Yes...But...

"I think we have an audience." Lois said, still whispering, but loudly enough for Mercy to hear. "I like that. I like having an audience." There was a wet, squishing sound, and Maria gave out a low moan. "Let someone hear how I stick my fingers in your cunt...and play with your little clitty...and squeeze these ripe funbags." Maria panted a little.

"But it's rude to just...listen." Lois raised her voice. "We want to hear you too. Go ahead. Make some noise."

Mercy bit her lip, heart pounding unsure what to do...but she knew what she wanted to do. She shuffled her pants down around her thighs, not even trying to hide the sound...and stuck her fingers into her pussy with a wet schlick.

This time, she didn't hold back her moan.

Lois did something, and Maria moaned too. "Louder," she said, and Mercy couldn't tell who she was talking to...but began playing with herself harder, one hand rubbing her clit while the other pressed two fingers into her sopping gash, looking for the g-spot. Except now, she let herself pant and moan. And on the other side of the wall, the pace began to build up again.

It was...weird. Like cybering, almost. You had this connection, this channel, but you were still apart. Mutual masturbation, that's what it was, Mercy knew, as she rubbed furiously at her clit, listening to the labored breathing as Lois coaxed Maria on louder and louder, the cries almost tinged with pain, and Mercy could just imagine that the black-haired woman's fist was buried in her lover and going deeper, anything to squeeze out more sound, and Mercy was trying to respond in kind, to keep pace with the frenetic moans...

"Look," Lois said. "Through the glory hole. Look."

So Mercy did...except the hole was covered. Something dark and wet was pressing up against the wall.

"Touch her," Lois ordered. "She wants it. Little slut is gagging for it. For you."

Mercy hesitated...then took the two wet fingers out of her own gash, and pressed them through the hole. Into the warm, wet, willing flesh beyond. Gently, she pressed, deeper and deeper, feeling the tight ring of the orifice around her fingers as her knuckles scraped the edge of the hole. With her free hand, Mercy reached down and grabbed her own cunt. She was so close.

"Now," Lois said...