Mature The Ya Ya Dildohood

"I can see that," I said almost too quietly.

"Why don't you enjoy it with me?" she asked finally. "Come on, get rid of those jeans."

And with a sigh of relief and pleasure, I stood up unbuckled my belt, unbuttoning my fly. The invitation had been given and accepted. Now I knew what to do.

Maggie stood up reaching down, easily pulling the nightgown she was wearing up and over her head. I didn't care how old she was or wasn't, she looked beautiful. And her large, voluptuous, heavy, hanging breasts looked utterly amazing as they rested sensually against her chest, hard nipples protruding like twin beacons of pleasure signaling for someone to come and suck them. So I did.

As though in a hypnotic dream, I went over to Maggie, bending over just enough to cup each breast in my hands. I soon surrounded and swirled my tongue around the tips of each soft pliant breast, gingerly kissing, then licking and finally sucking those hard firm buds between my lips. Maggie put her hand on the back of my head, gently guiding me back and forth between her breasts. I loved how she ensured that I spent equal time on each, delivering equal pleasure to one marvelous tit before allowing me to return to the other one. Back and forth, back and forth she moved me. First pressing me against her tits when she wanted me, forcing me away when I had lingered a bit too long. I felt like I was in heaven, with soft breasts, and sensitive nipples to suck and lick as much as I wanted to. "Ahh, yes baby," she cooed in my ear. "Suck momma's tits, baby...suck momma's tits. Make momma feel real good!"

As I continued to worship her magnificent tits, I felt her hand reaching down to grasp my hardened member. Slowly she began stroking my cock, and I felt her palm the head, squeezing it gently, forcing a pearly drop of pre-come to ooze forth and supply her with natural lubrication. Which she used to lather up the head of my penis. The erotic sensations of feeling her doing this sent a river of cascading chills up and down my spine, causing me to shiver uncontrollably.

Moments later we sat back down on the couch together. Lifting one leg up and bending her knee, Maggie placed it flat on the couch next to me revealing herself so openly that it was almost obscene. I loved it! Situated as we were, I had easy access not only to her almost too wet pussy, but also to her fat soft breasts, which I immediately resumed playing with. "Suck them hard, really hard for me!" Maggie breathed softly with more than a hint of urgency behind the request. With one hand she pressed my head more tightly against her breast, and with the other, reached for my stiff, aching prick.

I'm not one to deny a lady anything, so I immediately began drawing her nipples firmly into my mouth, suckling her tits like a hungry newborn, but unlike a newborn, I also made my way carefully inside that exquisitely wet hole of hers, probing and tenderly searching out the moisture I found pooling in the recess of her surprisingly tight vaginal opening.

As I sucked and nipped harder and harder at her beautiful huge nipples, she reached over into my lap, beginning to explore and fondle my shaft with both hands. Maggie's hands had a natural, almost magical touch as she played with me, but she also knew when to grip my cock firmly, how to be delicate and gentle when she caressed and toyed with my tight firm ball-sack. One hand gripped me firmly, sliding up and down my cock, and other stroked, teasing my balls. It was the perfect combination. I found myself hoping she'd never stop.

Holding one hard nipple gently between my teeth, I pulled my head back, watching that wonderful tit stretch out. "You have the largest nipple's I have ever seen!" I told her honestly.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Maggie quipped.

"Yes mam."

With my lips firmly wrapped around one large protruding nipple, I began to match the tempo of my tongue flicks to those of my finger fucking. The position she was sitting in could have driven any man insane all by itself. As openly displayed as she was, Maggie was perhaps the most sensual, uninhibited woman I had ever met. She not only seemed at ease with her body, all the small little flaws that come with age, but also in the way that she allowed her own needs, wants, and desires to be expressed, and more importantly, communicated without reservation or embarrassment of any kind. "Now get down and lick my clit," she instructed me.

And like an eager student about to take his first oral exam, I slid off the couch down onto the floor, between her legs. I actually took up my position on my knees, face and eyes still expectantly looking up into hers, with her pussy lips only millimeters away from my lips and tongue as though waiting for her to say "You may begin." Instead, but equally effective, Maggie placed her hand on the back of my head and applied just enough force so that I was directed down to her waiting cunt. As my tongue began an almost too slow journey up the furrow of her near hairless slit, I was delighted to see Maggie reach down and begin to tenderly toy, caressing her own breasts. As I watched her pulling on, and then almost surreptitiously covering her breasts from view while still fingering one hardened nipple, I increased the tempo of my tongue as it flittered back and forth against her clit like a butterfly hovering over a flower. "Lick it, lick it, lick it!" Maggie panted in unison to my flicking tongue.

Her ass seemed to bounce up off the couch, her pussy meeting my tongue and lips in a now constant motion designed to smear her juices all over my face. And as she did so, the heat and smell of her sex permeated the tiny brain of my prick, causing it to throb and pulsate all with a mind of its own.

"Up!" Maggie stated suddenly, catching me not only by surprise, but alarming me that perhaps I had missed something, or done something wrong. "Fuck me!" she again stated simply. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard right now!"

I came up off the floor with an agility that Spiderman would have been proud of. Maggie slid forward on the seat of the couch with equally perfect ease and met me just as my prick charged like the Light Brigade into the recess of her fuck-tunnel. The softness of her cunt was startling. And even as I slid home into the safe haven of pleasure that awaited me there, I took a moment to allow the sensations that were overwhelming my senses to readjust, so that I didn't faint from the sudden shock to my system.

It's not like I haven't fucked a number of women, because I have. Even though counting that number still left a few fingers remaining on my hand. But unlike anyone I had ever been with, or made love to before, Maggie's pussy was the softest, smoothest, most delectably warm cunt that my cock had ever had the honor to slide into. And even more surprisingly to me, was how tight she was, something I had been totally unprepared for. Like a perfectly formed glove, she molded herself around my penis with an expertise that could have milked the essence of my manhood from it without any effort on my part at all. For that moment, all Maggie did was look at me, waiting as though already very much aware of what her cunt was doing to me. Allowing me the grace of regrouping, regaining control of myself rather than facing the immediate expulsion of my sperm deep into the depths of her hungrily waiting cunt.

When I finally did regain some sense of control, I allowed my penis the exquisite torture of withdrawal, and slowly slid back out of her honey-dewed slit. Stopping only when just the head of my prick remained trapped between her still sucking lips, I then just as slowly, and just as carefully renewed the passage back inside her, allowing the length of my shaft to once again experience the caressing flesh of her still tight, still very slippery pussy.

"Oh fuck...fuck...fuck!" I moaned unabashedly as I slid once again deep inside of her as far as I could. Even then pressing against her firmly so that not an inch of space was wasted between us. Holding it there inside of her like that, I felt her contractions as she massaged my prick, milking it, petting it as though stroking and pacifying a purring kitten. I could not believe that a woman's cunt could do such a thing to a man's cock. Involuntarily, I felt my prick lurch inside her, throbbing, pulsating with a rhythm of its own choosing. I met her with an equal passion, as Maggie's pussy surrounded my pounding prick with contractions that threatened to unleash the torrent of hot molten come-cream that was boiling deep within my balls. And yet, even with all of this, we continued to fuck. Slowly...gradually...easing into the steady pleasurable tempo of perfect harmony as our minds and bodies joined together in the most sensual and erotic dance that I had ever known.

I don't know how she did it, keeping both of us fucking so easily, for so long, because had I been at the helm of this particular starship, I would have gone nova quite some time ago. Instead, I was navigated through a sea of blinding white stars that consumed me and yet propelled me to continue. In and out...in and out, sliding inside her, and then withdrawing all over again, experiencing and sensing things I had not known were possible to feel or to withstand. Somehow Maggie's cunt had magically managed to stop time, allowing us to fuck for what seemed like an endless forever. Then somehow I realized that we had gone from a slow sensual coupling to one that was now reaching warp speed, as we crashed and came together in a fiery explosion of mutual desire. I could just barely make out a sound that seemed distant, far away, a high-pitched musical tone suddenly filling my ears. As my cock continued to pummel into Maggie, I realized with a great deal of joy and astonishment that it was her voice that was crying out in a wail of what could only be described as pure unadulterated pleasure.

Just hearing the vulnerability of her voice as she succumbed to the sweet, sweet ecstasy of her pleasure, the guttural moans and groans of her rapture as her pussy discharged volumes and volumes of thick creamy nectar that now bathed and coated my still fucking prick, was enough to make me begin to come immediately. The force of her climax was immense, with too much female cum-cream behind that explosion to be contained, so that it began to spray in a fine misty release around all sides of my embedded prick. I was in awe, as the first faint traces of moisture seemed to float almost gently against my stomach and balls, coating my pubic hair with soft white dew. I was of course now at the apex of my own overwhelming release, feeling the first telltale surges of cream begin to scream for passage up the shaft of my still pulsating prick.

The mind-meld of Maggie's cunt and my cock somehow told her how close I was. With surprising ease, she extricated herself from beneath me, pulling me up to stand before her, my cock bouncing up and down like a fire-hose gone unattended. She didn't say a word as she dropped to the floor before me. I felt the softness of her lips surrounding me, engulfing me, and drawing me inside. As she did, she drew the eruption that had already claimed my soul. I don't think I have ever come quite so hard, or so intensely before in all my life! Though I knew my prick to be spewing rope after rope of sperm, it was as though it was one long drawn out ribbon of fluid that exploded from it. The massive volume of it was too much for Maggie to contain, as I looked down through slitted eyes, barely able to open them during the penultimate moment of my pleasure. I somehow managed to see the excess of my fluids erotically and obscenely running out of the corners of her mouth to drip in great gum-drops of white frothy sperm-balls against the upper slopes of her breasts.

I don't remember collapsing down onto the floor, but obviously I had, as that is where I was when I seemed to swim up through the fog of sensuality back into the realm of reality. Maggie was still sitting on the couch, though in not quite the same obscenely sensual way she had been earlier. Glass in hand, legs casually crossed, she was sipping her wine as though enjoying a cocktail party and waiting for one of the guests to arrive, which I then finally did.

"Wow!" Was all I could manage to say. Beads of sweat and perspiration coated my body. Rivulets of her climax still running in tiny streams that searched for avenues of escape, following the natural contours of my body to cling in tiny pools along the sides of my now much softer prick, and around and beneath the underside of my balls.

"You stink," she told me. I know surprise was etched deeply into my face at her comment. "You stink like sex. You stink...wonderfully!" I sat back on my haunches, just gazing at her, as she handed me her glass of wine to drink from. "Salty," she said smiling, looking back at me, licking her lips. "Hmm, I wonder if we should be drinking a white wine instead."

I couldn't help it. I began laughing, collapsing into a limp heap in a fit of giggles that caught me by complete and total surprise. I had not felt this giddy, this elated since I had felt my first tit way back in junior high school. Maggie waiting, sipping her wine, until I stopped laughing. Then she smiled at me, standing up reaching for my hand pulling me up next to her. "You need to leave, Richard. It's late, and the girls are coming over early tomorrow for coffee. I have a lot to do in the morning before they get here." Her hand cupped my cheek, and slid slowly down my body, drifting over my cock in a final slow caress, telling me it wasn't a dismissal, just a parting. It was late, and it was time for me to go. I didn't even bother putting on my clothing as I pulled her into my arms, kissing her, thanking her for the most incredibly sensual and erotic experience I had ever had in my entire life. I finished off my wine in one gulp, replaced the glass on the table, and walked away, turning to her at the door to blow her a kiss, which she returned. Waving good-bye, I stumbled out into the night across the yard to my house; naked as the day I was borne.

By the time I got to my room I was exhausted. The release of my long-maintained intensity finally let my body know that I had gone far beyond the limits of my endurance. Even so, I still managed to stumble to the bedroom window to look down into the yard between us and over towards the window of the room I had just left.

Maggie stood there, looking up at me smiling. And then, I knew.

When I awoke the next morning I knew I'd slept like a baby. I'd even beaten the alarm, something I hadn't done in several months. The clock said it was 6:45, so I rolled over, turned it off, jumping out of bed. Normally I hit the snooze and fought for the precious ten extra minutes it allowed me. Today however, even though it was Saturday, I felt refreshed and more alive than I had felt since my divorce. And I owed a lot of that to Maggie.

As I passed by my bedroom window I took a moment to glance down across the yard. I was a little surprised to see her front-room window blinds still open, though the room was dark. Obviously Maggie was still in bed, even though she had told me that the girls were all coming to her place for their weekly coffee get together.

I had already decided that it was about time I finished unpacking. Something I had put off doing for one reason or another. With little else to occupy my time, I also decided to do something about all the bare windows I had. I'd already measured, purchasing several blinds for my windows, an irony that wasn't lost on me, as I purposely hadn't installed them in my own bedroom window as yet.

As I started off with a nice hot shower, coffee already made in the kitchen below, I decided to spend the better part of the morning simply relaxing and reading the paper. After which I'd get busy and finally get my new home in some real semblance of order.

Even as I showered and lathered up my cock and balls, I couldn't help but remember the fantastic evening that I had shared and enjoyed with Maggie. The woman was a marvel; I could certainly say that much about her, and the fact she had taken me completely by surprise was an interesting turn of events.

I had no illusions that I should expect a continuation of that evening together however. I had already decided that it was more than likely a one-time experience, and I wasn't about to make Maggie feel like I was expecting more of the same every time we got together. At the same time, I certainly wouldn't turn her down either!

As I continued washing, and soaping myself up, my cock had already begun to harden with the memory of the evening past.

"Whoa boy." I told my stiffening member. "We've got things to do today, and you've had more than enough pleasure!"

Difficult as it honestly was, I finished my shower without finishing myself, stepping out of the tub drying off and getting dressed for the day. I headed downstairs to the kitchen, poured myself a morning cup of coffee, and then snagged the newspaper from off the front porch. The sun was just well up, the day fresh and crisp as I drew in a deep morning breath at the window. Although it was already promising to be another hot one, I eagerly looked forward to getting my chores done, and with a little luck later on, perhaps drop in on Maggie and see if there was anything she needed any help doing.

"After all, it's the least I can do," I told myself as I began whistling.

I'd lazy'ed my way through the better part of the morning and finished my third cup of coffee about the same time I finished reading the paper. Glancing up at the kitchen clock I saw that it was already nearing nine-thirty, realizing simultaneously that Maggie's little gossip-coffee group would already be in full swing.

Sure enough, as I passed by the window, I could see that several cars were parked in her drive and knew that Maggie's Saturday morning "girls club", as I thought of it, was probably in full swing.

I began working down stairs, putting away things in the kitchen, finally hanging the blinds I had purchased but had never gotten around to putting up. By the time I'd worked my way upstairs to my bedroom, it was nearing eleven. I had already noticed a short time ago, there was no outward sign that Maggie's little club had begun to break up as all the cars I had seen earlier that morning were still there.

I pulled out my tape measure and was about to start hanging the blinds for my bedroom window when I casually glanced down across the way into Maggie's front room. The blinds were open just enough that I was easily able to see in, though fixed as to appear closed for anyone who might happen to glance in at street level.

For a moment I had to stand there trying to allow my mind to fully register what it was I was seeing. Even then, I had to close my eyes, literally shake my head and then look once again to ensure that what I had seen was real, rather than some trick of imagination.

When I was positive that my eyes hadn't been playing tricks on me, I staggered back until I bumped into the bed and simply sat down. What I had seen had indeed been a room full of women. Each and every one of them sitting in the nude, on the couch, the chairs, even the floor. Though I hadn't exactly taken a head count, there were at least a half a dozen women there. And it wasn't the fact that they were all sitting there naked which surprised me, but the fact that I had clearly seen several, if not all of them masturbating in one way or another.

I had spotted Maggie almost immediately as she had moved one of the large oversized chairs to complete a circle which had joined the couch on one side, and another couple of chairs on the other. Maggie was sitting directly facing me when I saw her, and then my attention was immediately drawn to another woman lying prone and completely on her back with legs bent at the knee, obviously inserting some sort of toy into Maggie's pussy when I finally focused on her.

Two women were sitting on the couch, and it was very obvious that they were masturbating one another as I had the best and clearest view of the two of them. Two other women whose faces I couldn't see as they had their backs to me, one sitting on a kitchen type chair, and the other from what I guessed to be sitting on the floor next to her. Beyond that, I hadn't given myself enough time to catch any more detail than that, as again I had been stunned into moving away from the window lest someone look up and see me. It was a foolish thought, realizing that the likelihood of actually being seen was extremely remote unless someone actually got up and walked over to the window.

I couldn't help but wonder if Maggie knew the blinds hadn't been closed sufficiently to disallow my ability to see what was going on in the room. On the other hand, if she had purposely fixed them in this fashion, was she indeed teasing me with an additional naughty surprise of something that the 'girls' obviously participated in on a weekly basis?

Standing up, I approached my bedroom window a bit more cautiously. I knew that I would remain a bit more secluded at this time of day even as I stood gazing out at them. But I also wanted to ensure that no one else would be aware of my presence. It was then that I remembered the high-powered binoculars I had just barely put away, which were sitting on the shelf of my closet. Grabbing them, I quickly raised them up once I was confident that I could do so without clearly being seen. A few seconds to adjust, and suddenly it was like being in the front room with Maggie and all of her friends!

Almost immediately I found Maggie of course, still sitting in her chair and sort of looking in my direction, though even through the binoculars it was hard to tell if she was looking towards me, or the woman who was actually sitting across from her in one of the kitchen chairs, and whose head I could only see the back of.

From what I could see, and very clearly, was a number of the women appeared to be younger in age than Maggie was, though one, perhaps two were at least her age and possibly even older. It was also obvious that I had stumbled onto them just as things had begun to reach their climatic conclusion for many of them. The woman I had first seen on the floor was now sitting up and talking to Maggie. I watched as Maggie leaned over, saying something to her, and then forcibly grabbing a hold of her arm to keep her from being too obvious as she attempted to turn her head to look in my direction. Even so, she still did but was careful in the way that she did look. I was relatively sure she couldn't see me as I was standing back a slight distance from the window, allowing the binoculars to do all the close-up work. But it was a bit un-nerving never the less that she was now very obviously aware of my being there, or at least, the possibility of it as Maggie had let her in on whatever secret she was still keeping from everyone else.

Both of the women who had been on the couch had stood up shortly after that and moved away from my view. One who had been a woman that I guessed to be close to Maggie's age, if not possibly older. She had very short hair that was almost totally silver in color, but I was amazed at how well she kept herself, as she certainly didn't appear to have the body one might think a woman of her age to have. She had fairly small sized breasts, and though they certainly weren't the typical 'perky' breasts of a teenager, they weren't exactly all shriveled up and laying flat against her chest either. The woman who'd been with her on the couch, and who had obviously been mutually masturbating with her had long dark hair, was perhaps in her early forty's at the most. She had extremely large breasts by comparison, though her nipples were almost too small for the size her breasts were. That, and they were pale pinkish in color, which made them extremely difficult to see, even with the use of the binoculars.

Over the span of the next few minutes, it was clearly evident that Maggie's little Coffee club had ended for the day. Most of the women had disappeared from sight, all except for Maggie who had momentarily disappeared, only to return wearing a bathrobe. The woman I had seen sitting next to her was wearing one too, which was interesting as she hadn't changed back into her clothing like most of the women I now began to see had obviously done.

At this point I walked away from the window replacing the binoculars back up on the shelf. I quickly made my way downstairs, pulling my front room blinds so that they were mostly closed, but allowing me to see a little bit as one by one the women emerged from the house and began getting in their cars and leaving.

Although it was early yet, I walked into the kitchen, pulled down a shot glass and poured a nice stiff shot of scotch to calm my nerves. I was still a bit bewildered at what I had seen, not to mention the fact that I was now curious if the woman who had been sitting on the floor next to Maggie had been made aware of the possibility of my spying on them. I was fairly confident that Maggie had made it known to me that I could see her, and had made it possible for me to have done so this morning, but had she in fact made this known to whoever the woman was that had been sitting next to her?

I took another trip out to the front room to glance out the window and saw that only one other car besides Maggie's that remained. I swallowed another full shot of scotch just as the phone rang nearly making me spill it instead of draining it, which I quickly did before answering.

"Hello?" I said cautiously, though almost intuitively knowing who it was even as I answered.

"Good morning Richard. Have you got a moment? I'd like you to meet someone."

"Ah sure Maggie," I said hesitantly. "When?" .

"Well, could you...come... now?" she asked. I heard a slight snicker in the background from the other woman's voice.

For a brief moment I felt my face flush, wondering if indeed Maggie had put the intended, or unintended emphasis on the word when she paused before continuing.

"Sure Maggie, just give me a couple of minutes to get dressed, and I'll be right over."

"That's really not necessary Richard, why don't you just come...as you are, she said pausing after saying the word once again. "Shirley can only stay for a short while longer, and then she needs to get going."

"Well, ok then. I'll be right there."

Maggie didn't even bother saying goodbye. All I heard was the dial tone as I stood staring at the phone in my hand.

"Just what the hell IS she up to?" I wondered aloud.

I walked over to the kitchen counter where I had placed the half empty bottle of scotch. I didn't even bother to measure out a full shot before lifting the bottle and taking a nice pull from it. Wiping off my mouth even as the scotch burned down my throat, I quickly ran my fingers through my hair, lifted one arm to smell my pits and ensure I wasn't about to offend anyone, then headed out the kitchen door across the yard to Maggie's.

Maggie yelled at me through the screen to come in even before I'd had a chance to knock on the door. I entered into her kitchen area and saw Maggie standing near the counter pouring two cups of coffee. Her friend was still wearing her bathrobe, but sitting demurely at the kitchen table looking at me.

"Would you like a cup?" she asked, not even bothering to look up.

"Sounds good," I said, not even sure if she was actually speaking to me.

Maggie turned around to face me for the first time, handing me the hot cup of coffee. As she did, the front of her robe parted slightly showing me enough flesh to know that she was nude beneath the robe.

"Shirley? This is Richard...he's just recently moved in a few weeks ago."

"Hi Richard," Shirley said offering her hand to me from across the table, though she didn't make any effort to stand. And I am sure that had she done so, her robe would have parted open too.

"Nice to meet you."

"I've heard a lot about you," Shirley continued, smiling at me with a look that could only be described as wicked.

"Oh? Well don't believe everything you'd heard," I said trying to sound more confident and sure of myself that I really was.

"So you didn't fuck Maggie's brains out last night then?"

"Shirley! Really!" Maggie spat.

"Well that's what you said!"

I continued to stand there staring at the two women as though I had suddenly become invisible. Obviously Maggie had told Shirley a hell of a lot more than the mere fact I might be standing in the window watching them.

"Don't mind her," Maggie said sitting down at the table, though I noticed when she did, her robe parted even more than it had previously, baring all of one breast and most of the other. "She's been divorced a year now and she's obviously a little jealous of me this morning."

Shirley was eyeing me over the rim of her cup as though sizing me up before pouncing.

"Come on Richard, sit down, join us. I'll make sure Shirley doesn't bite you...not yet anyway."

I managed to pull out a chair and sit down while maintaining my composure. I wasn't sure exactly what was going on here of course, but I felt like I was about to find out. Suddenly I pictured myself the fly sitting between two spiders, Black Widows at that.

"So, you told her about last night then?" I asked with a surprised tone to my voice.

I figured the best defense in this circumstance was a good offence. By raising the question and throwing it back at Maggie, I hoped that whatever it was the two of them were up to would finally be explained to me, and we could cut through all this sexual intrigue, getting right to the heart of the matter.

Maggie however didn't answer my question, asking me one instead. "What did you think of our little get-together this morning?"

And I saw Shirley pick up her coffee cup, once again taking a drink, eyeing me over the rim of the cup expectantly. Obviously Maggie HAD told Shirley about the possibility of my spying on them. But I had no way of knowing if she was fishing, or if she was certain I had actually been watching them.

"I don't know," I responded simply. "I was busy getting a few things done around the house. I knew you'd said something about meeting at your place this morning with the girls for coffee, and I did notice all the cars parked in your driveway, but I'm not sure why you'd want my opinion on that."

"Nice try," Maggie said pointedly. "I saw the glare, figured you must be using something to look down at us with. Binoculars perhaps? So, if you were, then you know perfectly well what I'm referring too."

Maggie had me by the proverbial balls as they say, so there was no sense denying I hadn't seen them any longer.

"Yes, I was looking," I admitted finally. "And since you asked, I can't help but tell you I am more than a little surprised by what I saw."

"Figured you would be," Maggie said, laughing finally, breaking the tension that had slowly been building. "And I wanted to share my little secret with Shirley here. Like I said, a few of us are single for one reason or another, and as Shirley is one of my very best and dearest friends, I was hoping, after last night that you might be interested in spending some time with the two of us."

Well you could have knocked me over with a feather! Here she was asking me if I was interested in experiencing a little threesome with her and Shirley. And not that I wasn't interested, I was. But I was also curious too, very curious.

"Maybe, but first tell me what this little club of yours is REALLY all about," I asked pointedly.

It was Shirley's turn to laugh, and as she did so setting her coffee cup down on the table, her robe parted sufficiently that one of her full firm breasts was clearly exposed. Whether she realized it or not, or simply didn't care, Shirley made no effort to recover her exposed breast and allowed it to linger openly to my view.

Maggie stood up heading over to the counter to retrieve the pot of coffee and refill our cups.

"Well, since you asked," She began. "It's a long story, so you might as well make yourself comfortable and I'll tell you how it all started. Maybe it will even get you excited a little bit and help make up your mind about our offer."

Maggie glanced over towards Shirley and winked. Shirley smiled at her in return and slid her coffee cup across the table towards her for a refill.

I settled a little further into my seat and proffered my own empty cup towards her.

"Sorry, no." Maggie said shaking her head. "Not before you get comfortable, like we are."

As if on cue, Shirley stood up and allowed her robe to completely slip off her shoulders crumpling down around the chair she had been sitting in. Likewise, Maggie took off her own bathrobe and placed it around the back of her chair.

"Now, you wouldn't want to make two older women feel uncomfortable now would you? Or would you rather not hear the rest of the story?"

Either way I was screwed. Though suddenly the sound of that was beginning to sound interesting. On the one hand I was suddenly becoming very aroused, and the thought of having an experience with two, equally attractive, and obviously very experienced 'older' women was extremely exciting to me. On the other, I was also very curious to see how on earth all these women had managed to get together as they had been, and so openly spend time masturbating in front of one another. I decided that the smart move was to take off my clothing, inhibitions and shyness be damned, and enjoy a titillating story as well as enjoy the view so to speak while I heard it. If sitting there in the buff with my cock sticking up was the price I was being asked to pay, it was a small price indeed. For the moment anyway.

Without another word being spoken, I quickly stood up and even more quickly removed the rest of my clothing. I was about to sit back down, but Maggie indicated to me that I was to remain standing.

"I promise, it's a long story, but I won't keep you standing up that long."

"I thought that was the whole idea?" Shirley questioned her friend.

Her little play on words wasn't missed by either of us, and even I had to laugh at that one. Already my prick was beginning to swell in size, so paying that higher price of allowing the two of them to look at me while my cock rose was one more little thing I would have to endure. Especially if I wanted to hear what I felt was going to be one hot fucking story from Maggie.

Smiling at both of them, I settled back against the kitchen counter for support, and stood there drinking my coffee while my prick slowly rose to full attention.

"Two years ago, another friend of mine and I had gotten together one morning for coffee and Danish. Gladys who is a couple of years older than I am had recently lost her husband and so we spent a lot of time consoling one another, and talking about the difficulties at our age in finding a man who was both still sexually active as well as attractive. I told her much to her surprise, that my libido was still very much in force, and that I had been masturbating almost on a daily basis just in order to satisfy my basic needs. Gladys was surprised to hear me telling her all this of course, especially since she hadn't masturbated for years, and hadn't done anything at all since the death of her husband."

Standing there listening to Maggie tell the story was interesting enough as it was. But as I glanced over in Shirley's direction, I saw her absentmindedly toying with one of her hard erect nipples. Now not only did I have an interesting story to hear, which was becoming more and more so by the minute, but I also had a visual enjoyment to watch now too.

And of course Maggie continued on.

"The more we talked about it, the more she became interested in what it was I did exactly. Like I said, Gladys knew me, and she also knew that I harbored no inhibitions whatsoever. Taking her into my bedroom, I pulled open my nightstand and showed her the wide variety of toys and vibrators that I used to entertain and pleasure myself. I've never even used one of those, Gladys had said. So I took one out of the drawer that I thought she might enjoy trying.

Taking a quick peak towards Shirley, she was thumbing both nipples now with her hands as Maggie continued on with the story.

"Here, use this one," I told her.

"Here? Now?"

"Why not?"

Gladys blushed furiously, but it was also evident that she was becoming excited over the prospect of experiencing an orgasm, especially after all this time.

"You first," she shot back at me, wondering if in fact I really would.

Selecting one of my personal favorites, a nice thick flexible flesh colored toy with multiple speeds as well as a distinctly designed curve that tickled that elusive 'G' spot, I removed my clothing and lay down on the bed next to her where she could watch me."

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," she said. "I...well I haven't done anything this naughty since I was a young girl way back in grade school! Gladys then told me how she and another young girlfriend of hers had spent several afternoons in exploration of one another, eventually getting to the point where they were masturbating one another on an almost continual basis. A relationship that continued all the way and up and through the beginning of high school, were only then did they both suddenly decide that they had outgrown the need as well as the desire to continue their girl-girl relationship."

I hadn't been this horny the whole time I'd been married to my ex-wife. And standing here listening to Maggie continue on, I had absentmindedly reached down and actually began touching my cock. Shirley was obviously doing the same thing to herself at this point as the tell tale motion of her hand beneath the edge of the table was obvious.

"As Gladys watched me using the vibrator, she suddenly stood up and removed her own clothing. Within minutes we were lying on the bed, watching each other pleasure ourselves. One thing led to another of course, and pretty soon I was showing her how the toys best felt when they were used. I managed to give Gladys a very nice orgasm, that left her weeping and crying with joy. And so it was at that point that the two of us more or less took up where she and her past girlfriend had left off."

I realized I had been stroking my cock, and quickly removed my hand although it was evident that both women had been watching me anyway.

"That's ok Richard, I like watching you. Just don't cum yet, there's still a lot to the story, if you still want to hear the rest of it that is."

"Oh...I do, I do!" I said a little too enthusiastically.

"Tell him about April," Shirley urged her.

"I was just coming to that part," Maggie said, looking at her sternly for a moment, and then realizing that Shirley was still busily playing with herself too.

"It's ok if SHE cums," Maggie announced. "Shirley's one of the few of us that can have several orgasms in one evening...or day as the case may be."

I stood there nodding my head like one of those dogs on the dashboard of the car when Maggie continued and reminded me that my prick was bobbing up and down in a similar fashion, which Shirley had already taken notice of.

"Anyway, Gladys and I had been getting together over the course of several weeks and had eventually gotten comfortable enough to simply sit down in the front room together, watch videos, which Gladys eventually learned I had quite a supply of, and simply masturbated. Sometimes doing one another, but most of the time, simply doing our selves and watching one another.

One Saturday morning she and I were in the front room watching a video, and as Gladys IS a little hard of hearing, we had it turned up a little higher than I normally would have had it had I been watching it alone. As it was, the woman on the video was being fucked by a handsome young stud, and was in the throes of orgasm. Whether she really was, or wasn't, wasn't important. But her loud cries of ecstasy and pleasure were enough that Gladys began to orgasm at the same moment, and was yelling nearly as loudly as the woman on the video was.​