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“Feels good doesn’t it?” Paolo asked me. “I truly love a woman who knows how to pleasure a man’s prick,” he added. “And these two certainly know how to do that. How about Julia? Does she also suck cock as well?” he asked pointedly.

“Ah yes, she does,” I said a little awkwardly, realizing that everyone must have known what was taking place back inside the house. I looked up searching for where she was in fact when I saw Julia walk around standing behind Paolo. I couldn’t see exactly what it was that she was doing but Shirley must have known. She quit sucking my prick at that moment and motioned for me to watch this.

“What’s she doing?” I asked curiously, almost forgetting that both Paolo and Maggie could certainly hear whatever I’d said.

“She’s going to stick her finger in his ass and massage his prostate. The way she does it can increase and enhance the orgasm. Maggie’s about to get a massive dose of Paolo’s cum cream, you really should have her do you next,” Shirley added. “I hear she’s really very good at it.”

“Ah, no thanks. I think I’ll pass on that one,” I told her.

Julia had applied a substantial amount of lubricant to her hand, specifically two of her fingers, and as I watched Paolo’s face, I could tell the moment that Julia had managed to penetrate his ass. He didn’t exactly grimace, like it had been painful or anything, more like an expected surprise that still surprised you even though you knew it was coming. Maggie quit sucking Paolo’s cock however, and merely continued to stroke it though she now included reaching beneath him to also knead and massage his pendulous ball-sack.

Maggie turned towards us with the lustiest look I think I’d ever seen on her face before. “Watch him when he cums Richard, it’s really quite amazing. Between what Julia and I are both doing, we’ll get him to shoot more sperm than you would think possible for anyone to be able to do.”

I was taken aback slightly by Maggie’s comment, not so much by what she said, but how she sounded when saying it. She was horny, extremely so, and though I had certainly had my fair share of experiencing those moments, I wasn’t sure I’d seen her quite this aroused over merely jerking off some guys cock. Then again, Maggie had once told me she considered herself to have a cum fetish anyway. She loved seeing guy’s pricks ejaculating, and especially loved the taste and feel of most men’s spendings. What she’d like to experience, but never had, was a large group of men all cumming on her together. Shirley had even once teased her about hiring a bunch of guys to do that to her, as sort of a birthday present or something. Surprisingly, Maggie never told her not too.

In a way, it was almost comical. Here was this tall muscular Italian stooped over one hand resting on Maggie’s shoulder for support, legs spread wide, with this almost petite copper skinned woman all but laying on his back with one hand firmly probing his ass.

“How’s his balls feeling?” Julia asked Maggie.

“Getting there,” she said. “Much tighter now, nice and firm. He’s really going to explode when you’re ready.”

“Just let me know when you think they’re as tight as they can possibly be,” Julia said, and Maggie nodded her head in agreement.

Shirley seemed almost giddy with excitement. “This is always so amazing to watch!” she exclaimed. “I can hardly wait until you try this!”

It wasn’t a question. Shirley obviously had every expectation that I would. But now was not the time to argue with her, or tell her otherwise. Too much else was taking place, and about to happen any second now from the sounds of things. Paolo was laboring now and I could tell by his moans and groans that were coming almost on top of one another that he was rapidly approaching the point of no return.

“Any second now,” Maggie quipped. “You ready?”

“Are you?” Julia answered back.

“Hell yes!” Maggie said expectantly. “Make him cum Julia! Do it!”

Julia reached up with one hand and placed it at the base of Paolo’s head, effectively bracing herself, forcing his head to push forward and down slightly. With the other, she was obviously ‘digging’ inside his ass, and I personally shivered at the thought of that. “Ready?” she yelled.

“Oh fuck yes!” Maggie yelled back. “Do it!”

Paolo suddenly let out the loudest yell I’d ever heard in my life. At the same time he stood up effectively throwing poor Julia backwards, though how in the hell she managed to hang on to him when he did was beyond me. A split second later, a streamer of cum exploded from the tip of Paolo’s prick and caught Maggie squarely between the tits in an enormous splash of white sticky gooey cum-cream.

Impressive as it was, I had squirted that much myself before, and suddenly felt a little more confident in my own ability to ‘throw a nice thick rope’. It was at least a second though before Paolo’s prick lurched and spat again. In the second between, Shirley had stood to get a much closer look. Maggie was now using both hands to pump all that cum out with, stroking him like she might a horse, which wasn’t that far off from being the truth. When the second massive spurt exploded from the end of his dick, I really was impressed. It contained even more thick spunk than the first, and seemed to literally leap from his prick in a wide arch that flew well over the top of Maggie’s head, nailing Shirley on the side of the face just as she had stood and begun to approach.

“Holy shit!” Maggie squealed in delight as continued jacking the erupting monster. And I found myself ducking out of the way as she fought with it like a run away fire hose. Julia had dropped down on the ground behind Paolo now, reaching around him, one hand still continuing to finger his ass, but with the other, she was now also grabbing and milking his balls.

“More! More!” Maggie continued to scream wildly. And Paolo spat out the third, this one even more voluminous than either of the first two. Now I wasn’t merely impressed, I was stunned!

Maggie had managed to wrestle control of his wildly throbbing spitting penis however, capturing it between her tits a moment later, holding it there. Even so, the next jettison of spunk caught her flush on the chin and seemed to spray out in every direction when it did. Droplets of Paolo’s nectar rained down on everyone at that point, and it mattered not where you stood, or for that matter how far away. The third was of course quickly followed by a fourth and a fifth, each one just as powerful as the first one had been. Rivers of semen coated Maggie’s tits so thickly that you couldn’t see some portions of her through the white slimy mess. And all she did was continue to jack-hammer his prick, coaxing and urging out each and every streamer until I thought for sure that Paolo would certainly topple over dead from a heart-attack.

Paolo finally collapsed to his knees, and when he did, Julia finally removed her fingers and came over to stand next to Maggie. Both Shirley and Julia began to massage all that cream into her body, but it was like someone had used up an entire bottle of lotion on her, as her skin simply wouldn’t absorb it quickly enough, leaving trailers of hand prints and tracings of his super-rich cream as they continued caressing her and smearing it over nearly every square inch of her body.

I managed to locate my drink and downed it in one gulp, quickly pouring myself another, long before the girls were satisfied in what they were doing. Paolo had recovered slightly, once again standing and stumbled over next to where I was. He simply picked up the bottle of scotch, drinking from it, taking a big pull on the bottle without even bothering to find another glass.

Paolo and I were soon passing the scotch back and forth to one another, still watching the girls as they enjoyed themselves. Admittedly, seeing them do this was rather arousing and I found I had a raging hard-on myself.

“Well Richard? You ready to try this?” Shirley asked.

I laughed nervously waving them off, taking another large swallow of the scotch that burned all the way down my throat.

“Paolo? Grab him!” Maggie yelled. I had time enough only to look up as Paolo stepped around me pinning my arms against my back. His grip was so strong and powerful that I wasn’t going anywhere. Simultaneously, I saw Julia applying lubricant to her hands and fingers as she came around behind me. Powerless to say or do anything, I waited for the inevitable.

“Remember I told you I had a thing for Marlon Brando?” she said grinning wickedly.

It was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I might not have cum nearly as much as Paolo had, but I sure as hell yelled as loud as he did. Watching Shirley and Maggie pass my spurting prick back and forth to one another as I emptied my nuts almost greedily into their hungry mouths was sensational to say the least. Even Julia got into the action, finally joining them, then draining the last remnants of my sperm from my prick before kissing each woman, searching the inside of their mouths with her tongue for whatever traces of my spunk happened to remain.

By the time Maggie and I arrived home it was nearing midnight. After that incredible orgasm I’d had, I was done in for the evening. Normally after a little rest at least, I could go again, but not tonight. Which is another reason I was more than a little worried now about Saturday.

“Not to worry,” Maggie had told me as we pulled into the drive. I’ve got a little present for you. Just come over early in the morning before everyone else begins to arrive.”

We said goodnight to one another, and I quickly headed off towards home. It had certainly been an interesting evening to say the least. And though I was tired, I found myself anxious having trouble trying to sleep. Saturday would come soon enough, and with it what I hoped would be another erotic adventure with all my new found friends.

In the morning I dressed, showered and shaved, heading on over to Maggie’s. I didn’t bother making coffee. I knew Maggie well enough by now to know she’d been up for a couple of hours already and would have fresh coffee made and waiting for me the moment I arrived. True to form, she invited me in the moment she heard me on her back porch.

“Morning sweetie. Coffee’s on the table along with some home-made cinnamon rolls if you’d like one.”

I gave Maggie a big hug and a kiss, quickly sitting down at the table. The coffee smelled wonderful as usual, and the freshly baked rolls had my mouth watering.

“Did you get a good nights sleep?” she asked.

I had to wait to answer as I’d just taken a large bite out of one of the rolls. “OK I guess, after last night though, I’m a little worried about this morning,” I said half serious.

Maggie walked over to the table and slid a small gift-wrapped box towards me.

“You already gave me a birthday present,” I told her. “Remember?”

“It’s not exactly a birthday present. But I thought maybe you could use it this morning.”

I quickly opened the package, and laughed when I saw what she’d purchased for me. “Viagara? You’re serious?”

“Very,” Maggie stated. “They call it ‘blue-wood’, trust me Richard, it works, especially if you have any concerns about getting it up, and keeping it up.”

I stared at the package, unsure if I really should be trying this or not. “When?”

“Now. In about an hour, you’ll have a magnificent erection that any man would be proud of.”

I laughed nervously, but picked up the package and punched out one of the little blue pills and watched it spill into my hand. “An hour huh? Just about the same time when everyone should start arriving. Don’t you think maybe I should wait a while before I take it?” Maggie poured me a glass of water and handed it to me. “Blue wood huh?” She nodded, and so I took the pill.

Maggie and I quickly began to rearrange the living room. We’d carried out the large oversized throw pillows which we basically carpeted the floor with, and had put on a fresh pot of coffee. By the time we’d finished, the viagara kicked in and I stood there with a very stiff erection. It wasn’t unlike waking with a morning hard-on. I wasn’t really aroused, just stiff. Maggie teased me about it briefly as it wouldn’t make much sense to do anything about it now, as though we could in the first place. Secondly, everyone would soon be showing up and I’d already have a hard-on long before anyone else was really in the mood. In a way, it was embarrassing and I now wished I had in fact waited to take it, not sure I’d really have needed it in the first place.

Once again Maggie came to my rescue. “I know, take off your clothes,” she told me.

“What?”

“Take them off!” We both heard a car pull up in the drive at that moment, and I noticed that Maggie was shedding her clothing just as quickly as I was. We’d barely made it to the couch when I felt Maggie slide her self down on me, as the doorbell rang.

“Come in!” Maggie called out. I still wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing, but the feel of her pussy surrounding my cock sure felt nice.

April walked in and shot us both a look of surprise, which immediately turned to one of interest in what the two of us were doing. “What the hell are the two of you up to so early?” she’d asked.

“Oh, Richard and I were sort of playing a little game is all. We thought it might be fun to fuck until the first person showed up, at which point whoever that was, could then do the same, or whatever else she wanted until the next one did, and so on. Unless you’re not interested of course, which means I get to keep fucking him!”

And suddenly, April was ripping off her clothing.

By the time Janice arrived, April had already managed to have an orgasm. Her face was flushed and she was already breathless, unable to explain to Janice exactly what was going on and why. Maggie quickly informed her of the interesting little side-game we’d began, and Janice quickly began to remove her clothing after that, though a minute later, we heard someone else pulling up in the drive.

“Damn!” she said irritably. “Just you watch! It will be Joanne!”

And it was.

Interestingly, it was the first time in recent memory that Joanne didn’t disappear into the bathroom for any length of time. When she heard from April the little game we’d instigated, she wasn’t about to waste any of her precious time making herself horny in the bathroom when there was someone sitting on the couch with a very stiff erection that could accomplish that, and a lot more.

Gladys and Shirley arrived at nearly the same moment. Rather than try and explain to either one of them what we’d been doing, Maggie simply announced that now that everyone was finally here we might as well begin immediately with Shirley’s “experience.” When I saw her wink at me and smile, I knew full well what it was she was about to share with everyone, and try as I might to persuade her from telling what had happened the previous night, it was evident that she was planning on sharing it with everyone anyway.

Gladys was her chosen partner for the stimulation part, so as Shirley lay on the pillows and began to share with everyone minute by minute details of our evening, Gladys sat beside her, gently stroking her breasts and teasing her pussy with her hand. Even I had to admit, hearing her retelling the story as Julia had stood behind Paolo, with Maggie excitedly pumping his dick was getting me aroused all over again.

Shirley was perhaps the best story- teller anyway. She had a knack for describing things in such a way that you could almost believe you were seeing it as it happened. And even though I was physically there, most of the women sat with eyes closed, playing and touching themselves, or one another, listening and relieving the moments right along with me. Only Joanne showed any real interest in wanting to touch, and be touched by me. There was plenty of room on the couch, so she decided to move from where she was sitting and came over to join me. Seconds later we sat playing with one another, listening to Shirley continue on with last nights encounter. And as Shirley began relating the way that Paolo’s prick erupted in a nearly continuous display of incredulous orgasmic fireworks, I found myself closing my own eyes, and saw it happening all over again.

By the time Shirley had finished, everyone had one way or the other. And though there had been plenty of moans and groans all around, the ending of the story hadn’t ended the erotic and sensual atmosphere of the room.

“Do you think you could do that again?” April asked me pointedly. “I mean, cum like that if someone did to you what Julia did?”

I immediately tried begging off; though admittedly the thought of experiencing another orgasm like the one I’d had last night was tempting. When Maggie came over and knelt down in front of me and began sucking, massaging my balls the way she’d done last night, I was a goner.

“Shirley? Would you like to play the role of Julia while we re-create your story for the benefit of everyone?” Maggie asked.

“Sure! Just let me run and get some lubricant.” She brought back a cube of butter.

Minutes later Shirley stood behind me just exactly the way Julia had. I felt her well lubricated fingers begin to probe and tease my ass, just as Maggie continued to soft-stroke my cock and ensure that it, along with my balls were busily manufacturing plenty of cum-cream for their little demonstration. At this point I highly doubted that my having taken the viagara would have made any difference. I was about as hard and erect as I had ever been. The added benefit for me however was having an audience of sorts that was busily playing with themselves while I watched them. Even Gladys appeared to be interested in what eventually would happen, managing to slide over next to April. She began fingering her while the two of them sat, eyes fixed on the way Maggie and Shirley were playing with me, priming the pump as it were for the eventual orgasmic explosions that I hoped would be just as powerful as they’d been the night before.

It was a long slow process of course, but it was meant to be that way. What I hadn’t planned on however was that everyone seemingly wanted to take turns playing the part of Maggie or Shirley. And so it was, that eventually one by one they traded places. When Gladys took over for Shirley, I was shocked, but she eagerly stepped in, and once Shirley had told her specifics on what to do and how to do it, she was better at it than even Julia had been.

When I felt Maggie’s fingers exploring my ass, I knew I was only moments away from showering April with cum, as she had now gotten down on her knee’s in front of me and was for the moment, giving me a fairly intense blowjob.

“No sucking when he cums!” I heard Joanne admonish her. “We want to see it, from beginning to end!” she exclaimed.

I glanced up; surprised to see Joanne and Janice sitting side by side, something they rarely if ever did for whatever reason. Joanne was slowly shoving a thin pink vibrator in and out of herself, while Janice in turn was using a thinner, bright silver toy that she preferred whenever things got really heated. And they certainly were that.

Gladys and Shirley were having fun with one another too. Gladys always brought a little travel bag with her that she kept several items in. Today was obviously special as she had had somewhere along the line, produced a strap-on dildo that she was wearing, happily fucking Shirley with. Shirley was sitting on the dildo, facing away from Gladys but facing towards me just off to one side so she was in a perfect position to watch whatever it was I did.

With all this added stimulation taking place around me, Maggie fingering my ass, April sucking and jacking my cock, I was rapidly approaching that moment when I hoped that I wouldn’t sorely disappoint anyone.
“His balls are getting really, really tight!” April stated excitingly. “I think he’s getting close.”

Maggie reached down cupping them, checking them for herself, which for me was just one more pleasurable sensation as she kneaded them gently, caressing them lovingly within her hand. “How are you feeling Richard? Getting there?” she asked.

I was close now, on the verge of eruption and fighting with every ounce of strength that I had to delay the inevitable as long as possible, making the eventual climax all the sweeter and all the stronger when I finally did cum. It was hard to focus on much of anything except for the almost torturous pleasure I was experiencing, but I again glanced about the room as the combination of earthy sounds, moaning and groaning, not to mention juicy, squishy, cunt noises that were beginning to assault my senses moved me that much closer to release.

Shirley was still half-sitting, kneeling on the floor over Gladys’s outstretched legs slowly lifting her self, and rocking back and forth, allowing the large sized, penis-shaped dildo to do its work. Gladys had reached around her and was fondling her large milky-white breasts, pulling and teasing her nipples with abandon. She was audibly expressing her own pleasures too, as whatever Shirley was doing was obviously having some affect on Gladys as she slowly continued their lesbian-coupling. But the thing that nearly triggered my own orgasm was seeing Joanne suddenly reaching over and placing her hand over Joanne’s pussy. Leaving her own vibrator deeply embedded inside herself, unattended at the moment, she took over for Janice and began smoothly and easily slipping it in and out of her all the while keeping and maintaining an almost trance-like expression as she continued to watch me. Janice soon did likewise, feeling the delicious sensation as someone other than herself began to play with her, she found the pink-knobby toy inside her Joanne’s split, and began working it in and out of her with the same wild-eyed expression.

“Oh Maggie!” I said, feeling the first tingling sensation tear through my balls, knowing that my orgasm was only moments away now. Maggie placed her hand at the back of my neck, forcing my head forward slightly, and then reached in even deeper into my ass if that was possible, touching off the first of many sperm-spears that I would soon be unleashing in almost unbelievable repetition.

It was Maggie who yelled out a split second before I did. “Watch out April, here comes the first one!”

April flinched away in reaction to Maggie’s warning, though keeping a firm hand about my cock, suddenly increasing the tempo with which she had been masturbating me. Though pulling her head away and off to one side, she continued to watch just as the first thick streamer of cum exploded from the head of my dick. There was no time to worry about anything at this point, and as I felt the first pleasured release escape up my shaft, I saw the arch of frothy white nectar, spear upwards and across the three foot expanse of where I was standing, to where Janice and Joanne were sitting directly behind April, still kneeling on the floor in front of me.

I couldn’t have aimed any more perfectly if I’d set the head of my prick directly between her tits when the first spurt landed. As though she’d been shot with a gun, Joanne reached up, covering the enormous cum-splatter with her hand and sat there grinning stupidly, but continued fucking Janice with the vibrator without missing a single beat. She immediately began to smear the spunk over her breasts, but by this time, April had jacked out the second one, which was on its way as well.

“Me! Me!” Shirley screamed excitedly.

April had opened her mouth about as wide as it was possible for her to do. Even so, the second cum-missile was as powerful as the first, if not more so. Though April managed to take most of it into her mouth, a substantial portion of the long thick rope of cum still managed to catch her on the side of the face instead. She was giggling like a woman possessed however, which is exactly what Shirley was doing as she finally reached April, nearly yanking my cock out of her mouth in an effort to steal the next jettison for herself.

By now both April and Shirley were licking and jacking my cock, when the next thick creamy explosion tore through my balls sending another fine spray of fluid into the air that caught each of them simultaneously. They fought for the whipped-cum cream like a pair of Succubus, come to claim my soul, which as far as I was concerned, they’d already done.

I glanced over and saw Gladys had now moved over to the couch kneeling down on the floor taking the vibrator that Janice had been using on Joanne. Joanne continued to fuck Janice’s pussy with the toy she was using, but now enjoyed the sensation as Gladys began masturbating her pussy at the same time. Janice was cupping her breasts, fingering her hard taut nipples and imploring April and Shirley to move slightly so she could see better. To my delight, April stood up, walked over to where Janice was sitting, and promptly spit out a mouthful of cum-cream onto one of Janice’s breasts and began playing with them.

“Oh fuck yes!” Janice screamed out in delight.

Shirley stood, bringing along with her a final mouthful of jism that she now shared with Joanne in a unique kinky little way by kissing her and depositing the recently captured cum wad into her mouth. Both women fenced each other with their tongues, exploring one another’s mouths and allowing the cum-drops to slide out from their lips where they could once again lap at them and retrieve the sticky essence of my spending.

Joanne reached up and was almost torturously pulling and mauling Shirley’s breasts. Gladys was still hammering the vibrator in and out of her pussy with such force that it was almost impossible to see it actually sliding in and out.

“Harder! Harder!” Joanne screamed pleasurably as cum-spittle flew from her mouth as she screamed out in her wanton excitement.

I had finally collapsed down onto my knees, but Maggie wasn’t through with me yet either. Coming around to lay down in front of me, she began to softly and slowly bathe my prick clean with her tongue. Her nipples were the hardest I ever remember seeing them, and I was immediately drawn to them like a moth to a flame. As powerful as my orgasm had been, it hadn’t drained me of my appetite or quenched my desires. Though my cock certainly wasn’t as hard as a moment ago, it was already awakening to the tender gentle licks and kisses that Maggie was giving it as I in turn thumbed and toyed with those two perfectly proportioned eraser thick nipples.

Gladys still knelt in front of the couch where Joanne sat, legs lifted and spread widely. She continued to fuck her with the toy, causing her to cry out in almost continuous yelps of giddy delight with each and every thrust of the wet sticky dildo. But as erotic as this was to watch, it was seeing Janice finally stand up and move over behind Shirley. I watched as she reached around and began fingering her pussy with one hand, the other massaging and caressing her breast. April moved in behind Janice, and suddenly she was doing the exact same thing to her.

“Fuck Maggie, do you see that?” I asked

“Look’s like fun doesn’t it?” Suddenly Maggie wiggled out from beneath me and walked over to join them, taking her place behind April, thus completing the little orgasmic six-pack of pussy pleasure taking place in front of my very eyes.

“Well Richard, you going to just stand there and watch? Or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” Maggie asked.

And for a moment, I wasn’t really sure.

In the next instant, Joanne blew apart on the couch. Her orgasm was so strong and so intense that she basically self-propelled the toy from her cunt when she came. Even Gladys had been taken by surprise at the intensity of her orgasm and merely knelt there watching her as Joanne shook, screamed and laughed hysterically in total and complete ecstasy. I had finally made it over to Maggie, hard as a rock now and slid easily inside of her from behind. Just the knowledge that I was now very much apart of this unique little daisy chain was a thrill in and of itself. I could feel Maggie in front of me reaching around to finger and play with April’s cunt, who in turn stood fingering and playing with Janice, while she of course, did the same thing to Shirley. Gladys stood watching as though trying to decide where it was that she wanted to fit in. Joanne had all but collapsed dead away by now on the couch, so for the moment was no longer a link in this finger-fuck-fest taking place.

Gladys appeared to come to some sort of a decision, and I was surprised when she came over and walked around behind me. Reaching down between us, I felt her remove my prick from Maggie’s cunt.

“Sorry sweetie, but I don’t think it’s very fair of you to hog this all to yourself.”

Maggie simply laughed. “Well then Richard, I suppose your finger will have to do!”

Reaching around her, I began to finger and toy with her clit with one hand, and with the other mold, fondle and caress her fleshy tits. Standing here in this Congo-line of finger-fuck pleasuring my senses seemed to soar to even greater heights. As silly as I am sure it would have appeared to anyone suddenly entering the room, it had turned into a very erotic choreographed dance that was anything but silly. Joanne finally stirred, looked up and immediately regained her senses. She quickly stood, walking around back rejoining the line and began fingering Gladys in the same way everyone else was. And so now, we were once again seven.

Gladys was expertly stroking my cock, even slapping it occasionally against the back of Maggie’s ass. With Joanne now standing behind her finger fucking her pussy, Gladys began moaning and groaning, leaning heavily into me which was another pleasant sensation as I could feel her breasts pressing against my back.

“Oh fuck!” Shirley screamed. “I’m cumming you bitch! Flip it! Rub it…please!” she wailed. And by the sounds of it, I knew that Janice was doing exactly that.

No body had said anything of course; it just naturally seemed to happen that way. So when it did, everyone began to play by the new unspoken rules of this incredibly sensual game. Shirley walked around rejoining the back of the line, and now took up position behind Joanne who was now more than ready to once again experience and feel the kind of pleasures that everyone else was feeling.

From where I stood, I could see Janice as she bent over, nearly touching her toes. April must have had nearly her entire hand inside Janice’s cunt by the looks of it and was pummeling her from behind with a piston-like efficiency. Janice was screaming back at April to fuck her harder, so it was obvious to me and to everyone else that the object of this game had become, “You didn’t cum until you were at the front of the line.”

The way Gladys’s hand felt around my prick, especially the way she was jerking it and producing enough pre-cum to really tease and stimulate my dick-head was beginning to make me wonder if I’d even last that long.

Like everyone else, Janice made her way back to the end of the line once she’d recovered enough to do so, and now stood behind Shirley.

Maggie of course began working a little more diligently on April. April had leaned over just a little further, and as she did, Maggie slipped one hand around to begin rubbing her clit all the while still managing to finger-fuck her wet slippery sounding quim. Hearing the sounds of that made me fear I’d be losing it all to soon. Especially as I had Maggie’s orgasm to deal with here shortly if I was going to keep and maintain the orgasmic sequence taking place.

April was more of a silent cummer, but though she didn’t vocally express her rapture, the sounds of her cunt suddenly making a rather nice frothy-sound which was immediately followed by surprisingly loud “squishy-squish” noises as Maggie fingered her said it all. April soon took her walk back to the end of the line, and now it was of course my turn to work on Maggie.

“Horse-shoe me!” Maggie pleaded saying.

“What?” I asked stupidly.

“Stick a finger in my ass, and my pussy. But don’t quit pulling on my nipples either!” she demanded.

I quickly lubricated up another finger which was a very simple process by the abundance of juices that were literally pouring out and running down the inside of Maggie’s thighs. Seconds later, I had managed to accomplish the specified request and was now knuckling her from behind, one finger in her pussy, and the other in her tight slippery ass-hole just as she’d asked me to. Maggie was working her own clit as I discovered, adding to the sensation and bliss she was feeling as I continued doing all that, plus pulling and stretching her nipple’s just the way she liked me to do it. Gladys was just “knobbing” my cock as I’d called it, so much pre-cum had leaked out by this time that my dick-head was swimming in it. She was taking advantage of that fact by jacking off just the very head of my cock in quick-like strokes that kept me on the edge, but didn’t allow the pot to boil over.

“Ok Richard, now…slap my cunt!” Maggie cried out. I’d only done this for her once, seeing her do it to herself a number of times though, so I knew that it was one of her favorite ways when she was ready to really get off. Removing her hand and grasping both of her breasts in her hands, I now used my free hand as I bent over her even further and began slapping her cunt with it from around in front, palming it as I did so that it was more of a suction slap against her clit rather than a hard resounding hand-slap.

“Slap…slap…slap…slap.”

“Oh yes, just…like…that!” Maggie groaned matching her spoken words to each slap of my hand.

“Slap…slap…slap,” continued, still double fucking her with my fingers, but now concentrating more fully on the way her clitoris preferred being stimulated.

And then Maggie came for me, and it was the sweetest most sensual deep-throated groan I’ve ever heard.

Like everyone else, she took a moment or two to collect her self and sat down on the end of the couch. Obviously it was now my turn, so I stepped up to the plate and took my place at bat, or rather Gladys did as she began swinging my cock back and forth just as though she was taking a warm up swing with my dick.

“Don’t rush things Gladys,” Maggie told her. “Make him suffer a little first.”

I heard Gladys giggle. “My sentiments exactly. Especially the way that Joanne’s playing with me!” She exclaimed. To which Joanne happily responded. “Ditto that! Shirley’s getting me there rather quickly too!”

I watched Maggie finally stand and begin to head towards the back of the line just when the doorbell rang.

“Now who could that be?” Maggie questioned aloud.

From where I was standing I could neither see nor hear her as she headed off in the direction of her front door. The thought of someone showing up unexpectedly while all this was going on was a little un-nerving, but at least Maggie would be able to deal with it whoever it was.

The feeling of Gladys’s hand as she stroked and tickled the tip of my cock was pure torture, but I was reveling in it every step of the way. My eyes had by now glued themselves shut, and I was merely swimming in a sea of total and complete bliss, anxiously awaiting the moment when she would finally begin stroking me off to that ejaculatory sweetness that would flush out the fresh batch of cum-butter she’d been churning when the surprisingly delicious sensation of someone’s mouth engulfing my cock caused my eyes to explode open in wondering shock.

“Hi sweetie!” Rhonda said smiling at me, half my dick sticking into her mouth as she said it. “Sorry I’m so late, but I did want to surprise you! Have I missed much?”

And then my cock erupted before I even knew it. Rhonda caught most of it in her mouth, but even as she pumped out the excess against those wonderfully full bare tits of hers, she smiled through pasty-white foam looking at me.

“Guess not!” she said still grinning.

Chapter Seven

I was honestly too stunned to speak. As my orgasm disappeared smoothly down Rhonda’s sweet sucking throat, I felt a thousand tiny stars fill my head and my knees buckle as the wave of pure sweet ecstasy overwhelmed me. Seconds later I collapsed.

I hadn’t passed out exactly, as I was vaguely aware of my surroundings. When I finally regained my composure, I found myself sitting on the loveseat with no idea how I had gotten there. I opened my eyes to the sight of Rhonda lying down amongst the large fluffy cushions in the middle of the living room floor. It took me a moment to comprehend what was going on, and when I did, I gasped in surprise!

Joanne was lying down between Rhonda’s bent legs and it was obvious what she was doing. From the sounds of Rhonda’s moans, she was enjoying it every bit as much as it appeared that Joanne was enjoying doing it. Janice was kneeling right next to Joanne, helping things along with her fingers, obviously caressing Rhonda’s pussy in equally delightful ways. April I could see was kneeling down next to her, but she was busily sucking one of Rhonda’s sweet breasts with Shirley on the other side of her, sucking and licking the nipple of her other breast.

“And soon we’ll be eight,” I heard Maggie speaking somewhere behind me. I turned looking in that direction to see her and Gladys watching the festivities. Gladys was smiling, bent over slightly balancing herself against the back of the couch as Maggie stood off to one side slowly fingering her pussy and giving her some measure of pleasure. Gladys continued to proudly watch her daughter being treated to what I later learned was a traditional welcome into the group.

Had I been in any condition to join in and do anything, I wouldn’t have. I might have been honorably included into this special little gathering, but there was almost something sacred about the way they touched and caressed Rhonda. There was no measure of urgency or need that was being expressed to her. Almost as though watching things in slow motion, each caress, each touch, each kiss, lick or suck seemed to have purpose and meaning behind it. I found myself sitting there watching all this in awe and reverence.

From behind me, I now heard Gladys speak for the first time drawing my attention back to her briefly.

“As we welcome you into the sisterhood, we share with you our secrets, our desires, and our love and appreciation for one another.” Almost as though on cue, I watched as Joanne stood, slowly backing away from Rhonda where she walked back around the couch behind me. Simultaneously Janice took the place her mother had vacated and began to slowly and lovingly tease Rhonda’s pussy with her lips and tongue. April slid over to kneel and began to caress Rhonda’s sensitive inner flesh with her fingers, as I saw Maggie now kneeling down and taking up the slow tendering caressing of the vacated tit that April had just left.

When everyone was once again in place and the slow teasing ballet of sensuality began again, Gladys spoke. Hearing her, I turned to see that Joanne was now behind Gladys and was running her hands all over her nude form, almost as though she were soothing her rather than trying to excite or stimulate her.

“We each of us give to you something of ourselves, and we take from you the juice of your fruit, sustenance to our needs for one another. We pay homage to the symbolism of your womanhood and femininity…”

Once again, as though ritually practiced to perfection, Maggie and Shirley both knelt, sucking simultaneously Rhonda’s breasts into their mouths, pulling upwards tenderly holding onto her nipples with their lips, and cupping each breast within their hands, holding it as though it were a divine cup being held up in offering.
“From your breasts we draw the milk of your purity, which we drink reminding us of our commitments to one another. From the soft flesh of each teat we find comfort and solace in knowing that we will always be there for one another in times of need or despair…”

Again there was subtle movement, an agonized groan of longing escaped from Rhonda’s tight lips as Janice stood, making her way towards me and back around the couch. I expected to see Joanne return to where Rhonda lay. I was slightly surprised when she didn’t, even though everyone else swiftly shifted positions with April now beginning the dance of tongues against Rhonda’s slit. Shirley left one breast symbolically neglected as she moved over to partake of the wetness that was clearly in evidence through the sounds I had heard coming from her slippery dew filled flower.

I turned to see both Janice and Joanne now joined together in caressing Gladys. I sat watching their hands roaming freely and softly over her naked flesh, almost as though urging her to continue. And as I watched, my perception was a slight increase to the urgency now, which seemed to be joined by the others still kneeling or laying with Rhonda on the floor.

“As you feel the loss of joy and pleasure from thy yearning nipple, know that this is how each of us feels whenever one of us cannot be here to renew our friendships and our love for one another…”

Maggie reached over, cupping the forgotten breast in her other hand caressing it equally as she had been doing with the breast she still held.

“And though you may feel complete, know there is always room for others of like mindedness who might wish to join us, to become as one with us, a part of us for now and always ever afterwards.”

April stood, joining the others behind me. Shirley placed her tongue at the opening of Rhonda’s sex, though appearing to wait momentarily before allowing her self to touch her there. Maggie moved to cup Rhonda’s pussy with the palm of her hand protectively, and effectively baring Shirley from being able to lick or kiss her even had she made the attempt to do so.

“It is our agreement amongst ourselves, to be mindful of others. That none shall do unto any other, who wishes not that it would be done.”

Maggie removed her hand, and I expected Shirley to lick Rhonda’s pussy as everyone had done before her, but instead, she merely kissed it sweetly, standing up, now joining the others behind me as I sat on the couch watching.

I had become aroused without even really realizing it. My cock was rock hard, almost painfully so. And as much as I would have liked to have gotten down on the floor and joined everyone in paying homage to Rhonda’s delicious looking quim, I knew without a doubt that what I was witnessing had never been intended for anyone other than a woman to see or be a part of. The fact I was even here participating in the minor roll I had been, made me feel honored to be a part of it.

I expected more from Gladys, but heard nothing and turned back towards the group of women now standing behind me expectantly. What I saw was a flurry of hands and fingers probing, caressing, and bringing her pleasure as she stood. Turning back towards Maggie who was now alone with Rhonda, I watched her as she performed the most sensual act of cunnilingus I’d ever seen any woman ever do to another woman before. I was almost embarrassed to be there. It was so intimate, so sensual, that for a moment I felt like I should perhaps leave and allow this moment to be shared between them without an audience. But again, as the pleasured moans and groans behind me continued, I knew they were also watching, expectantly and with a great deal of anticipation. Obviously there was more to come, and I felt the climatic end, when it finally did begin, would be more than my imagination could have prepared me for.

It was perhaps a good ten minutes or so of Maggie’s Sapphic loving to Rhonda’s pussy that had brought her to the edge at least twice during that time. I had not seen Maggie stop licking, sucking, or teasing her clit during any of that, but she had somehow delayed Rhonda’s orgasm without stopping the stimulation of her sensitive clit. It was now that I again heard movement, and saw it from the corner of my eye. Gladys was finally making her way over towards her daughter, and only now was Maggie almost reluctantly rising up in preparation to give up her honored place.

It wasn’t until that very second that it even dawned on me, that this woman was in fact Rhonda’s mother. For the briefest of moments I wondered if Joanne and Janice had had to face the same obvious dilemma.

I saw in Gladys face a mixture of emotions. She approached her daughter almost cautiously with a great deal of trepidation. Fearful perhaps of Rhonda’s response, or even her acceptance for what was obviously about to take place. But there was also eagerness and anticipation for what she was about to do that I saw there as well.

“I come not to you as your mother,” she said in a tone of voice that told me this was a personal comment, and not something ritualistic in tone as I’d been hearing. And then she switched back to what obviously WAS a memorized phrase as she began the almost singsong litany of words she’d been reciting as she nestled down on the floor giving Rhonda a brief light kiss on her lips.

“I come to you now as your friend, your companion, and your soul sister to welcome you gloriously to our sisterhood.”

Rhonda tensed briefly, gazing up into her mother’s eyes. “Richard, as Rhonda is my daughter, it is inappropriate for me to administer the final act to her. So in my place, I would ask that you perform this final loving act in my stead.” Rhonda smiled at her mother, relaxing and closing her eyes. Maggie meanwhile had crossed over to where I was sitting watching all this, and took my hand. Leading me silently towards Rhonda, she whispered to me to lightly begin licking Rhonda’s exposed clit.

The silence in the room was deafening. As I began to position myself between her legs, I looked down at my twitching throbbing member, saw a tiny drop of precum rise to the surface of my prick’s tiny eye-slit and slowly ooze down the side of the head. The intensity of the moment was so extreme that I could have ejaculated right then and there without even touching myself if I’d have willed myself to do so. Tentatively, I began to flick at that hard nubbin of flesh, circling it with my tongue, gently drawing it into my mouth where I kissed and sucked it tenderly.

“Oh, Oh, Ohhh…Richard!” Rhonda cried out, drawing my name across her lips and dragging out the ‘R’ sound as she sucked in her breath, releasing it slowly.

One by one…the others came forming a circle around us. I watched as each reached up with her right hand, cupping the breast of the woman next to her, and with her left, reaching down to likewise place a hand on her mound and caress her lovingly as they all stood, watching, admiring the dance as my tongue continued to pleasure the swollen nub of Rhonda’s sex.

The sounds Rhonda was making filled my mind with joy and passion. I closed my eyes, listening and absorbing the sounds as Rhonda gave herself over to the ecstasy as I continued drawing from her the nectar of her rapture incarnate. After Rhonda’s initial orgasm, there was a brief moment of total and complete silence. Only then did Gladys speak, uttering a single word.

“Join.”

One by one the circle seemed to descend upon us until there was only a pile of wanton flesh, seemingly writhing and undulating together in a heap. Lips, hands, breasts and slick female flesh began caressing us both everywhere. Gladys the only one not touching her daughter, though running the silken slit of her pussy back and forth against my back as she joined the caress of her daughter through me.

Rhonda’s cries of delight seemed almost continual as one by one, they all came to drink from her. Each took from her a portion of her essence and then shared this in turn with one another until they had all somehow hooked up to one another, coupling in ways that bordered sometimes on the extreme or the bizarre. It became frenzied as each strove to pleasure the other, moving from one partner to the next without rhyme or reason, without pretext for finishing what someone moments ago had begun. I had felt hands, lips, even soft pliant breasts caressing my shaft, fleeting at times, lingering with others.

I was so absorbed in all this, I did not initially see Maggie as she rose like some great leviathan from the depths of the sea, a milling sea of sensual flesh that ebbed and flowed on a tidal wave of passionate delight.

“Come Richard…come now and be joined with her,” she told me in a voice that was hypnotic as she actually spread Rhonda’s pussy, bidding me to enter her. I felt Shirley’s hand wrap itself around my penis, guiding me towards Rhonda’s succulent looking quim.

I felt like I was floating as I again knelt between Rhonda’s legs, watching as Maggie parted those velveteen lips, not unlike Moses parting the Red Sea. As well as the sea of flesh below me as all who had been undulating pressing themselves against Rhonda parted reluctantly in a way, but parting never the less as Shirley pressed the tip of my prick at the glistening opening of Rhonda’s sex.

Even as everyone pulled away, tips of fingers just grazing her sensitized flesh, lingering briefly as though to separate completely would result in near painful loss. Each finally doing so with even Maggie and Shirley finally releasing us both. Eyes closed, Rhonda’s face was euphoric, even in her climatic slumber I lowered myself, gazing at the apex of her heated place, devouring her sensual beauty as the moisture gathered there winking at me in a myriad of ways that reminded me of a tiny universe of stars.

I placed my penis almost reverently at the opening of her fragrant and pungently sweet smelling pussy, entering her slowly until just the tip of my prick had housed itself inside. Like lips kissing a lover, she suckled me, contracting the velvety smoothness of her pussy-lips around the head of my prick, milking me of my seed and drawing it from me like a babe to a breast. I felt the first volcanic eruption as the sperm exploded from deep within my balls. It had been sudden, unexpected. Yet I didn’t feel at all guilty by the pre-mature release of my fluids. I felt the power of its force as it screamed in agonized pleasure up the shaft of my prick, enveloping the heated confines of her lava rich vagina. I felt it coat and bathe the insides of her in a copious cascade of soothing sweetness. And then as a thousand tiny hands beckoned me from every fiber of her being, I slid into her fully and completely until I felt the head of my prick nearly enter her womb. It was here that I sprayed the rest of my spending into her in what felt like one long drawn out orgasmic release. Once again I felt everyone descend upon us, but I welcomed the warm comforting blanket of flesh as Rhonda and I were surrounded in it. Gently I felt my arms, legs and neck caressed. I felt soft hands gently kneading the goose-pimpled skin of my ass, felt my balls softly caressed, petted as my cock continued to rest comfortably and oh so wonderfully inside Rhonda’s cunt. Occasionally I felt tiny quivers and contractions surround me as she slowly came back from her own journey to paradise as I simply awaited her return.

#

By the time Rhonda had finally begun to stir, most everyone had gotten up and began dressing. We’d been at it a lot longer time than any of us could have imagined. Joanne and Janice were both running late for afternoon appointments, and April had slipped quietly away to make an urgent phone call.

“You are planning on staying for dinner yes?” Maggie asked looking down at Rhonda and I as we both finally took in our now somewhat awkward situation. Both Maggie and Gladys had dressed, leaving us as the only two who hadn’t as yet. I quickly handed Rhonda my robe, snagging a large towel for myself wrapping it around myself as I stood.

Rhonda was grinning a little sheepishly from ear to ear. “I AM famished,” she said easily.

“I’m not surprised,” Gladys jumped in teasing her daughter. “You are a lot like me in many ways,” she indicated. “Though I’ve always had a penchant for sweets after a few nice orgasms myself.”

I was already looking about for my cigarettes, my one true vice being the need or at least a nice full drag on a smoke sometime afterwards.

“What time do you think we’ll be eating?” Rhonda asked.

“I thought an early light dinner perhaps, Gladys and I thought we’d head to the store to pick up a few things, and then come back and fix it…so say about two hours?” she winked at Rhonda knowingly.

“Thank you Maggie,” Rhonda said turning towards me. “Never mind the cigarettes,” she said. “Save it for later.” Rhonda stood up holding out her hand to me, and together we headed off towards the bedroom.

That was probably for me the best cigarette I’ve ever had.

#

We all sat together relaxing after dinner enjoying a nice bottle of cognac that Maggie had been saving for a special occasion. And by her way of thinking, the day’s events had been probably one of the most erotic and sensual that any of us had managed to enjoy together as a group.

Perhaps it was a combination of the cognac, and my more than satiated libido coming together, but I was feeling a bit melancholy and abnormally quiet.

“I know what your thinking…and feeling Richard,” Maggie told me. “You’re wondering how anything will ever feel that good or that special again aren’t you?”

I laughed nervously caught in my own thought. “Yes, well…it was pretty fucking intense!” I stated, trying to hide my uncertainty, using vulgarity to mask my feelings. But as usual, Maggie saw through the façade. Even Rhonda sat quietly, downcast eyes towards the floor as she sat cupping her empty glass.

“Rhonda, although you are certainly one of us now, it is neither a requirement nor an expectation that you come down and make that long drive every weekend. You know of course that we will ALL anxiously look forward to your coming whenever you can make it, and I for one would be more than willing to make the drive to your place on occasion. But that’s not what’s really bothering you is it?” she asked as realization came to her.

Rhonda looked up, glancing briefly at me, and then back towards Maggie. “No, not entirely no,” she straightened herself in her chair, placing the empty glass down on the coffee table. “I think what I experienced was beyond anything I expected it to be like for one thing,” she began. “And I do want to participate and experience things with all of you now whenever possible. But yes, the distance and my job responsibilities aren’t going to allow me to do that as frequently as I’d like. But even more importantly to me, I also realized something else tonight that I had been wondering about, something like an itch just below the surface that you just can’t seem to scratch away completely.”

Rhonda stood pacing the floor a little awkwardly, returning to sit down next to me on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. “And, I want more than ever to spend as much time with you Richard. Something else I know I can’t do as often or as frequently as I would like. I know this sounds strange; we’ve really just barely met. But I find that I want to spend time with you, getting to know you as a person. And yes, the sex between us is incredible, and there’s certainly something to be said about that. But even after the lovemaking, I want you to be there, I want to see you in the morning needing a shave. I want to see you in the afternoon when you’re all sweaty and dirty after working on your car, or fixing something on the house. And I can’t very well do that, or experience that under the circumstances now can I?”

I sat there with my mouth open I know. I wasn’t sure what I was hearing, and even if I had heard her, I wasn’t sure I was hearing her correctly.

“I don’t know Gladys, did she just say she loved Richard?”

I heard Gladys laugh softly. “Sounded like it to me,” she replied.

Rhonda choked back a tear and I heard the startled quiver in her voice as she sat beside me, turning her face away from me so that I couldn’t see her.

“I guess I do,” she admitted to herself as much as to everyone else including me.

“Then say it my dear,” Maggie admonished her, waiting patiently.

Rhonda faced me, looking me squarely in the eyes. “I love you Richard. As unbelievable as that sounds, especially as we’ve only known one another for such a short time, I really do love you. There, I said it!” Once again Rhonda turned her head so that I could not see the tears, which were freely flowing now.

My heart was somewhere up around my throat. I’d just gone through a messy divorce, I had very little to call my own, let alone anything to offer this woman that would prove me at all worthy of someone like her. I’d sworn to myself that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone so quickly again at least, let alone allow myself to fall in love with anyone anytime soon.

“I love you too Rhonda,” I told her, surprised when having said that, that I actually meant it.

“Well, now that that’s settled!” Maggie said standing up, “I think the two of you should cement this relationship with a little good old fashioned fucking, don’t you agree Gladys?”

Even Gladys had a lustily wicked expression across her face when she realized where this was suddenly heading. “Oh heavens yes! I think that’s a marvelous idea Maggie, and I think they should do it right here, right now while we watch the two lovers do it don’t you think?”

I’d had all the prudishness banished out of me ever since I’d gotten to know Maggie, but even this one seemed a little out there. I turned half expecting Rhonda to voice a similar concern, but saw her rise up off the arm of the chair and slowly begin undressing.

“Would you mind grabbing us a couple of those nice big fluffy pillows? Oh, and maybe a nice thick blanket too? I think we’re going to be at this a while,” she said smiling at me.

A short time later Maggie and Gladys sat across from us on the couch, caressing and toying with one another while they watched Rhonda and I making love. Rhonda purposely had me lie on my side behind her, both of us facing towards the couch where we in turn could enjoy the picture of Maggie and Gladys touching one another’s breasts, softly fingering taut hard nipples, gently exploring and arousing one another’s wet juicy sounding slits. The feel of my cock as it slid in and out of Rhonda’s tight slick cunt was heavenly. I reached around her cupping her breasts, exploring them as though it was the first time all over again. She purred contentedly in my arms, thrusting back against me, making my cock throb with eagerness and desire for her. Maggie and Gladys contentedly on the couch playing with one another, watching us intently, enjoying the passion we were sharing with them. I knew then that what I needed, wanted out of life. I needed the erotic passion and sensual excitement that I had been missing for so many years. And here now, with Rhonda, my dearest and sweetest friend Maggie, as well as all those wonderful sexy erotic women in our little Ya Ya Dildohood group, I had all that. And more.

#

Maggie and Gladys left soon after, leaving Rhonda and I alone to spend the evening together. Rhonda had to return home in the morning of course. So we made the best of what little time we had making love nearly the entire night. As exhausted as I was with so little sleep, I still felt more alive than I’d ever felt before as the first rays of the morning sunshine danced over Rhonda’s still sleeping nude form. It was only moments after that that the phone rang.

“Good morning Maggie,” I said without waiting to make sure it was her, somehow I knew it would be.
“Morning sleepyhead, the two of you up yet?” she asked.

“Just getting,” I yawned.

Maggie laughed. “Well throw something on, I have fresh baked bread, and hot steaming coffee waiting for you two.”

Maggie never ceased to amaze me. Fresh bread. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was barely past seven. “We’ll be over shortly,” I told her, seeing Rhonda only then rolling over wrapping her mouth around my flaccid penis. “Actually, make that about a half hour,” I amended.

Once again Maggie laughed. “Tell Rhonda she’ll have to hurry with you then, or the bread will be too cold to fully enjoy by the time she finishes sucking you off.”

“How’d you know?” I began to ask. But Maggie had already hung up.

#

Rhonda had left by noon, a long drive ahead of her. Maggie had sensed that I had no desire to be left alone, having already made the decision ahead of time that I wouldn’t be.

“We’re going over to Shirley’s for dinner,” she announced later that afternoon. “And its going to be a rather late night,” she hinted. “You might want to consider taking a shower, then a nap. I’ll call you around six.”

Maggie all but shoved me out her door at that point, reminding me about the late night, adding that I should also plan on popping another one of those amazing blue pills before coming over. To be honest, I was pretty fucked out, not sure if even the pill would do much to put me in the mood, let alone raise the dead. I was out like a light shortly after taking my shower, Maggie’s wake-up call promptly at six just as she said it would be.

“Take the pill Richard, and come over as soon as you’re dressed.”

Maggie never let me wiggle out of anything. Already the dial tone informing me she’d hung up.

The relatively short drive over to Shirley’s was done in silence. Moody, I wasn’t really in the spirit of doing anything sexual, besides still being fairly worn out enough as it was. Pulling into the long driveway, I noticed several cars parked out front.

“What’s going on?” I asked breaking the silence we’d shared on the way over. I’d assumed we were having a simple intimate dinner with just Shirley and ourselves. Maggie pulled her car in behind the others, shutting off the ignition, only then turning in her seat facing me.

“This is Shirley’s semi-annual ‘Buff-ay’ as she calls it.” The way Maggie had pronounced the word buffet, I knew there was a lot more behind this than she’d let on. Her smile momentarily faded having said that as she continued to sit there looking at me.

“What?” I asked looking back.

“Before we go inside, you and I are going to have a little chat,” Maggie said seriously. “Or rather I’m going to talk, and you’re going to quietly listen,” she informed me sternly.

Maggie wasn’t serious all that often. But hearing the particular tone in her voice I was hearing now, told me to keep my mouth closed and listen to her just as she’d asked without interruption. Maggie acknowledged my understanding with a nod of her head.

“For starters, you will see Rhonda more often than not. So don’t be so melancholy about it Richard, it doesn’t suit you. Secondly, this particular dinner party that Shirley’s invited ‘you’ too,” she said emphasizing the word, “Is something that everyone looks forward too twice a year, especially those of us who’ve attended them before. So I don’t want your bad mood to ruin it. Not for her, not for me. But especially not for the rest of her guests either. Now. You can either remain outside here in the car until such time as you can smile, and mean it. Or, you can come inside with me, enjoy yourself, and have a good time.”

If Maggie had been using the phone, she’d have hung up by now. As it was, she’d opened her door already stepping out before I’d had even half a chance of answering her. I opened my door, smiling, and genuinely meaning it.

“That’s better,” Maggie said taking my arm. “Now relax Richard. We’re going to have a fun evening, and I can assure you, you’ll have a much better time than you can even begin to imagine,” she promised me.

Julia met us at the door. This time she was dressed, or at least partially so anyway. She was wearing a maid’s uniform of sorts. Her skirt was short, black complete with black nylons, and she was wearing a tiny white maids cap on her head. Her top however was anything but standard, her breasts completely exposed, supported by a black corset that lifted each breast, even though she didn’t need the obvious support.

“Good evening Julia,” Maggie said in greeting, also unlike any maid I’d ever heard of, leaning forward to kiss her as we entered into the foyer. Likewise, I did the same giving Julia an affectionate kiss before entering further.

“Most everyone is here already,” Julia told us. “You may use the ‘undressing-room’ just around the corner,” she added.

I glanced towards Maggie who was already leading me off in that direction. “Shirley had this enormous coat-closet built just for these occasions,” she informed me. “If I had the room to do it, I’d have one in my home.”

We soon entered a door a short distance away. I noticed as we did that it appeared to be the biggest walk-in closet I’d ever seen before with several comfortable looking bench seats situated in the middle of the room. Almost immediately, Maggie began removing her clothes, carefully hanging things up as she did. I wasn’t about to dawdle or be left behind, so I quickly removed my clothing too. Maggie gave me one quick look, smiling with approval, a minor reminder to remain in a better mood than I had been.

“This way,” Maggie said exiting through a different door than the one we’d come in through. Obviously, she’d done this before.

The moment the door opened, I could hear voices, some minor laughter, soft music playing in the background. Maggie led me down another short hallway until we reached two massive wooden doors that went from floor to ceiling.

“Ready?” she asked turning towards me one final time. I merely nodded my head. I had no idea what to expect, or what to be ‘ready’ for as she’d asked me. But whatever it was, I was bound and determined not to disappoint either Maggie or Shirley. Maggie opened the door, and I quickly followed behind.

“Maggie! Richard!” Shirley exclaimed walking towards us. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

Like us, Shirley was of course naked too, along with everyone else who I quick-counted to be a dozen people or so.

“We’re just waiting for Sandra and Ned. They should be here any time now. As soon as they arrive, we’ll head into the dinning room for the ‘buff-ay’,” she said pronouncing the word the exact same way Maggie had earlier. “In the meantime, please…fix yourselves a drink.” Shirley had by the sweep of her arm, indicated the elaborate, fully stocked bar that filled one entire wall of the sitting room where everyone had gathered. Most were standing, though a few of the women where sitting busily chatting with one another. It was evident by their conversations that most hadn’t seen one another in quite some time. I also noticed that one couple spoke a very broken English with a distinctly French accent. Obviously they had traveled a long way just to be here. I also noticed that Paolo was there too, having spotted Maggie and I coming in, had just then arrived to greet us both himself. He quickly shook my hand in delighted greeting, then embraced Maggie with a not so gentle kiss, placing both of his enormous paws over her breasts squeezing them each hello.

I quickly made my way over to the bar after that, Maggie asking me to fix her a drink and then come over to join her where she now stood chatting with the French couple I’d heard speaking moments ago.

“Richard? I’d like to introduce you to Jacque, and Claudia,” she informed me. “They live just outside of Paris. I met them years ago while vacationing there with Shirley. They’ve been coming to these little parties twice a year now ever since.”

Though tall, he was also very thin. More wiry, strong than skinny or weak looking. I couldn’t help but notice as he approached accepting my hand, that his penis was about the smallest I’d ever seen, obviously flaccid at the moment. But even in the extreme cold I didn’t look quite that small. Jacque laughed, following my gaze.

“You know what zay say about the French no? What we lack een zize, we make up for een other ways!” Only then did Jacque show me what he meant by that by easily sticking his tongue out, licking the tip of his nose with plenty of room to spare having done so.

Maggie laughed. “I don’t mind telling you Jacque, even with that talented tongue of yours, Richard here could teach you a few things!” she said winking at me.

I felt a hell of a lot better all of a sudden. Even more so when Claudia, Jacque’s wife approached me, immediately reaching out clasping my penis in her hand. “How do you do?” she spoke in near perfect English with only a hint of her native tongue pronouncing the words as she did.

A good head and shoulders shorter than even I was, Claudia was a little pixie of sorts with short, closely cropped bright red hair. And though I wouldn’t call her exactly flat chested, her small breasts were hardly more than well-rounded mounds, though each was capped with enormously large areolas, rosy-pink with long thin nipples. We shook hands briefly before Claudia dropped down onto her knees before me, looking up. “May I?” she asked.

Stunned, I sought Maggie wondering what to make of this. “You might as well get used to it Richard, there will be a lot more of that going on before the nights through. And this is how Claudia greets everyone anyway. So, you might as well let her or she’ll start pouting until you eventually give in.”

I glanced down towards her and smiled. Claudia immediately drew my semi-flaccid prick into her mouth and began tonguing it in ways I hadn’t quite felt before.

“Good isn’t she?” Maggie queried me. “And she licks a pretty nice pussy too!”

I was just starting to enjoy the blowjob I was receiving from her when the sound of Shirley’s voice announcing that Sandra and Ned had finally arrived drew everyone’s attention towards the door. Sadly, even Claudia stood at that point, releasing my now very aroused, very hard prick.

Ned was the biggest man I had ever seen. And by big, I didn’t mean fat or overweight. This guy had muscles on top of muscles. And being naked, I could clearly see each and every one of them!

“Wait until you see his specialty later,” Maggie quickly whispered to me as Shirley led them over to introduce them.

“Specialty?” I wanted to ask her, thinking it instead. “What specialty?”

Sandra was equally attractive, but of course in a much more appealing way. She had long light brown hair that fell well over each breast. Both of which were large, certainly bigger even than Maggie’s, hiding beneath the fullness of her hair as though playing ‘peek-a-boob’ with me. Even more striking than her magnificent breasts however were her near-emerald green eyes that were bright, vivacious, and accentuated the widest smile on a woman I’d ever seen before. I also couldn’t help but notice she’d shaved her pussy, sporting a tiny tattoo off to one side that appeared to be some sort of winged fairy.

“Richard? These are two of my dearest friends, Ned and Sandra. They live on the East coast, and come out here twice each year just for these parties,” she stated introducing them. Like Claudia, Sandra immediately reached for my prick, holding it even as we shook hands. Maggie had been right. It seemed this was the formal, or rather informal way everyone tended to greet everyone else. Taking a bit of a gamble, I reached out cupping one of Sandra’s enormous breasts. She immediately smiled, turning to face Shirley.

“I see you’ve already warned him,” she teased. “I like a man who knows what he likes,” she then added looking back at me.

Still quite firm, Sandra continued squeezing my prick until she’d milked out a droplet of pre-cum, which she swiped away with her finger, sticking it inside her mouth.

“I’ll be back for more of this a bit later,” she announced to everyone.

“Well, since everyone’s here now, I guess we can all go into the dining room!” Shirley stated, beginning to usher everyone out through the door adjoining the formal dining area.

The first thing I noticed was the array of delicacies all laid out on an enormous buffet table. Everything from Beluga Caviar, to Escargot, and some things I didn’t even know the names for. Not exactly the type of buffet I was used to. The second thing I noticed however was the six male, and six female servants, including Julia all of which were dressed similarly to the way she was. Though the six males wore nothing more than black satin briefs with holes strategically placed so that their pricks were exposed.

Maggie had taken a hold of my elbow; guiding me towards the line where we’d begin dishing up whatever items we wanted to try. “One of the rules…” she began whispering. “Is that the waiters can’t serve you anything to drink unless they’re sporting an erection,” she told me.

I noticed than none of them currently had one either. “Guess I won’t be drinking much,” I whispered back, causing Maggie to laugh out loud.

“Don’t worry. Though Paolo and Jacque could care, most of the women ensure they become erect prior to pouring,” she assured me. And with Shirley on one side, and Sandra on the other, I’m sure one of them will be more than happy to see to your waiters requirements.”

“What about the women?” I asked. “What requirements do they have?”

Once again Maggie laughed. “I would think it was obvious, but I’ll let you figure that one out,” she said teasingly.

Although the dinner was interesting, the waiters and waitresses made it even more so. I was fortunate enough that Julia saw to whatever needs I had. Frequently clearing away my dishes giving me affectionate little strokes, and lingering long enough for me to fondle or suck on her tits every time she leaned over. Shirley of course kept our waiter entertained, stroking his prick until it was hard as a rock, where he then poured us fresh glasses of wine.

After nearly two hours of slow easy dining, Shirley invited everyone to follow her downstairs to the ‘recreation room’ as she called it. I briefly caught Maggie’s eyes as she’d been sitting at the far end of the table all through dinner. She blew me a kiss, mouthing the words “Have fun,” taking Paolo’s arm as he escorted her out the door behind Shirley. The recreation room was certainly that. It was immense for one thing, the largest room I’d ever seen in any home. Filled with all kinds of comfortable looking furniture, it also had all kinds of other contraptions that initially didn’t make a lot of sense to me. One of which was a swing of sorts with several harnesses that hung suspended from the ceiling. Along one wall there appeared to be several alcoves, each one capable of holding three or four people, each having a soft mattress inside, with differing colored lights for each of the cubby-holes as I called them. In addition, there must have been a hundred or more burning candles, the only other source of lighting inside the entire room giving it both a warm, as well as sensual glow.

Having never attended one of these parties before, I wasn’t at all sure what was expected, or what I should be doing, if anything. Everyone else seemed to suddenly start pairing off, either in groups or in threesomes. But nowhere did I see anyone doing anything in simple pairs. Slightly nervous, I was glad to finally see Shirley heading in my direction. I noticed that Sandra was with her.

“Come on Richard, Sandra wants to try the swing, so you can help us get her situated.”

As big as the room was, I didn’t see Maggie anywhere. “Where’s Maggie?” I asked.

Shirley pointed over to one of the alcoves. “I think she Paolo, Jacque and Claudia are inside one of those,” she indicated. “By the way Richard, I have a little surprise planned for Maggie a bit later. I’ll fill you in on the details after a while.”

I was about to ask her what it was when I saw Ned suddenly pick up one of the other women who I’d seen earlier, spinning her around with ease because of his enormous strength. And suddenly I understood what his specialty was.

Performing a standing ‘69′ with her, Ned was happily munching her pussy while she in turn was positioned perfectly, suspended as she was, to hungrily suck his prick. Even Shirley had to stop and watch Ned momentarily, as had Sandra.

“He does that so well!” Sandra commented.

“I know,” Shirley sighed, obviously remembering a past experience. “He promised to come and find me later,” Shirley sighed once again.

Returning to the swing, I began helping Shirley secure the harness and straps around Sandra until she was free-swinging in the air. “Would you like the blindfold too?” Shirley asked.

“Oh yes! It makes the experience all the more enjoyable!” Sandra told us. It was about that time I noticed all the waiters and waitresses, including Julia had entered the room with us. Shirley motioned two of them over to where we were standing.

“Richard, why don’t you start things off here?” she told me. Shirley then directed each of the other men who had joined us to begin caressing Sandra in whatever ways they liked, each immediately fondling and caressing her breasts. The swing was at the perfect height of course. Shirley took several moments coaxing my semi-erection to full hardness, working out the nervousness until I was capable of performing.

When she’d gotten me considerably aroused, she told me to join her in the ‘pit’ when I was through having fun here.

“The pit?” I asked.

“Yeah, down at the far end of the room. You’ll hear and see several people standing around, come join me when you’re ready.”

Shirley headed off in that direction, along with several others who were already making their way there too. Turning back around to face Sandra, she was enjoying the ministrations of the two guys who were now sucking each one of her tits.

“Don’t cum in me,” she admonished. “When you’re ready to shoot, pull out and spray it on me. I like the feel of that warm cum landing on my body,” she told me along with the other two guys who were still working her breasts.

Sandra’s openly displayed pussy truly was inviting, so I decided to introduce my very erect cock to it, sliding just the tip of my head inside her split until she wiggled anxiously, urging me to fully insert myself.

“Come on Richard, don’t tease me! Fuck me, and fuck me hard!”

Even I had to admit, sliding my dick in and out of Sandra’s wet cunt while she hung suspended before me was one hell of an exciting experience! Thrashing about wildly, the swing allowing her the sensation of almost floating while I did, was driving her nearly as crazy as it was driving me. Remembering her admonition not to cum inside her, when I felt the delicious sensation warning me I was about to let loose, I pulled out, spraying several strong squirts which landed upon one of her breasts, others more directed against her pussy and legs as she called out informing me where she wanted to feel it. When I had fully spent myself, I stepped away, one of the waiters immediately taking my place.

“Thanks Sandra! I really enjoyed that.”

“Hmm, me too baby, me too.”

I headed off in the direction I’d seen Shirley go earlier, already spotting a group of people who seemed to be standing around looking down. “That must be the pit she was telling me about,” I mused to myself.

Shirley wasn’t kidding about the pit. Initially, I had thought it to be a spa of some sort. But as I soon got a better look, I discovered it’s primary purpose. Sunken into the floor about three feet, it was perfectly square, some fifteen by fifteen feet in width. Shirley, Julia, one of the waiters and waitresses I’d seen earlier, along with Ned who’d obviously come over to join them were down inside. Several people merely stood around watching, as I now found myself doing. But what was interesting was that the pit had about two or three inches of some sort of oil in it. Everyone was covered from head to toe in the slippery stuff, slithering over and amongst one another with ease. In some respects, it actually reminded me of a snake pit, seeing all the writhing, undulating flesh squirming about below me. Moments later Shirley spotted me as I stood there watching.
“Richard! Come join us!” she called up to me. “Trust me, you’ll love this!”

I was really quite hesitant about wanting to step down in there, especially with big old Ned slithering about. Which is when a very familiar voice came up from behind. “Come on Richard, if an old broad like me enjoys it, you certainly will!”

The next thing I knew, Maggie had taken my hand in hers, leading me down the steps into the pit where we soon joined the slithering, slick mass of flesh.

I had to admit, it was interesting. Impossible to stand, I was grateful that both the floor as well as the walls were padded, with some sort of protective sealant against the oily substance covering them. Moments after entering, Julia slid over towards me. Covered within seconds, she began sliding up and down my entire body. Without using her hands at all, she managed to slide back and forth, up and down my rapidly reawakening shaft. Almost impossible to even cup her breasts with my hands, they slid back and forth across them with more ease than one could imagine. Her nipples were hard, the sensation amazingly sensual as I ran my hands over them playfully. Julia soon slid off heading in another direction just as Shirley reached out, pulling me into the depths of slippery flesh that all but covered her. I actually laughed, sliding across one person, only to land on another before slipping off them, careening against the sidewall. I could hear Maggie’s laughter, my only clue that she was sliding and slipping around obviously enjoying herself every bit as much as I now found I was.

Hands seemed to be everywhere at once, gliding across my flesh, awakening nerve endings that fueled my desire to peak levels. Everywhere I touched, I came into contact with someone’s slippery flesh, simply allowing the feel of gliding across them just as hands slid, slippery caressing me.

I don’t know how long we played inside the pit, but eventually Shirley announced that most of us should go and shower off, leaving some of the others who’d been waiting their turn to be able to get in and enjoy the experience as much as I had.

“Besides,” Shirley whispered to me. “It’s almost time for Maggie’s surprise!” she said conspiratorially.

I noticed that Shirley had taken a moment to say something to Julia, who nodded her head in acknowledgement just before we entered the shower area. After everyone had showered and dried off, we emerged back into the recreation room where most of the candles had been rearranged into a perfect circle upon the floor. In the middle of which, a gigantic bed of rose petals had been poured, surprisingly thick, though there was also some sort of additional cushioning beneath those.

“What’s this?” Maggie immediately asked as we emerged.

“You’ll see,” Shirley said grinning at her. “Something you once mentioned you wanted to experience.”

Maggie’s eyes widened in sudden understanding. “Really? Now?”

“Right now,” Shirley stated, leading her into the circle, which was soon encompassed by every guest there as they crowed in to watch.

Placing her comfortably down upon the sea of deep red softness, I saw all of the waiters who’d served us earlier suddenly step forward encircling Maggie. Additionally, the waitresses now knelt in front of each of them, and began jerking or sucking the men off. One by one, others soon joined, realizing what was taking place. Shirley had knelt in front of Ned, busily masturbating his prick. Claudia moved over towards me where she too knelt before me and began jacking my cock in an obvious effort to cause me to squirt my juice all over Maggie’s body, just as everyone else was now trying to do.

One by one, as some of the men drew close to their orgasmic ecstasy, they moved closer towards Maggie, now masturbating themselves. Paolo was amongst the first, and not unexpectedly, he soon showered Maggie’s nude body with copious streamers of sticky hot cum that fell in long ropes across each of her breasts. Maggie was squealing delightedly, watching as he did, urging him to keep pounding his prick until he’d managed to milk every last drop of his pulsing cum upon her.

Paolo’s performance soon triggered others who began to approach, adding their own fountains of cream to those, which Paolo had just deposited. Slowly, Maggie’s body took on a sheen of translucent creaminess, now covered nearly from head to toe as near every man there took a turn loosing his sperm on top of Maggie’s body wherever they possibly could.

Claudia had been doing such a magnificent job of sucking me, that I nearly allowed her to finish it, signaling I was almost too close, where she reluctantly removed her mouth, allowing me to step forward closer to Maggie. Upon seeing me, Maggie grinned broadly.

“Bring it here honey,” she cooed affectionately. “I want to feel your cum spilling against my face.”

Seconds later I happily obliged her, watching my spunk splatter against one cheek, though she quickly readjusted, catching the next streamer directly into her mouth.

“My tits too!” she giggled enthusiastically. “Let me feel it on my tits too Richard!”

Though I was nearing the end of my pleasures, I managed a nice squirt upon each before withdrawing back into the crowd, spent and exhausted now, still somewhat stunned by the decadent, obscene display of Maggie’s cum-covered body.

Amongst the last to cum on her, once every man there had indeed finished doing so, Shirley led most of the women who’d been kneeling to begin massaging in the vast amount of fluid into her body. As though having poured a full bottle of lotion onto her, it soon smeared, covering nearly every square inch of her flesh until she was as slick with it as she had been down inside the pit.

I made my way over to the bar, fixing myself a stiff scotch, taking a moment to collect my own wits, as well as giving my nearly sore prick a chance to recover at this point. I’d seen Maggie soon after heading back towards the shower area, along with several of the women who were covered in cum nearly as much as she was.

“Well, well…that was certainly interesting wasn’t it!”

“Gladys!” I nearly screamed jumping up. “When did you get here?”

“Oh, I’ve been here a while,” she said slyly. “But when Shirley told me about the surprise she had in store for Maggie, I wasn’t about to miss it. Men might not be my cup of tea particularly, but I wanted to be here for her to see it. And I don’t mind telling you Richard…even I found it rather stimulating to watch!”

Coming from Gladys, especially with her being a lesbian and all was saying something.

I did feel a little guilty, slightly uncomfortable being here, especially after all that had transpired recently between her daughter and I. But once again Gladys surprised me obviously not taking any of that into account.

“Mind doing me a favor?” she asked.

“Sure Gladys, anything you want!” I responded enthusiastically. “Can I get you a drink or something?”

Gladys laughed, “Or something…” she said suggestively, causing me to suddenly wonder just what the favor was she was really asking.

Taking my hand in hers, she soon led me over towards the wall, climbing up the specially built ladder embedded within the wall until we’d reached one of the highest alcove chambers there was. Entering inside, the cozy eight by eight foot area was bathed in a deep red light, casting an eerie, yet erotic atmosphere about it that I found immediately arousing.

Lying down upon my back, Gladys began fondling my prick, arousing it to surprising hardness. “What are we doing?” I asked curiously. Gladys laughed.

“Believe it or not, next week its my turn to share an erotic experience. Truth is, I really don’t have one. When I thought about the possibility of coming up with something that would take everyone by surprise, I immediately thought of you.”

Gladys suddenly moved, straddling my legs as she prepared to impale herself on my now very rigid prick. I’m sure the questioning look on my face as she did that said it all. Once again she laughed.

“If you’re worried about Rhonda, don’t be. I’ve already called her to speak to her about it. I wanted to make sure she’d be ok with it for one thing. And for the other, she told me to tell you personally from her that she was anxious to hear how much I enjoyed it. So…”

“So?” I questioned stupidly. But by then, Gladys had slipped my cock deep inside her pussy, and the question became moot at that point.

Of all the women I’d now been with, Gladys perhaps surprised me the most. Not just because she had obvious limited experience with men to begin with, but because she surprised the hell out of me with the most exquisite muscle control I’d ever encountered. For long moments, neither of us really moved. As deep inside her as I could possibly be, Gladys merely sat there, milking my prick with her pussy, clenching, contracting, and clenching it again.

“Fuck Gladys, how the hell do you do that?” I actually asked her.

“Practice, lots and lots of practice,” she shot back. “Though not with pricks,” she admittedly almost shyly. Now then, how about playing with my boobs a little too? We’re going to be here a while,” she informed me pleasurably.

It was Maggie that eventually found us, curled up, fast asleep sometime in the middle of the night. “Time to go Richard,” she woke us both saying. “And Gladys? I expect to hear all the juicy details!” she added a moment later.

“Oh you will…next time we’re all together again,” Gladys told her. “So not a word until then!”

Chapter Eight

After the incredible evening at Shirley’s place, it was all I could do to drag myself out of bed and get ready for work. As I showered, I thought about the strange conversation I’d had with Gladys, or rather the strange comment she’d made to me. Thinking about Rhonda, I realized how much I missed her and actually found myself wishing she’d been there at Shirleys with me. Unfortunately, Rhonda had a business to run, having headed home in order to make an early morning business meeting. She’d given me her cell phone number though, telling me to call her day or night, whenever I wanted to. It was exciting, if nothing else, just knowing I could reach her whenever I simply wanted to hear her voice.

I had arrived at my own office that morning, got a few preliminary things out of the way and decided to call her just to hear her, and see how she was doing. As an after thought, I notified my assistant that I would be on an important call. She knew better than to disturb me unless it was a real emergency. Additionally, I took the added precaution of locking my office door. I dialed Rhonda’s cell phone, listening to it ring. The odds were good since she wasn’t answering that she was in one of her meetings and unavailable. I expected to hear her recording when she actually did answer.

“Guess what I’m doing,” I told her, trying to sound wicked as though I really was up to something. I wasn’t of course, but I thought it would be fun to tease her.

“Just a second,” she told me. “Can you hold on?”

“Sure Rhon…” but she’d already put me on hold.

A few seconds later she came back to me. “Hey baby, I wanted to run to my office and get my ear piece. I’m in a meeting at the moment…but it promises to be a long and boring one.”

“Oh…I’m sorry, I’ll call back.”

“Don’t you dare!” she said. “If you really ARE doing what I hope you’re doing, then I’m going to go back inside, sit there and listen to you,” she said excitedly. “So don’t disappoint me baby! I WILL be listening! Now…hang on, I’ll be right back.”

Once again there were a few minutes of silence as she’d placed me on hold. I really hadn’t been doing anything, but suddenly the thought of that was extremely arousing to me. Especially knowing that she WOULD be listening while actually engaged and participating in some sort of business meeting.

“Ok sweetie, my ear piece is in. And I’m just now entering the room. I won’t be able to say too much, but as I told you, I will be listening to you. So, enjoy yourself for me baby. Help make this boring meeting anything but that for me ok?”

I glanced up at my locked door again. I’d mentally masturbated in my office on numerous occasions, but I’d never done so openly. I knew barring a real emergency of some sort that my assistant would honor my request to remain undisturbed, so I thought, “Why the hell not?” I unzipped my slacks, withdrawing my rapidly hardening penis and began to play with it.

“Give me a blow by blow description as to what your plan of action is,” I heard Rhonda addressing whoever she was with. But the way she’d said it, I had no illusion as to whom she was actually speaking too.

On her end of the line, I could just make out the murmur of conversation and discussion taking place. “I wish this WAS a blow by blow,” I said teasingly. “And not just my own hand. The feel of your lips surrounding the head of my cock…”

“What I’m hearing is, that you believe you can rise to the occasion?” Rhonda said. Again, the murmur of voices in the background, agreeing with her on whatever point she’d just made, though I smiled knowing she was still speaking directly to me.

“Oh yes,” I hissed pleasurably. “It’s definitely rising. And sitting here in my office as I am, with my dick sticking out all nice and hard is damn fucking exciting.”

“That good huh?” Though Rhonda had spoken this almost too softly for me to hear let alone anyone else, and then loudly speaking up, adding, “I take it that you won’t find this very difficult to do…but still pretty hard, yes?”

She must have been driving the people she was with crazy with her pointed, almost accusing questions. They literally had no idea as to what was really going on of course.

“Not difficult at all baby. The doors closed, locked, my pants are down around my ankles, and I’m now jacking my cock slowly up and down for you, and yes. It’s very, very hard!”

“I really like the sound of that,” she said to everyone, self included.

“Oh yeah. You SHOULD hear this,” I stated, and bent over low enough so my own head piece was near my cock as I stroked myself, making sure she could in fact hear the wet slippery sounds my hand was making.

I heard her laugh. Heard the buzz and the murmuring suddenly stop on her end.

“Sorry,” she said. “I swallowed wrong…please, continue.”

Just then the buzzer on my desk sounded. It was Christy trying to reach me. Obviously something important HAD come up.

“Fuck!” I said.

“Hmmmm, I like that,” Rhonda stated.

“No…that’s not what I meant,” I said irritated at the annoyance. “My assistant just buzzed me. Can you hold for a second?”

“Yes, could hold onto something as important as that, I’d actually love to sink my teeth into it actually.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Ok baby, wait one. Be right back.” I put Rhonda on hold and opened the intercom to my assistant. “Yes Christy?” I said with obvious irritation in my voice. “What is it?”

I could tell immediately that Christy had picked up the phone so I wasn’t on speaker. Sorry, but your wife’s here, I mean ex-wife,” she said. “She told me to tell you that it was important she see you, and that she didn’t have a whole lot of time.”

“Shit! What the hell does she want?” I snapped. The silence on the other end reminded me of the fact I had never used profanity in front of Christy before. “I’m sorry Christy, it’s not your fault. Ok, give me five minutes and then go ahead and send her in.”

The first order of business was pulling my pants back up and stuffing my hardon back into them. The second was to take Rhonda off hold.

“Rhonda?”

“Hi…we just finished up, heading back to my office now in fact, so I can join you.”

“Shit!” I exclaimed really irritated now. “You’re not going to believe this. My ex is here!”

“Really? That’s the BIG emergency?”

“I guess…maybe. I don’t have any idea why she IS here though. Guess I’m about to find out.”

“Did you cum?”

“No damn it!”

“This could be fun then,” I heard her giggle over the line. “Keep me on…now it’s my turn. Can you safely play with yourself while she’s in your office?” Rhonda asked.

“You can’t be serious!” I told her.

“Oh, but I am. So can you?”

I thought about it. And the more I thought about it the funnier and wilder it seemed. “Yeah, I can actually. But I’ve got to hurry up and unlock the door here first, Christy should be sending her in any minute.”

“Good, do that then go back to your desk and take your cock back out. Stay on the line with me this time, and make her ‘wait’ while you finish up on your phone call, and while I finish myself, and you in the meantime!”

“You’re really bad, you know that?”

“You make me that way,” she said. “Now hurry up, I’m inside my office closing my door, and I’m already cupping one of my tits.”

“Fuck Rhonda,” I said running across my office to unlock my door. I glanced down, saw the bulge in the front of my pants, and worse, a nice big wet spot forming on the outside of my beige slacks. I made it back to my desk, unzipped my fly and fished my cock out once again.

“She there yet?”

“No, any second now however.” And as though I’d willed it Christy knocked, opened my door peeking in. I waved her to escort my ex into my office, which she did. Andrea stepped in and was about to speak when I indicated to her I was still on the phone.

“Be right with you,” I said pinching the mouthpiece on my headset. “Thank you Christy,” I added looking past my ex-wife at her, smiling. Christy shot me a look that said she was sorry, then closed the door.

“You were saying?” I then said to Rhonda. Indicating to Andrea to have a seat with the wave of my hand as I spoke.

“I wasn’t SAYING anything,” she laughed. “But I was undressing while I was waiting. I’m now standing behind my desk wearing nothing but a black camisole,” she visualized for me.

“Ah…um, Ah yes…I can only imagine that,” I finally managed. “Damn, this is a whole lot more difficult than I thought it would be,” I said silently to myself. I was looking at Andrea and rolled my eyes upwards apologetically, hoping I conveyed to her that I was trying to hurry up with the phone call. Surprisingly, she sat there smiling pleasantly at me and waited.

“That’s ok, take your time,” she mouthed at me. Which confused me for a moment until Rhonda got my attention once again.

“Well? Are you playing with it?”

I’d actually forgotten I was sitting there with my semi-erect dick sticking out of my pants. “Good thing I didn’t fucking stand up when she came in,” I thought suddenly.

“Yes, of course,” I said back into the phone with a business like voice.

“You’re lying,” Rhonda said. “I SHOULD make you lean over so I can hear that you really are,” she told me.

“Ah, that won’t be necessary. I can assure you that I am working on it,” I responded actually stroking the head of my dick.

I continued rubbing myself, glancing up at Andrea once more as she sat smiling at me. I squeezed the head of my prick, eliciting a nice droplet or two of slippery precum using it to massage and tease the head of my dick as I continued to nod my head, pretending to be listening to some sort of conversation on the other end of the line. Which to some degree, I was.

“I’m pulling the camisole up over my head now so I can play with my bare breasts.”

“I’d enjoy seeing those,” I stated, acting like I was interested in seeing a set of blue prints or something, which is what I hoped Andrea thought I was talking about. “I bet they’re laid out very nicely,” I added really getting into this now.

“My, aren’t we being a naughty boy?” Rhonda giggled excitedly. “Is your ex sitting across from you?”

“Ah huh,” I said as though pondering a question.

“And you are still jerking off for me?” she asked again.

“You bet, and delighted to be able to do that for you.”
“I want you to cum for me while she’s there, and while I can listen. Think you can do that?”

“Wow, that’s a tough one,” I said once again rolling my eyes at Andrea apologetically, and even more surprised when she smiled at me even more understandingly than before. “But yes, I think I can probably manage it as things are getting pretty close to being finished,” I responded.

“Good, because I’m really fucking close now myself. You made me so fucking horny during MY meeting, and knowing I’m doing the same thing to you now is about the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done at the office before!”

I sat there in my seat, nodding my head to a series of non-existent questions, pretending to be putting up with someone’s ongoing diatribe. I had in fact been stroking, fondling, squeezing and playing with my prick the entire time. I felt the sweet first pangs of orgasmic pleasure building deep within my balls, and realized I had no place to squirt without being obvious about it. I remembered the clean hanky I had in my back pocket however, and came up with the idea of feigning a sneeze.

In the meantime, Rhonda was fingering herself away, closer and closer to orgasm. She continued relating to me how her fingers felt deep inside her pussy, and how she was wishing it were me kneeling down on the floor in her office sucking her clit, instead of the fingers she was using to emulate my sucking lips.

As I raised the hanky to my face, grimacing as though expecting to sneeze, I reacted as though it suddenly went away. Removing the handkerchief, I reached as though to put it back, and dropped it down over my exposed cock instead in a careful ’slight of hand’ display that I suddenly felt very proud of having pulled off.

“Oh God Richard, I’m so close, so close baby.”

To my total and complete horror, Andrea had stood up from her chair at some point, and as involved as I had been, I had not even noticed her. Andrea stood facing away from me thankfully, gazing at the photos on my office wall, admiring a few knick-knacks that I had displayed on several of my bookcases. My biggest concern however, was if she decided to walk over and look out my window. If she did that, she would have a clear, unobstructed view of what I was doing. Short of scooting my chair completely under my desk, which I KNEW would seem odd, I was in danger of having this blow up in my face…literally.

Suddenly, it was a race. Wanting, needing to cum now, and certainly before Andrea decided to check out the ‘view’, I began stroking my prick for all I was worth, once again slightly thankful that she wasn’t looking towards me as I did.

“I’m, cumming!” Rhonda moaned beautifully into my headset.

I felt the first delicious ejaculation explode from my cock into the confines of my hanky, and continued pumping my prick, one eye on my ex, one ear on Rhonda as she had an orgasm considerably more freely into the phone that I was able to do.

“Oh, that….was…nice!” Rhonda said. “And you baby?” she asked breathlessly.

“Definitely!” I answered truthfully. Already having stuffed the hanky back into my back pocket, sequestering my rapidly wilting penis back inside my slacks. Andrea had made her way over to stand beside the window.

“I’ll miss you,” she said. Knowing full well I couldn’t easily answer her back on that one. “Call me? Soon?”

“I will,” I said casually, continuing the business like overtones of our conversation. “And thanks again, for everything,” I added.

“Naughty boy!” I heard the “wink” in her voice, followed quickly by the sound of the dial tone.

“Yes, thank you Mr. Jennings. I promise, I’ll get back to you just as soon as it’s physically possible. No, no problem at all. Yes, yes, you’re welcome. Good-bye.”

I hung up the phone, “Sorry Andrea, it was an important call, and Jack is one of those kind of people that just won’t let you get off the phone very easily.”

“I understand,” she said, walking back over to her seat and taking it. She HAD gotten close to the window, gazing out of it at an angle, but thankfully, I didn’t believe she had seen anything, or surely she’d have reacted to it if she had. I was still shaking slightly from the incredible excitement of the whole experience. Not realizing a real sneeze was coming until it was nearly upon me. Automatically, I reached back into my pocket and retrieved my handkerchief, just barely covering my nose and mouth when I sneezed.

“Bless you,” she said.

“Thank you,” I responded wiping my mouth and nose, beginning at that moment to replace the hanky.

“Uh, um, you’ve got a little of it on your nose.” Andrea said pointing at me a little uncomfortably.

“What?”

Her face reddened. “Snot, you’ve got a bit of snot on the side of your nose,” she laughed openly at me.

Horrified, I reached up with my hand to wipe it, distrusting to use the hanky once again in doing so. In the millisecond it took to wipe the so-called ’snot’ off my nose, I glanced at it, and saw it certainly wasn’t, and hoped desperately that Andrea didn’t know that.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly, wiping my cum wad into my hanky as I did. “Now, why are you here?” I asked, once again taking my less than friendly voice with her as I locked eyes with her.

At least the tone of my voice sobered her up slightly, and though continuing to smile at me, she had at least quit snickering.

“What I wanted to drop by and tell you was, I’ve been transferred!”

“Thank God!” I thought. “Asia perhaps?” I wondered silently. “Oh? Where too?”

“Here!”

“Here?”

“Yes here, San Diego!” she said excitedly.

“And the reason you felt like you needed to tell me that was?”

“Was, because I came down this past weekend to look for a place to live.”

“And?”

“And, I’ve found a place. It’s perfect for me.”

“And?”

“And I wanted you to know about it, because I didn’t want you to think I was stalking you or something.”

“Andrea?” I said questioningly, a sudden fearful knot beginning to form deep within the pit of my stomach.

“It’s just down the street from you, about a block away,” she said matter of factly.

“Terrific!” I said sarcastically.

“Yes it is, isn’t it?” she said clueless, missing my point entirely.

“Anyway, after our last encounter together, and the way that all ended so horribly. I’ve been giving it some thought, and I think that maybe you and I should discuss what happened. And since we’re practically neighbors, I was hoping that maybe you could come over one night for dinner or something. Just as soon as I’m all moved in of course.”

“Of course,” I said again as sarcastically as before.

“Actually, maybe you’d feel more comfortable going someplace for dinner rather than coming over to my place.”

“Andrea,” I began.

“We still need to talk Richard. Especially since we’ll be living so close to one another. Maybe if we clear the air, we can get on with our lives.”

I was about to tell her “No fucking way” when I’d heard that last part. Maybe she really was serious this time. And if there was one thing I wanted to do, it was get on with my life, which excluded having anything to do with her.

“Ok, dinner out someplace sounds fine. When?”

“Are you free tomorrow evening?” she asked.

I thought, “Sure…what time?”

“How about we meet at ‘The Wharf’ around eight,” she said standing up from her seat and preparing to leave. “Oh, don’t bother standing up, she said smiling. “I wouldn’t want to embarrass you any more than necessary,” she added.

“Excuse me?”

Andrea made it as far as the door before she turned back around to face me. “By the way, do you always masturbate whenever you’re on the phone?” She winked at me, opened the door and stepped out before I could say anything. Christy stood just outside the door, she’d been on her way into my office for whatever reason, and looked at me about as red faced as I’ve ever seen her. Andrea laughed wickedly, stepped past my assistant and headed out of the offices.

Christy stepped into my office holding up a pink-slip message for me. She was blushing furiously and waving it at me like a hanky, a cum stained pink hanky. Normally I would have stood, but under the bizarre suddenly very freaky circumstances, I couldn’t.

“I’m….I’m….sorry,” she said holding it out to me. “Rhonda? Called to say she just wanted you to know how much she enjoyed what you just did for her, she wanted to ensure I gave this message to you before your wife, your ex-wife I mean… left. She said that was VERY important for some reason.”

I could only hope that Christy, as bright as she really was, was naive enough to have NO idea what was really going on, or what had really just taken place. Bad enough trying to explain anything else to her, whether she was suspicious of it or not. I hoped she thought, that my ex had simply said something horrible enough to try and make me look foolish. Which she had, in essence, managed to accomplish very well without really trying.

“Thank you Christy,” I said taking the note from her, though I did have to sit up slightly and reach out in order to do so, just managing without sitting up all the way. I had no idea if the spot had dried enough on my pants not to be noticeable. But I wasn’t about to look down and check it out at the moment either.

Once Christy had given me the message, she all but fled from my office. A second or two later, I was laughing hysterically.

#

I arrived home from work as confused and as frustrated as I had ever been. On the one hand, I’d had the most incredible morning imaginable. On the other, I once again had my ex-wife to face and deal with.

I’d barely gotten inside, sitting my briefcase down on the kitchen counter when the phone rang. I was half expecting it to be Andrea when I answered.

“Hello!” I said a little too forcefully.

“Bad day huh?”

“Oh, sorry Maggie. Yeah, it was, and wasn’t actually.”

She laughed. “Want to tell me about it?”

“I’d like that.”

“Good, nothing fancy for dinner. You hungry?”

“Famished.” And suddenly I really was.

“Listen, tell you what, first we’ll fix you a nice hot tub to sit and relax in. I’ll wash your back and you can lay back and tell me all about it. Afterwards we’ll have a nice little dinner together, and then you can go down on me. How’s that sound?”

Good ‘ole Maggie, if there was anyone in the world that could sooth the savage beast she could.

“I’ll be right over,” I told her. And then as usual. all I heard was the dial tone.

Maggie was already running the bath by the time I got there. Stripping off my clothing was as natural for me around her now as it had ever been. I stepped into the hot soapy, fragrantly scented water and began to enjoy my ‘Calgon’ experience. True to her word, Maggie washed my back but she didn’t leave it at that either. As though I was her little boy, which is almost the way I felt around her during times like this, she washed my arms, even my pits and continued down over my legs, washing my feet and each one of my toes too.

Slowly I began to relate to her the details of my incredible day. Maggie listened intently, laughing where appropriate, and occasionally having me retell her the more interesting parts, especially when I described to her the way Rhonda had sounded when she touched herself, or how I had felt in doing the same. Little by little I slowly unwound and actually became less and less irritated with my ex-wife.

We’d had a light but delicious dinner of pasta salad and several glasses of wine. Now as we lay head to toe upon her bed, we languished in the afterglow of two very nice climaxes that we’d given one another in a slow oral simultaneous tonguing that had releaved a considerable amount of stress.

“So what should I do, Maggie?” I asked my head still nestled comfortably between her legs, the aroma of her feminine juices still wafting pleasurably in my face.

She licked the shaft of my cock like a kitten stroking her fur after a nice long nap. “I think maybe you should go, see what she has to say, at least.” She licked me slowly again. I was only half hard now, her licks not meant to stimulate, though they did feel very, very nice.

“At least you’ll be on neutral ground,” Maggie added. “Though I certainly don’t know her the way you do, I can’t imagine that anything could happen over dinner.”

I thought about that for a moment. Normally I would have agreed with her, but under the circumstances, I wasn’t putting anything past my ex-wife at the moment. “I don’t know Mags, maybe you’re right. Guess we’ll see tomorrow night though, won’t we?”

She answered by drawing my penis back inside her mouth intently, meaning to make me nice and hard once again. And she did.

#

I arrived at the ‘Wharf’ where we’d agreed to meet for dinner a half hour early. I wanted to get at least one drink under my belt before Andrea arrived, and possibly two. Sitting down at the bar, I ordered, turning to scan the room in the event that Andrea had had the same intentions as I had. That was when I saw Joanne and Janice sitting over in one of the small comfy booths sharing a drink and chatting. They saw me at the same time I spotted them and immediately waved me over.

“Hi!” I said, surprised to see them there. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Hi Richard,” they said as one in greeting. Then Joanne answered my question. “This is one of our favorite places to come for dinner. We eat here probably once a week at least. Are you here with someone?” she asked, looking past me expecting to see someone sitting at the bar.

“Actually, I’m having dinner with my ex-wife.”

“Andrea is it?” Janice asked. I nodded my head yes. “Just social? Or you two trying to patch things up?” she pressed.

“Neutral ground, Maggie called it. We’re having dinner and hopefully putting the last pieces of our relationship to bed so we can get on with our own lives,” I explained.

“Well Richard, I’d be very careful about what it is she wants to put in that bed,” Joanne warned me.

I laughed, having to agree with her on that point. “Yes, and believe me, I’ve got my guard up,” I told her.

“Just don’t let her try and get anything else up,” Janice added. “I know you, once you start thinking with your dick,” she said lowering her voice, “…like most men, you seem to lose all ability to think clearly.” They both laughed at that, and though I didn’t join them in their little joke, I did smile acknowledging their concerns.

“Is that her?” Janice said suddenly.

I turned glancing towards the entry of the bar. Andrea was indeed standing in the doorway and had spotted me talking to Janice and Joanne. “Well, guess I’d better go,” I said. “See you both on Saturday?” I questioned turning to leave.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Janice said. Joanne blew me a kiss, and then I headed off to join Andrea for dinner.

Andrea was dressed to the nines, probably a little more elegantly than was necessary for this place. She’d worn her long hair braided over one shoulder leaving the other bare, which is how she knew I’d loved her wearing it when we were dating. “Uh oh…” I thought as I approached. “She’s pulling out all of the stops.”

I kissed her offered cheek. “Would you care for something to drink?” I asked. She glanced past me towards the table to where Joanne and Janice were still sitting.

“I’ll order something at the table,” she said. “Shall we go and sit down?”

Having made reservations, I gave the hostess my name. Andrea and I followed, groaning inwardly when I saw where she had placed us. The restaurant was known for it’s intimate little settings. Though there were a few tables designed to seat multiple couples, all of their two person seating’s were in quaint little half-booths that ensured couples sat next to one another though comfortably at an angle rather than apart from one another.

Our hostess had additionally positioned us so that we had a nice picture window overlooking the ocean, with the back rest of the booth behind us, it also gave us a great deal of privacy from other patrons sitting close by.

Andrea immediately slid into the booth, looking up at me expectantly. I smiled at the Hostess. “Thanks,” I said with less sincerity behind it than the word actually implied.

Our hostess smiled sweetly, waving over a drink waiter once Andrea had indicated she would like something, having missed my point entirely. “Not her fault,” I chastised myself silently taking my seat next to Andrea.

Andrea had worn a bright red satin dress that seemed to cling to every curve of her body. It was immediately obvious to me that she wasn’t wearing a bra either as her nipples were so perfectly outlined against the thin material of her gown, I could have counted each and every bump that was shown. Not to mention the twin hard little points pressing throug