, wearing a bra that had holes to expose her nipples and a pair of crotchless panties. Jane was wearing a thong and nothing else, and her large, thick, fluffy bush was very evident. Rebecca was sitting in a recliner, completely nude and was playing with her nipples.
Each of them got up and came to where I was with Yolanda, gave me a hug and told me how delighted they were that I had joined them. With that, Yolanda gave me the quick chef's tour of her home, and left me to "Change into whatever I felt comfortable wearing." I had packed a lacy bra and panty set and chose to quickly change into them and joined the girls in the living room.
When I came back to join them, Rebecca had chosen a vibrator and was now using it to rub her nipples. Frances took the initiative to explain that the weekend was for relaxation and pleasure. There would be a lot of masturbation and there was no reason not to have fun. I could enjoy myself, or join with any of them, no pressure either way. There would probably be some lesbian love-making and I could watch or join, whatever I wanted, but I also was expected to let them watch me. Once we removed what little bit of clothing we had on, we would not get dressed until the party was over. So, once nude I would stay that way. No doors to any rooms would be closed for any reason, including showers, baths, or even going potty. The whole time she explained the rules, she was sliding a finger through her bald slit and I could see her nipples growing harder and harder.
As Frances finished explaining about the weekend, Jane stood and caressed her breasts. Very nonchalantly she lowered her thong, squeezed some K-Y onto her fingers and began to lubricate herself. When she had mingled the jelly and her own juices throughout her massive bush, she raised one leg on top of a table and began to massage her clit while she continued to watch the porno film. And, thus, the all-girl all-weekend orgy was underway.