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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 through the material.

In addition to that, the dress itself had a deep ‘V’ neckline plunging down to a perfect point just below her naval. The only piece of jewelry she’d worn, a nice sized diamond stud, piercing her bellybutton. Every time Andrea moved or leaned forward even in the slightest, the front of her dress parted revealing almost entirely one or the other of her breasts.

“Interesting dress,” I told her.

“You like it?” she asked leaning forward.

I had to admit, her tits looked pretty good to me as she leaned over. Even though they weren’t the same one’s I’d originally married.

“Are you ready to order?”

Our waitress had arrived unexpectedly, to my immediate relief. I noticed that Andrea remained in the same position she had been in, unmoving, and showing a goodly portion of her right breast to the waitress. Even our waitress noticed as I sat there looking at her, while she stood looking over at Andrea. Her face reddening slightly.

“I’d like the lobster,”Andrea said, which didn’t surprise me. She’d placed her hand on my thigh beneath the table. “My treat,” she added huskily.

“I’d like the steak AND lobster,” I decided grinning. “She wants to pay?” I thought, “Then, she’ll pay.”

Our waiter arrived with the drinks we’d ordered, and as he began setting them down on our table, I heard commotion behind me as the hostess attempted to sit another couple.

“No, if you don’t mind, we’d like that table over there,” I heard a familiar voice saying.

From my vantage point, I was able to look back over my shoulder without being too obvious about it. When I did, I saw April and Shirley sitting down at the booth behind us. Though the back of their booth would be facing us, ensuring ‘their’ privacy, it meant they would be no more than three or four feet away from where we were sitting. I laughed in spite of myself. “Coincidence?” I thought, “Not hardly.”

Andrea removed her hand from my thigh when I laughed. I’d forgotten she’d placed it there, having left it on me the entire time, even as the waiter served us our drinks.

“Something funny?” she asked.

“Oh no, just something I remembered,” I stated quickly lifting my scotch to take a drink.

“Have anything to do with yesterday?” she questioned.

I choked, almost spilling it all over myself in the process. “Why do you ask?” I managed.

“Just wondered WHY you were sitting there playing with yourself.” she said softly so that I was confident that not even Shirley or April could have heard her, unless they’d brought along a pair of stethoscopes, which at this point wouldn’t have surprised me.

A combination of Andrea’s revealing dress, the drinks, as well as the erotic morning I had spent on the phone with Rhonda, had caused my prick to harden involuntarily. My brain vaguely reminded me of Janice and Joanne’s warning. Andrea placed her hand back on my thigh once again, but this time slid it smoothly up my leg before I could react, and brushed my swollen stiff penis.

“Hmmmm, making you horny, am I?” she teased. She’d said that loudly enough that so that Shirley and April both could have heard it, with or without a stethoscope. Once again I glanced over behind my shoulder, looking past Andrea. I couldn’t see either April or Shirley without turning completely around, but now I spotted Maggie and Gladys sitting at another booth facing towards us, but a considerable distance away.
Now there wasn’t any doubt about it. Maggie had called in the troops in case I needed rescuing. Suddenly, I felt a little like Custer surrounded by wild Indians, only this time glad to know I wasn’t sitting here all alone.

Andrea didn’t just brush my cock this time she actually placed her hand over it and gave it an affectionate squeeze.

“Stop that!” I said, loud enough so that even Maggie and Gladys could have heard. Luckily, I still had enough blood rushing to my brain to continue to think clearly. Andrea removed her hand however, and sat there pouting at me.

It was obvious she wasn’t giving up that easy, “So why WHERE you masturbating?”

“What makes you think I was, or wasn’t for that matter,” I said defensively. Curious as to how much she really did know, or thought she knew.

“I didn’t really, though I had my suspicions. Then I saw the corner of your white hanky sitting in your lap after you’d supposedly put it away back in your pocket,” she informed me.

“So, my slight of hand trick hadn’t worked all that well,” I considered. I took another sip of my scotch, biding time and trying to figure out something to say.

“Admittedly, after I left your office I went downstairs to my car and played with myself too,” she said honestly. “The thought of you doing that, while I was there, and especially since you were obviously talking to one of your friends. Maggie maybe? Anyway, I found it quite exciting.”

I downed my scotch, looking up frantically for the waiter. Thankfully I caught his eye and motioned him over to our table. He was still busy serving drinks to Gladys and Maggie of all people, and I turned back to Andrea to ask if she wanted another one herself. Her breast was fully exposed, she was sensually fingering her taut hard nipple.

“Oh fuck!” I groaned audibly.

I watched as Andrea hiked up her dress, bunching it around her ass while she sat, just moments before the waiter arrived to take our new drink order.

“Two more of the same?” he asked, drawing my attention momentarily away from what she was doing.

“Yes, please!” I almost shouted. I had no idea if her tit was still sticking out of her dress or not, afraid to look. But as the waiter didn’t give any evidence that anything untoward was happening, I could only assume that she’d at least managed to stuff her bare breast back inside her dress.

He’d taken our order and left. I turned back around to face Andrea, almost afraid of what I’d see when I did. Her bare breast was no where in evidence, though the voluptuous curvature of it was still peeking out of the top just enough that I still caught a glimpse of one of her areola’s as it winked at me invitingly. Then I saw the subtle movement of her hand down between her legs.

“Andrea, what are you doing?” I whispered purposely.

She withdrew her hand, immediately holding it over towards me beneath my nose before I could react. “I’m wet,” she said lustily. “And I’m just doing what you did yesterday.”

“I wasn’t masturbating for you,” I informed her finally admitting the truth.

“I know, but I am,” she replied, slipping her hand once again beneath her dress as she watched me.

The drinks arrived, but from the corner of my eye I could see Andrea was continuing to pleasure herself. This time I was positive our waiter caught the subtle movement as he moved over to set her fresh drink down. That, or at the very least he had certainly heard the wet juicy noises her fingers were making. If I could…I figured he did. He threw me a wide-open shit-eating grin. “On the house!” he said winking at her before leaving.

“Why don’t you go down on the waitress when she gets here with our dinner?” I said. “Maybe we’ll get that free too,” I added sarcastically.

“Don’t tempt me,” Andrea teased. “Never thought I’d become interested in doing that actually, as you well know, but ever since that time with Maggie. I have to admit it’s certainly got me thinking about things I would have never considered doing before. Like sucking you off in this restaurant,” she finished saying.

I was about to respond to that when the waitress actually showed up with our dinner. I saw Andrea look at her, actually wetting her lips with her tongue. I was half panicked, expecting her to actually say, or worse do something about having our dinner paid for. “Hmmm, that sure looks delicious,” she said, though I’m still not sure if she was referring to the food, or to the buxom waitress who was serving it. By the look on the waitress’s face, I’m not sure she knew which one it had been either.

With the arrival of the food, I hoped for a brief reprieve, long enough to at least give my erection a chance to go back down. Andrea cracked open her lobster and forked a small portion of tender succulent meat from it, then dipped it in the garlic butter before eating. The way she’d done it was sensuality in itself. I wasn’t watching her eating lobster I was watching her making love to a giant penis with claws on it.

“Hmmm, delicious,” she said once again licking her lips. “Nice tangy butter sauce,” she quipped, dipping the tip of her finger in it, before reaching down and obviously placing some of it upon herself. She withdrew her finger placing it inside her mouth and sucked it…slowly.

“Ah yes, but I think it needs something,” she said, looking as though she was trying to figure out what it was.

I must have been sitting there with my mouth open, too stunned to say or do anything when she laughed.

“I know! It needs salt!” Andrea had moved closer to me without my having realized she’d done so when dinner was being served. Close enough to me now to move quickly. I felt her hands reach beneath the table clasping my stiff cock as she began caressing it. With her other hand she fumbled briefly with my zipper until she’d lowered it, quickly fishing out my aroused penis.

I laid my knife and fork back down on my plate, groaning as I felt her mouth suddenly surround my prick, engulfing it completely. Andrea furiously began sucking me off. I placed my hand at the back of her head in a feeble attempt to perhaps yank her head away from me by her braid, then as I felt my balls tighten suddenly, I allowed all the blood to rush to the head of my dick and left my hand resting there, pressing downwards instead.

A few minutes later, I was giving her all the salt she could have ever wanted. Filling her mouth, I wondered briefly how she was able to take all of it down without gagging; there was so much of it. I knew, because I felt the force of the ejaculations myself and had no doubts as to the amount of semen I had just given her.

Andrea finally and slowly lifted her head from beneath the table. Taking up her fork, she again speared another sliver of meat from the lobster, sticking it inside her mouth. She chewed, savoring the delicacy. “Better, much better,” she grinned wickedly.

Somehow we managed to get through the rest of our dinner without any further incidents. I’d managed to replace my cock, zip up, and happily discover I was once again thinking with my head and not with my dick.

The waitress suddenly appeared asking, “Would you care for dessert?” And then from behind her, I heard another voice, this one much more familiar to me.

“I think he’s already had his dessert,” Maggie said sternly. “In fact, they both have.”

“Check please!” I said looking at the waitress whose eyes had suddenly grown very wide.

“It’s already taken care of Richard,” Maggie said a little more softly. “Why don’t you head on home now. I’ll drop in on you in a little bit.” Shirley had slid onto the seat next to Andrea. Andrea quickly scooted over, and April somehow managed to squish herself in next to Shirley.

“We’re going to have a little chat with Andrea,” Maggie said, taking my place as I stood up, effectively sandwiching Andrea in between herself and Shirley. Gladys then sat down next to her placing five of them on a seat that barely seated two comfortably. Joanne stood at the back of the seat looking in one direction, with Janice facing away looking off in the other. They’d obviously positioned themselves as lookouts.

I walked as swiftly as I could away from the table towards the doors. For a brief moment, I swore I could hear a bugle sounding off in the distance.

Chapter Nine

I arrived home, immediately pouring myself a stiff scotch. I paced nervously, periodically glancing out of the window. I could only imagine what was happening to Andrea.

Nearly two hours had passed since I had left the restaurant. The scotch was beginning to have an affect on me dulling my thoughts, muddling my ability to think about what had happened let alone anything else.

“Time to take a nice long, cold shower.” I thought to myself, heading upstairs to the bathroom in order to do just that.

I began to discard my clothing the moment I entered the bedroom. Kicking my shoes off which flew in differing directions, I dropped my pants, literally tearing off my shirt and tie simultaneously. By the time I’d reached the bathroom, it looked like a small tornado had swept through my room.

Bracing my hands against the cold tile of the stall, I stuck my head beneath the cold running water hoping to wash away the cobwebs that now adhered to the jumble of thoughts that fought for their rights to be heard.

“It’s too cold.”

I’d heard the words, for a brief moment thinking I had spoken them aloud to myself. So absorbed in thought, I was still desperately trying to sort things out in my mind when I heard them again.

“The waters too cold Richard.”

The sound of Maggie’s voice finally registered, cutting through fogginess of thought like a foghorn’s warning from a passing ship. Simultaneously, I felt the press of Maggie’s nude body against me as she reached around grasping the handle of the hot water faucet, adjusting it to a far more comfortable temperature.

“What happened to Andrea?” I questioned. I had to ask the obvious, the curiosity was killing me.

“Later,” Maggie replied.

“But…”

“Shh, Richard. We’ll talk about it later,” she said with finality.

I felt the warmth of the water begin to bathe me now, coating me like a comforting blanket, simultaneously the continued press of Maggie’s body against me from behind. I hadn’t turned as yet to face her, but as her full breasts meshed against my back, I could almost see them as though having eyes in the back of my head. Maggie’s breasts were surprisingly firm for as full as they were, especially at her age. I’d certainly seen numerous tits on the women who’d appeared as centerfolds in many men’s magazines, but truth was, I would have placed Maggie’s boob’s up against anyone’s for the pure sensual enjoyment of looking at them.

“Maggie, I’m sorry that things sort of got out of hand…” I began trying to state by way of apology.

“Yes I know,” she said softly. “No talk now, we’ll discuss it later when you’re in a little better shape to be doing that.”

I felt Maggie’s hand gently reaching out grasping my penis as I continued to stand beneath the warm gentle spray of the showerhead. She began to softly fondle, stroking my prick coaxing it to begin filling with blood as my arousal grew, my erection firming.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, her lips pressed against my back. “I enjoy feeling that.”

“What?” I asked, my mind still slightly muddled, made more so by the teasing stimulation her fingers were working on my dick.

“The way your cock grows,” she said. “I enjoy feeling the way it does that, going from so wiggly soft,” she giggled. “To so wonderfully hard!” she sighed immediately afterwards.

I couldn’t help but sigh too. Her touch was having the desired effect on me that Maggie had obviously hoped for. Flaccid, limp as a wet noodle when she had first entered the shower with me, all thoughts of anything sexual so remote that I’d not even considered it as a possibility. Now however…Maggie’s hand, soft…slippery…coaxing, caressing.

With her free hand, Maggie reached up adjusting the spray of the water to a more narrow, pulsating stream.

One of the niceties of the tub enclosure was the wide rim that completely surrounded the bathtub. I almost slipped, totally unprepared when I felt Maggie suddenly stepping backwards, taking me with her. She sat down on the wide rim of the tub. In doing so, she forced me back with her. I fought for my balance losing it at the last second and collapsing down roughly between her spread legs.

“Oh Maggie!” I exclaimed, “Are you ok?”

Maggie’s laugh was soft, reassuring. “I’m fine Richard, now relax. Lean back in my arms and enjoy, I feel like being naughty, don’t you?”

It had been a while since I’d heard that particular tone in her voice. In the past, I’d known that Maggie was in the mood to do something a little wild, a little crazy whenever I heard her begin talking like this. I really loved her for that.

“Yes,” I moaned expectantly.

“Then allow me to be a little naughty, a little dirty with you,” she scolded teasingly.

She didn’t expect me to respond vocally, and I didn’t. But as her hands continued milking and stroking me to the hardest erection possible, I responded to her in the only way she demanded of me to do, which was complete and total surrender to her.

Maggie slid forward just a little bit, forcing me to move with her of course. She lifted her legs, more comfortably positioning herself as she brought them up and around my legs, settling them gently on top of my own. With her back supported against the wall, she pressed herself even more tightly against my back. I felt the soft tuft of downy fine hair caressing my ass as she did. It felt nice…sexy.

“How does that feel?” Maggie asked in a voice that was pure sultry sounding. All the while holding my very aroused, very hard cock in her hand. She positioned it, pointing it directly towards the spray of the water. I felt the almost hot now, pulsating, beating thrumming of the water as it caressed my prick. Felt the “thrum” of the water toying with it, beating the head in a series of delightfully stimulating sensations.

“Fuck, good Maggie. Damn good!” I told her honestly.

She simply held me there, looking around my shoulder ensuring that my penis was positioned perfectly as the shower massage pulsated, playing, water-bating my super sensitive prick.

“Hmmmm, that looks so nasty, so naughty,” Maggie stated in a voice choked with lust and rapidly escalating desire.

She began to move my cock slowly from side to side, occasionally up and down so that the water began to play with my swollen member a little differently than it had been.

“How’s that?” she asked again.

“Nice!”

“Just nice?” She used her hand to pull my prick, yanking it off to one side and out of the way of the water. “Come on Richard, you know better than that. You know what I want,” she told me sternly.

“Fucking nice.”

“A little better…but you can still do a lot better than that.” Placing my penis once again beneath the spray, she reached around with her free hand, soaping my chest until she’d managed to work up a nice little lather. Having done so, she began to run the sharp edge of her fingernail across the tip of my aroused nipple. The sensation was slightly stinging, certainly not uncomfortable. The slipperiness of the soap made it easier for her to torture it without doing any real damage. As she continued raking my much smaller points of aroused flesh she went back to directing the head of my cock against the forceful stiff spray of the shower massage.

“Do you ever do this when you’re alone?” she asked me pointedly.

I knew a one-word answer wasn’t going to suffice here. “Almost daily…I, I enjoy the way it feels,” I admitted to her.

She pumped my prick a couple of times approvingly. “Naughty boy,” she laughed, jacking it up and down again. “Bet it doesn’t feel as good as this though does it?”

“Not nearly. There’s something to be said about masturbation, but something even better to be said when someone else is doing it.”

“Hmmm, you’re right about that Richard. I’m feeling particularly horny myself at the moment if you don’t know that already. And I’m thinking I’m in the mood to have you finger-fuck me when we’re done here,” she added. “I want to look in your face while you’re finger-fucking my cunt, playing in the juices, and making all sorts of naughty delicious sounds with my pussy-wetness.”

I could tell Maggie was extremely horny. She loved talking dirty. She loved it whenever I made her pussy so squishy wet that it made slippery sounds as I played in it, something she would have me do for long periods of time just so it would make her even hotter long before she climaxed. Yes, I enjoyed making Maggie feel good. I loved it in fact, watching her face, the grimace of her pleasure when she came. Even now I was envisioning that rapturous expression on her face, felt my cock twitch with eager anticipation and need.

“Oh yes Maggie, I want to make you feel really good too,” I said through clenched teeth. She was stroking me constantly now, though still somewhat slowly. I could still feel, still enjoying the warm caressing water as it pummeled the head of my prick.

“I love making you, watching you cum,” she told me.

“Oh fuck Maggie, if you keep this up, I’ll soon grant your wish!”

“How’d you know what I was wishing for?” she again teased. “Would you like me to blow out your candle?”

“Actually, I’m rather enjoying this,” I freely admitted. I loved her blowjobs, loved the way her pussy felt wrapped around my prick. But there was something to be said for one of Maggie’s long, slow sensual hand-jobs too. And combining that with the water as she used it to further stimulate me was having its desired affect.

“Me too,” Maggie moaned breathlessly.

She pressed her breasts even more alluringly against my back, slowly rotating herself as she did, so that I could feel those marvelous eraser-sized nipple’s rolling around like twin little marbles. The continued sensation of that soft furry patch of hair tickling my lower back was sensual as hell too.

“Are your balls getting tight?” she asked.

“I don’t know, why don’t you see for yourself,” I stated, getting into the game with her.

She gave my erection a hard flip. It stung, but felt good simultaneously.

“Ouch!” I exclaimed.

“That didn’t hurt and you know it. Truth is, you probably liked it.”

I laughed. Maggie knew me far too well. “Yes, I did in fact, it felt good.”

She gave my prick an affectionate pat once again, then several pats of her hand in rapid succession. This time it really did sting a little, but felt seriously good at the same time.

“Getting closer?”

I didn’t realize it until she’d asked me. But the tingling in my balls suddenly awoke me to that very fact. “Hmm, yes. Yes I am,” I moaned audibly and loudly. “Keep doing that.”

“Oooh, aren’t we getting a little kinky?” she said smiling. She slap-patted my prick several times, grabbing it suddenly and twisting it firmly in her hand, using the soapy lather to cushion the friction slightly, but perfectly as she did. I felt Maggie slip her hand down between us. As busy as she was with me, I felt the telltale motion of her hand as she slipped it between her legs.

“What are you doing?” I asked. It wasn’t a question, she knew that. It was a prompting to get her to talk dirty to me, something she enjoyed doing whenever she became this excited, this aroused.

“I’m fingering my clit,” she replied excitedly. “It’s hard, tingly, it feels so good Richard!”

I felt her hand moving up and down my shaft with an ever-growing rapidity, the water spray still beating the head of my penis in a delightful accompaniment to her steady methodical jerking.

“My pussy is wet, really wet Richard. Can you hear it? Can you hear the juices inside my cunt just gushing for you?”

Even with the loud sound of the shower beating down against the tub, the shower stall glass, my cock. I could still faintly hear the sweet erotic sloshy sounding noise emanating from the finger she was using to pleasure herself with.
“Do you like the way that sounds?” She knew of course that I did. I’d told her often how hot the sound of her wet dripping pussy made me feel, especially when she herself purposely made those particular sounds for me, knowing full well what it did to me when she did.

“You fucking know I do Maggie. The thought of that sweet, delicious tasting pussy of yours making all those wonderful wet, juicy fuck sounds drives me crazy!”

Maggie began moving her finger harder, even more rapidly inside herself than before, the lewdness of her act immediately apparent as the suck-popping sounds increased, her finger vacuumed inside her slit, smacking wet flesh creating the most intensely amazing sounds I’d ever heard her produce before.

“How soon now?” she asked me. Her hand had been literally flying up and down my shaft, the feel of her breasts, the tuft of pussy hair, the finger probing, making sensual juicy fuck sounds…I was close, really close.

“Milk it baby!” I said. “Make it spew! Fuck, please, make it spew Maggie. I want to fucking cum, I want to spurt juice until it hurts, fuck Maggie! Now, make it fucking cum now!”

She withdrew her finger from inside her cunt. Reaching back around in front of me, I felt her free hand joining the one that she’d been using to jack me off with. Two handed, she created a heavenly felt fuck tunnel of soapy slippery penis pleasure, grasping me, though not tightly. I was forced to hump her hands, sliding my cock into the perfectly formed pussy-hand she’d created for me. Now the soap began to make sounds almost identical to those that she herself had created.

“Cum you fucking horny bastard!” She screamed at me. “Shoot it! Shoot it you fucking cunt licking, clit sucking prick, shoot it!”

The jism bolted from the tip of my cock with such force and intensity that it took me by surprise. A rope of semen skyrocketed from the end of my dick, meeting the onrushing force of the shower spray, scattering like a million pieces of broken glass against the onrush of the water, coating Maggie’s hands, immediately curdling like so much cottage cum-cheese.

I continued hump-fucking myself against her stacked fists, screwing her palms, thrusting myself with every remaining ounce of my strength as my cum poured out, shooting in an almost continuous mind numbing explosion of pure ball-draining pleasure.

I don’t know how she did it, somehow slipping herself from around me until she was kneeling down before me in the tub. Eyes closed, still fighting to find breath, my heart pounding, feeling as though it would burst through my chest, I felt her soft nuzzling lips upon my balls.

Maggie held my almost too sensitive to touch prick in her hand, holding it away from her purposely, stretching it, lifting my scrotum upwards as she did. Her lips sucked, nipped, swallowed my smoothly shaven ball sack. The sensation tickled, almost irritatingly at first, but then it began to feel good, though not in a stimulating way, more of a soothing, calming way instead.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked. She’d never done this to me before, the sensation so incredibly interesting as I sat there watching her do it that I had had to ask.

“Nerfing your balls,” she said with half my nut sack inside her mouth, saying it as though it made perfect sense.

“Nerfing? Nerfing my balls?”

“Yeah,” Maggie said grinning, looking up at me. Then she switched sides sucking in the other half. A second later, I heard her speaking with one nut gently inside her mouth.

“Nerf…Nerf…Nerf.” The vibration tickled, made me laugh. “Feels good doesn’t it?” she said seriously. Once again sucking in the other side, she did it to me again. “Nerf…Nerf…Nerf.”

I began laughing now, satiated so wonderfully, so unbelievably so. “Maggie, you’re insane!” I told her.

“Yes, I know,” she said removing my balls from within her mouth finally. “Now, come finger my pussy Richard before I impale myself on the faucet.”

We had toweled one another off rapidly, just enough to get the majority of the clinging droplets of water off of each of us before scurrying over to the warm comfort of the bed.

Holding Maggie in my arms, her wet damp hair matted against my shoulder, it felt erotic, sensual in a weird sort of way. I slid my right hand around her, underneath her arm, reaching for and finding the abundance of tit flesh that awaited me. Her nipples were hard, extremely hard. I wondered briefly if they were so from the coolness of the air that surrounded us, or if they’d remained so from her as yet unsatisfied need.

“Ahh,” Maggie hissed. It had been the slightest, faintest touch of finger tip to nipple tip, but sufficient enough to awaken her desires, almost like flicking her ‘Bic’, her nippled ‘Bic’, tweaking her flame, re-igniting it.

“Still horny huh?”

“Fucker, you know I am.”

I had been absentmindedly running my fingers as well as the palm of my hand over and through the soft downy, still dampened hair of her pussy. I slid one stiff finger up the furrow of her slit, delighting in the catch of her voice as I did. I felt the delicate little nodule of clit flesh beneath my finger, rolling it gently from side to side for a moment before tracing the pattern of her clasping, sucking labia as I moved back down, pausing to violate the opening of her pussy momentarily.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned softly. “God Richard, I love it when you do that.”

I gave that marvelous tight little opening a quick double finger-fuck, then once again slid my middle finger slowly back up the slick wet furrow of her sex.

“Hmm, there it is,” I said, delighting as my fingertip once again explored her hard little clit nub. I gently fondled it, sliding two fingers around either side, vibrating them together, softly yet firmly. I then pulled upwards, squeezing my fingers together, trying to imagine myself sucking her clit in, not yet passionately, but willing her pleasure to heighten as I did.

“Oh…my…God! Maggie yelled. I felt her hand digging into the exposed flesh of my thigh, loving the sensation, knowing she was now sharing with me the intensity of pleasure I was giving her, I massaged her clitty, tweaking it once again in yet another suck-like motion of my clasping fingers as I surrounded her.

I released her miniature female penis, my finger plowing her furrow downwards, reaching the silken, sucking opening of her petaled flower. Again I slipped my finger inside of her.

“I love twiddling your twat,” I moaned into her ear. She giggled, almost like a young teenager.

“Then twiddle it!” she demanded. “Harder!”

I slid a second finger into her, opening her juicy female gash even wider, feeling her heat, her succulent lips surrounding my fingers, nibbling at them as they invaded her womanhood. Maggie sucked in her breath, holding it there momentarily. Impaling her, I walked my fingers inside her, felt her shiver, groan, shiver again and sigh pleasurably.

“Oh fuck that’s nice. Do that again, please,” she added almost pleadingly.

I walked my fingers inside of her, drawing fresh juice, listening to the naughty, dirty erotic sounds that again squished with a delightfully frothy sounding nastiness. I slid my sticky female cum covered finger back up her slit, relocating instantly that quivering nubbin of flesh. Once again I rolled it with my fingertip from side to side, but not quite as gently this time. Maggie moaned. I felt her fingers digging even more deeply into my thigh than she’d done last time.

“Like that don’t you?” I prompted. But before she could respond, I increased the tempo of pleasure upon her exposed clit, using the flat of my hand to cup her mound, pressing downwards, simultaneously palming her clit imaging in my own mind, another woman’s pussy grinding against hers while doing that.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked in surprise.

“Why? You like that?” I asked.

“Oh fuck yes! That’s good.”

“I call it muffing,” I said.

“Muffing?”

I re-palmed her pussy, pressing down gently then began rotating my hand grinding it against her. Simultaneously, I leaned over whispering into her ear.

“Muff….Muff….Muff.” I whispered teasingly, pressing down. Maggie giggled, but before she could react more vocally to me, I slid my hand down, fucking her deeply with two fingers, swiftly though not quite cruelly so, stealing her breath before she could so much as utter a single word. I hooked one finger inside of her, feeling for and finding that special spot deep inside her deliciously flowing cunt. I tickled it briefly; lingering there for a moment then resumed a more rapid caressing, finger-tipped touching of her naked vulnerable clit.

Back and forth I repeated the exquisite torture of her precious pussy, all the while speaking softly to her as I did.

“Yes baby, feel it. Let it feel good honey, let your pussy feel it for me honey,” I urged her over and over again.

I watched her face, watched it twist in a series of agonized expressions that painted the most erotic picture I had ever seen. Her grimace was one of pure unbridled pleasure as she rode the wave of orgasmic ecstasy, teetering on the brink of sweet pleasured-pain, striving for it, reaching for it, the precipice of climax crumbling beneath her feet.

“Oh Maggie yes, let it go, let it go! Cum for me.”

Maggie arched her back, her nails digging even more deeply, savagely into my thigh. I heard the sudden harsh intake of breath as she sucked in as much air as she could find, holding it. My hand was now working furiously, smoothly and softly upon the wet glistening folds of her flesh. Her clitoris now protectively covered by her hooded little shield, the indirect pressure of my palm pressing against it more than enough to stimulate, drawing her climax from somewhere deep inside her. I saw her biting down on her own lip, saw her eyes squeezed tight, straining, straining, reaching, almost there now.

I waited, watching, still continuing to furiously finger her and palm her simultaneously. She began to exhale, her orgasm just beginning to wash over her in overwhelming intensity.

“Look at me Maggie, open your eyes and look at me.”

The vulnerability of that very intense moment was beyond words, beyond description. Maggie opened her eyes as she reached the very crest, riding the highest peak of orgasmic pleasure possible. I locked on to her eyes with mine. I bore down into the very depths of her soul, watching her cum, watching her, watching me as she did. She stared at me, for a moment as though unseeing, unable to comprehend what it was she was feeling, sensing…experiencing. As she came, I smiled. Our eyes still locked together; her smile a far more twisted, contorted expression of submission and finally surrender. Her eyes began to close again; though it was obvious she fought against doing so.

“No Maggie, look at me!” I demanded. “Look at me while you cum, let me see it inside you, let me see it in your eyes, let me see it deep down inside your soul!”

She was perhaps for the very first time in our entire relationship together, found speechless. But her eyes remained open, perhaps even more widely than before. I looked into her face, even as the agonized groan of pleasure exploded from her lungs, she continued to look at me, giving me that moment in time, that look that so very few ever share with one another. Almost too intimate, even amongst the most cherished, most loved…yet she gave it to me, willingly, freely, and unabashedly.

Only afterwards did her eyes close. Only after the almost cosmic explosions finally began to subside did she allow herself to crawl away momentarily into the private recess of her still throbbing afterglow, where I held her simply, quietly and unmoving, giving her back that moment to herself.

A long time later, a very long time in fact, Maggie finally stirred, sitting up as she did.

“Holy shit Richard, what the fuck was that anyway?”

I laughed in response to her, though somewhat nervously. “Why? Didn’t you like that?”

I nearly laughed again, just barely holding it in as she turned her head embarrassed, almost shyly. “Fucking weird,” she exclaimed, turning back around to face me. “And don’t do that to me again!” she said taking me by surprise. “Well, at least not every time,” she amended softly. “Jesus Richard, that was intense. Almost too intense!”

“I know Maggie…I know. Thank you for giving that to me, for sharing it with me.”

“Your welcome,” she said almost uncomfortably so. “Shit Richard, shit,” she said again shaking her head.

Maggie crawled back beneath the covers pulling them up fully over the top of us, shivering as she did. “Cold?” I asked.

“No damn you. I think I’m still cumming!” She laughed as though drunk. “Now, turn off the fucking light, and hold me.”

I did so, immediately throwing us both into pitch-blackness. “Good night Maggie,” I whispered softly.

“Shut up and go to sleep,” she said.

A few moments of silence passed. “Richard?”

“Yes Maggie.”

“Fuck me.”

“Yes Maggie,” I said already moving in behind her.

#

Maggie was already gone by the time I woke up. She’d always done that, late to bed, early to rise. When my head cleared sufficiently, I sat up in bed realizing I still didn’t know what if anything had happened to Andrea.

I dressed hurriedly, forgoing my shower though remembering fondly the late night shower I had taken and enjoyed with Maggie. Dashing downstairs to the kitchen I was slightly surprised when I found coffee made, already waiting for me. In addition to that, I also saw a small note with my name on it lying on the kitchen table next to my waiting empty cup.

Turning the mug over, I poured hot fresh coffee into it as I began to read.

“Richard, I know you were curious as to what happened to Andrea after you left the restaurant. Suffice it to say, that little matter is being dealt with and taken care of as I write this. As you know, she had a few days remaining to her to settle in to her new place before going back to work. We’re using that time to ensure that your ex-wife understands things a little more clearly. I am in fact going to be gone for a couple of days myself so don’t worry about me. See you when I get back, Love…Maggie.”

I read Maggie’s note again before dropping it down on the table, taking the first sip of hot coffee as I’d been standing there holding it without drinking, as I’d read her note.

Allowing a heavy sigh to escape between my lips, I was grateful at least they hadn’t killed her or something. Though that thought was fairly ludicrous of course. But the thought had crossed my mind on the drive home from the restaurant. I couldn’t help but wonder however where it was they did have her, and what they were doing to ensure that she never again bothered me or gave me a hard time.

I finished getting ready for work, heading for the office. I was also anxious to call Rhonda. I was curious to see if she’d heard anything, a thought that bothered me slightly as I wasn’t sure how much Maggie, or possibly Gladys might have told, or shared with her about the ‘incident’. I’d been in my office less than a few minutes when I did call, surprised when I discovered after talking to the receptionist that Rhonda had been called away on business and wouldn’t be returning until the weekend.

The fact that Rhonda hadn’t mentioned anything to me about going on any business trips seemed a little strange. Not that she was in the habit of telling me much about her business, or especially whenever she needed to leave town for any reason. But after our special evening together, we’d at least kept in contact with one another each and every day, even if it was simply to say hello.

After a period of two days without having heard a single word from anyone, including Rhonda, I was becoming concerned, literally climbing the walls. Even my appetite had been affected, discovering as I stood in my kitchen after having gotten home from work that I once again wasn’t hungry. The sound of a car pulling into my drive alerted me that someone at least “Finally,” I thought was coming to see me.

“Maybe now I’ll get some answers!” I said aloud to no one but myself.

I took a quick peek out the window before heading to the front door, seeing that it was Shirley’s car that had just pulled up. Though I had known of course it couldn’t possibly have been Maggie’s, I found myself somewhat disappointed, not in seeing that it was Shirley, but actually hoping that it might have been Rhonda as again I hadn’t heard from her since her leaving.

Reaching the door, I opened it a fraction of a second before Shirley could ring the doorbell. As I did, I saw she was standing there holding some type of casserole dish.

“Well? Are you going to invite me in? Or do I have to take off my clothes first?” she asked. Without really waiting for a reply however, Shirley stepped past me into the house. “April should be here any second, she’s bringing the salad.”

Like a lost puppy dog, I followed Shirley into the kitchen.

“Maggie said you probably haven’t been eating knowing you. And by the look of your almost spotless kitchen,” she said glaring at me over the rim of her glasses, “I see that she was probably right.”

“I hope you’re bringing me some news,” I stated seriously.

Again Shirley looked over her glasses at me as she set the hot casserole dish down on the kitchen counter on top of one of my few available hot pads.

“Maggie said you’d be curious. She told me to tell you that everything is proceeding as planned, though admittedly, your ex-wife is one stubborn woman.”

“What the hell is it you’re doing?” I asked pointedly, not really expecting an answer, realizing one wasn’t forthcoming either as Shirley continued to busy herself in the kitchen.

“Maggie also said to tell you that this might take a little longer than we’d anticipated, but not to worry about it,” she added without looking at me.

“Well, can you at least tell me if Rhonda’s there with you?”

Shirley shot me a look that was hard to tell if it was one of surprise that I’d asked, or if she honestly didn’t know.

“I’m not sure I’m at liberty to say,” she said simply, returning to taking out dinner plates from the cupboards.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” I asked a little too angrily. The doorbell rang however, Shirley turning around and yelling over my shoulder without looking at me. It was obvious that April had already let herself in as we both heard the front door closing.

“We’re in the kitchen!” Shirley shouted loud enough that April would have easily heard her. Seconds later, April appeared carrying a bowl full of Caesar salad.

“Well? Has he been eating and taking care of himself?” April asked Shirley ignoring me completely.

Shirley spread out her arms, taking in the entire kitchen as she directed April’s gaze. “I doubt it, his kitchen’s far too clean, especially for a man.”

“I’ll bet he’s hungry as well as horny then,” April finished, finally looking in my direction, smiling.

“Wait just a damn minute!” I said interjecting.

“Don’t be rude Richard!” Shirley warned me. “Now, shut up and eat,” she said spooning a rather large portion of her casserole onto my plate. “Every bite,” she added looking at me. “Or you won’t be getting any desert!”

“And every bite of that too!” April said, dishing out an equally large portion of the salad onto my plate.

We ate dinner in silence, or at least I did anyway. April and Shirley talked, chatted and laughed which made my mood even more irritable than it had been. By the time we’d finished with dinner, including the dishes, ensuring my kitchen was even cleaner than before we’d began, we retired to the living room to relax.

Several glasses of wine later, I was finally feeling pretty mellow and far less moody. April stood, heading over towards the front door. I hadn’t noticed until that very moment that she had dropped what appeared to be a fairly large travel bag. She returned with it, dropping it down in the middle of my living room floor.
“Ready for desert yet?” April asked with a mischievous lusty smile on her face. She immediately began rooting around in her bag searching for whatever she was looking for. I watched as she pulled a few items from the bag tossing them carelessly on the floor beside her. It wasn’t what she was looking for that interested me quite as much however, as the items she’d pulled from her bag.

She’d withdrawn what appeared to be some sort of leather corset, along with a really wicked looking mask, which included some sort of gag. In addition to this, I also saw her discard what appeared to be some sort of riding crop.

“Ah, there they are!” April announced happily. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs, holding them up in the air, showing them to me. “I think you’re really going to enjoy this,” she added, beginning to stuff everything else back into the bag.

“What’s that for?” I questioned just as she picked up the crop. April’s face reddened slightly. “Nothing really, sometimes I like a little light spanking with it,” she said, lending no further information.

“And the outfit?” I asked pressing.

“Never mind about that Richard,” Shirley said butting in. “Besides, we have other plans for you this evening.”

“Obviously,” I stated, less than enthused at the moment.

“Hmm, I see we’re going to have a little work on our hands to get Richard’s attention and interest here,” Shirley stated, looking towards April.

“I think I’ve got just the thing for that,” April replied, once again digging back down inside her bag. A moment later she withdrew a fairly large sized double-dildo. “How about this?” she asked holding it up, showing it to Shirley more than to me really.

“Yes, I think Richard might enjoy seeing that,” Shirley said in agreement.

Truth was, I actually would. And even allowed a small smile to crease my face.

April saw it too however. “Yep, looks like he’d enjoy seeing that,” she stated, immediately standing, beginning to remove her clothing. Shirley watched April disrobe, then began to join her a moment afterwards.

“Just sit back relax, and enjoy for a while,” Shirley told me. “How about licking me for a few moments first April? I’d rather that to get me all nice and lubricated instead of the KY if that’s ok with you.”

“Oh yummy, sounds good to me too!” April said excitedly.

I continued to sit in my lone lounge chair, actually pressing back so the footstool came up making me more comfortable. By this time Shirley as well as April were both nude, curling up on the floor together in front of the small little loveseat that was the only other decent piece of furniture that I owned.

“You’re already wet!” Shirley announced playfully as she first stuck her tongue inside April’s widely displayed pussy, having taken the ‘top’ position for herself in their erotic little ‘69′.

“So? Lick me anyway!” April teased back at her.

I felt my cock twitch beneath my pants. Perhaps I really hadn’t been in the mood to want to fool around earlier, but the more I watched, listening to the two of them enjoying one another’s cunts there on my living room floor, the more aroused I became.

“Getting excited yet?” April asked, removing her mouth from Shirley’s pussy long enough to glance over towards me.

I sat forward, retracting the footstool allowing her to see me more clearly. I had by now unzipped my pants, my hard swollen erection standing stiffly, proudly as I leaned forward.

“Yep, he sure is!” Drawing Shirley’s attention towards me as she spoke. Shirley looked up too, but immediately returned her attention back to April’s pussy.

“Hard maybe,” she said, speaking with the flat of her tongue slithering up April’s wet slit, causing her to moan softly as she did. “But not horny enough…yet!” she added, still speaking with a thick tongue.

They continued to munch cunts for a few minutes longer; finally Shirley announced she was ready enough for the giant oversized fuck-toy April had produced from her bag. With a great deal of interest, I watched as April gently began stuffing one end of the fat rubbery dildo inside her self. Seeing her sitting on the floor at the angle that I was, gave April the weird appearance of actually having a cock, albeit a rather large one. She scooted closer to where Shirley lie waiting for her. I watched as Shirley grasped the other end of the enormous sized prick and slowly began stuffing that end into her self. Moments later they were rocking back and forth, fucking one another with the meaty-looking toy.

The urge to pleasure myself was too great to sit there doing nothing as I watched them. It was also useless to try and hide what I was doing from either one of them as they continued to rock back and forth against one another, periodically glancing over towards me as I sat there in my chair stroking myself.

“How’d you like to cum all over my tits?” Shirley asked.

“Only if I get to lick it all up afterwards!” April immediately stated.

Maggie had obviously told Shirley how much I enjoyed doing that, as she’d allowed me to do that with her fairly often. Upon hearing April’s request, I knew, as they both did that this was going to be a long, very long evening.

#

It was another very long tiring day at work. Unable to effectively concentrate, I had begun making a list of places that I felt were good possibilities where they had sequestered themselves. I had pretty much made up my mind to take a little drive and go looking for them when turning onto my street, I saw that Joanne’s car was already parked out in front of my house. Janice was with her of course, and as I pulled in, I watched as the two of them exited her vehicle carrying what obviously appeared to be dinner.

“Hi Richard,” Janice said. “We thought we’d stop by and bring you some dinner.”

“What a surprise,” I said a little testily, but stood on the porch holding the door open for them both as they entered.

“Maggie said you might be acting a bit pouty,” Joanne told me as she passed. “We’re here to keep you company and see if we can’t lift your spirits a little.”

She’d barely made it into the living room when she began removing her blouse.

“How about a nice blowjob just before dinner?” she said looking at me licking her lips. Janice had already headed towards the kitchen with several covered dishes that she carried balanced in her hand. I knew she worked as a waitress in a restaurant, which was evident by the way she could handle so many items all by herself.

Joanne was pretty damn good at giving head. It took me only a moment to think about it before deciding, “Why not? Might as well enjoy all this attention,” I mused to myself.

“Give me a second first,” I told her heading down the hall towards the bathroom, “I’ve gotta take a pee.”

I had just turned the corner from the living room heading away from the kitchen area when the phone rang.

“I’ll get it!” Janice yelled.

I stopped just short of the bathroom door listening.

“Hello? Oh, hey Shirley, how’ it going?”

There were a few brief moments of silence as Shirley spoke to her. I immediately rushed past the bathroom into my small den where I had another extension. Covering the mouthpiece with my handkerchief, I eased the handset up as carefully as it was possible for me to do. When I did, I could hear Shirley talking to Janice.

“Did you hear that?” she asked Janice.

“Hear what?” Janice responded back.

“Where’s Richard anyway?” Shirley continued.

“Oh, he’s in the bathroom at the moment, which is why I answered the phone.”

“Oh…ok,” Shirley said not quite so suspicious that I was actually listening. “Anyway as I was saying, I think we’re making pretty good progress. Maggie came up with a great idea.”

“Oh? What was it?” Janice asked.

“Well, you know how obstinate and stubborn she’s been.”

“Ah huh,” Janice said in agreement.

“Maggie’s idea was to lift her up, standing her on her head, legs spread. So we did that. Andrea hung there for over two hours like that while we tickled her pussy. She was crying, moaning, and even rambling like a blithering idiot by the end of that time.”

“You’re kidding me!” Janice exclaimed. I then heard Joanne asking her to tell her what Shirley had said. I listened as Janice quickly repeated everything to her.

“So what are you doing now?” Janice asked, having heard Joanne clearly wondering what they were doing to her now.

“You’re never going to believe this,” Shirley began. “But then Gladys came up with the idea of sticking a candle in her cunt. I thought they were just going to threaten her with actually lighting it, but then Maggie actually did. Even better, we all left the room, leaving her hanging there, thinking about it. A few minutes later we came back in, only to discover the candle was out. So Maggie lit it again, and we left again. Same thing.”

“Oh? What was she doing?”

“Like I said, you’ll never believe this. Andrea would somehow pull herself up, blow the candle out, and then just hang there waiting for us with this self-satisfied smirk on her face. When Maggie finally figured out what she was doing, she gagged her, and then we tied her arms down to one of the table benches so she couldn’t pull herself up again. This time when Gladys relit the candle, the look on the woman’s face was priceless!”

“Damn, I can’t even begin to imagine what hot dripping candle wax would feel like on my pussy.” Janice stated with an edge of concern to her voice.

“Oh we never let that happen, before we left the room Maggie extinguished the candle out herself, but Andrea didn’t know that of course. Sure scared the hell out of her though, which is what Maggie wanted to have happen anyway. Well listen, I’d better get going. Gladys just got back from the store with the clothespins.”

“Clothespins?”

“Yeah,” Shirley chuckled. “Tell you about it later. Oh, and tell Richard Maggie said hello, and that she should be home tomorrow evening if things continue to go as well as they have been.”

“Ok Shirley, but don’t have too much fun,” she warned her. Shirley laughed. “Yeah. Paolo’s on his way over too. He’s bringing a friend.”

“A friend? Who?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later, I gotta run for now, take care of Richard.” “Oh we will!” Janice said, hanging up the phone a second later.

The moment Janice did so, I raced from the den back into the bathroom, quickly flushing the toilet and emerging back out into the hallway.

When I re-entered the living room Joanne looked at me suspiciously. “What’d you do? Pee a gallon?” she questioned me curiously.

I feigned embarrassment. “Actually, it was a little more complicated than that,” I offered.

“Oh,” Joanne said, immediately dropping the subject.

“Now, about that blowjob you offered?”

#

It had been another long night. I knew now that it had been Maggie’s intention to not only keep an eye on me, but to keep me too busy, too occupied to spend anytime looking for her.

Physically exhausted, I called in sick. Though my primary reason for doing so was to be home whenever it was that Maggie finally arrived. I didn’t want to wait a single minute more to talk to her about what had been happening, especially after having overheard that telephone conversation.

Just short of murder, I was now convinced that Maggie’s little gang was capable of doing almost anything. Although this had all been done primarily for my benefit, I was having major reservations as to the extent they had, or would possibly take things.

I was still pacing nervously about the house when shortly before noon, I saw Maggie pull into her drive way. Like an Olympic sprinter, I dashed from my kitchen through the backdoor, leaping the fence in near flawless style. I reached her before she’d even managed to open the car door.

“Impressive,” she said sliding out of the car. “Been working out?”

“Maggie…”

“I was told you were exhausted, especially after Joanne told me you’d fucked hers, and Janice’s brains out. Guess they were wrong if you’re still capable of running a few wind-sprints.”

“Maggie…stop!” I said honestly irritated. But she did. “Please Maggie, tell me what you did, did you hurt her?”

“Of course not!” she replied indignantly. “Well, not much anyway,” she added in a much softer voice.

“Maggie?”

Taking my arm, she began leading me into the house. “Let’s just say, that even though she only lives a couple of blocks away from you, she might as well be living clear across the country. Unless you purposely go and visit her yourself, you won’t be seeing her again. Of that, I can promise you.”

At least I was glad to know they hadn’t maimed her or anything, though I probably should have asked her that question. “What about Rhonda?” I asked.

“What about her?” Maggie questioned back.

“You know what I mean Maggie, was she…was she there?” We’d reached her front porch. Maggie fumbled with her keys briefly before inserting them in the door, opening it. I followed her inside, expectantly.

“I take it you really haven’t spoken with her then,” she said finally.

“No, I haven’t.” A knot of fear suddenly began pressing deep inside my chest. “What’s going on Maggie, what haven’t you told me?”

“I’m not sure it’s my place to tell you anything Richard. Frankly, I would have thought Rhonda would have spoken to you by now.”

I sat down hard on her couch. Whatever it was, Maggie knew I wasn’t going to like hearing it a whole lot. “What do you know?”

“Well obviously, you know she had to go out of town on business.”

“That’s what I heard yes, but I assumed that maybe she was with you guys!”

Maggie threw me a curious look. “What on earth gave you that idea? Never mind, fact is she really did go out of town. Something she’s been working on ever since she began her business, and now that the opportunity finally presented itself, she had to go and check it out.”

“Where?”

“Europe.”

“Europe? What the hell’s she doing there? When’s she coming back?” I asked excitedly.

“I’ll let her tell you the reasons, that’s really not my place Richard. As for when, she’ll be back this weekend, Saturday in fact. So yes, she’ll be here at my place Saturday morning, though I know she’s anxious to see you for a while before then.”

There was no sense in trying to press Maggie for any additional information. If she knew anything more, she wasn’t saying. I was simply going to have to wait to speak with Rhonda directly. Thankfully, I only had to wait a couple of days to find out everything that was going on. At least, thanks to Maggie and the rest of The Ya Ya Dildohood, I didn’t have Andrea to worry about any more. I eventually learned that one of Paolo’s friends, who had an even bigger prick than he did, had had a major part in swaying Andrea’s feelings about me. Even funnier, Andrea had called, quitting her job the next day. According to Shirley, she had flown off somewhere in the Bahamas with this same guy and another girlfriend of his for a month’s stay. After which, God only knew what she’d be doing.

But at least as far as I was concerned, Andrea was now out of my life…forever!

“Now, tell me all the naughty little details about the past two nights,” Maggie said leaning over, unzipping my fly, reaching in where she began coaxing my cock to some semblance of arousal.

# Epilogue

It’s amazing how much can happen in six month’s time. Rhonda had worked most of her life towards opening a major office in London. The news that she had secured the deal had initially been really difficult to accept, for both of us. Long distant relationships never were easy, not for anyone.

“Oh Maggie, damn that feels good!” I told her. The feel of her lips as she surrounded my cock, sucking it so gently, so wonderfully was as incredible now as it had ever been. Taking my cock from her mouth, she looked up at me.

“Yes, it really has been a while Richard, I’ve missed you. Six month’s is a long time, especially for us. By the way, I forgot to ask you, how’s it feel to be married again anyway?”

“I think it will be a lot better this time Maggie. And I owe it all to you really.” I felt her tongue swirling around the head of my cock once again; she was so fucking good at doing that.

“I’m looking forward to this weekend,” she added, “It’s been a really long time since we’ve all been together, especially with you and Rhonda both having been away from us, it will be nice having everyone together again. Exciting for you too I imagine.”

“Oh yes, very.” I moaned as she drew my prick deeply inside of her mouth. “Oh Maggie, I really have missed this,” I added.

“Well, now that everything’s settled, you and Rhonda had better start coming to visit us more often. Just because of your sudden promotion and all,” she laughed. “By the way, what’s it like working for Rhonda anyway?” she asked.

“It’s great!” I told her. “We’ve got an incredible relationship, the sex is fantastic as you well know, and of course, I love doing what I’m doing now. The London office is finally up and running, so with Rhonda and I moving back, opening a second office here in California, we’ll be less than an hour’s drive away from you.

Maggie and I both heard the back door open and close. “Sound’s like your bride just walked in,” Maggie said.

“Yeah, honey? Is that you? You’ll never guess who’s here already. Maggie!” I said excitedly when she came into the room, walked over and sat down next to her.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, giving my cock a nice long gentle lick with her tongue.

Even pregnant with our first child, Rhonda looked as beautiful as she ever had. She began removing her clothing, her full constantly growing breasts a real treat when they popped into view.

“Would you mind massaging them for me Maggie?” Rhonda asked her taking over from Maggie as her lips surrounded my prick.

Maggie began playing with my wife’s breasts, tweaking the super-sensitive nipples. Something that never failed to arouse Rhonda no matter where we were, or what we were doing.

“I’m really looking forward to this weekend,” Rhonda added. “It’s been a while since I’ve had another woman lick my pussy. Something Richards been chomping at the bit to see again too,” she added with a wink.

“God baby! I almost forgot to ask. What did the doctor say anyway?” I asked

Rhonda gave me a sly smile. “I already told you I knew it was a girl. He just confirmed it!”

“A girl? How wonderful!” Maggie quipped. “Have you picked out any names yet?”

“Only one,” Rhonda said smiling. “We’re going to call her Maggie,” she said simply. “Now Richard, while Maggie plays with my tits a little, would you mind licking my pussy? I think it needs some attention.”

“Yes dear,” I told her happily as the comfortable sensation of Maggie’s hand wrapping itself around my prick, welcomed me home again.

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