Mature The Ya Ya Dildohood

At the precise moment that my hand came into contact with her breast, her hand came into contact with my prick. "Wow, that was fast," she said. And for a moment, I actually thought that maybe I had climaxed or something. But as I sensed her hand upon me, I also realized I was hard, really hard. And I had not been of course when exiting the bathroom. Obviously I had begun to stiffen the moment I had laid eyes on her, and hadn't even known that I had.

Her touch though exploratory and searching, was as light as a feather. The coolness of her hands both soothed as well as aroused every nerve ending in my entire body, just not my engorged penis. Playing with her nipples was like tasting sugar for the first time. The sensation was electrifying, her nipples were long, really long, and the fact they stood so firm and erect for me to play with was extremely erotic. I still couldn't believe this was happening, though certainly warming to the idea it actually was. Which was when Maggie's image suddenly popped into my mind.

"What about Maggie, your mother," I somehow managed, even though I was finding it extremely difficult to breath here.

"I'd imagine they're both sound asleep by now," she said. "And even if they aren't, chances are they're doing what we are, so they won't miss either one of us anyway."

"What about your friend...Trish?"

Sure, I was fishing a little bit, curious as hell how she fit into all of this, especially now.

"Oh...I left her a note telling her where I was."

"You told her you'd be out here with me?" I asked incredulously.

"Sure, why not?" Once she hears the whole story, I'm sure she'll be just as anxious to meet you as I was."

I decided that I wasn't going to pursue that line of thought any further and immediately gobbled down one of those long succulent nipples instead. At least it gave me an excuse for not saying anything else.

Rhonda had snuggled up to me while I did this, wrapping her legs around one of mine and began to slowly and softly hump her self against me. The feel of her soft wet slippery pussy sliding back and forth against my thigh was incredibly arousing. I couldn't believe how wet she was, or how hot.

"I want you inside me, but first, I know mother and Maggie gave you a blowjob on the way up here, so I think it's only fitting that I get to do that to you myself."

"Only if you let me have the pleasure of doing the same to you," I responded back.

"What? Give me a blowjob too?"

I rolled her onto her back and began making my way down her near flawless body. I kissed her neck, face, shoulders, lingering for a while at her breasts of course, ensuring that each one had been thoroughly pleasured before moving on. I played with her tight tummy, licking and kissing it and fucking her naval with my tongue for a few minutes, which she seemed to really enjoy.

"Believe me Rhonda, as beautiful as you are, if you had a dick, I'd give you a blowjob yes!" Ok, maybe it wasn't the best line to say to a woman, but under the circumstances, she liked it sighing audibly.

When I finally did slide between her legs, the heat of her sex greeted me with a lusty bouquet that inflamed my own passionate desire for her even more. I was deliberately slow, almost too delicate the way that I initially began to flick my tongue at her hard little clit. I realized she had already reached down, spreading her pussy a part for me, revealing to me just how red, swollen and wonderfully hard that little nub of hers was.

"Suck my clit....please. Suck it Richard, suck it for me!"

Boy did I ever! Drawing that precious little nubbin of hard sensitive flesh between my lips, and then kiss-sucking it, as well as sliding my tongue rapidly back and forth against it brought about the hoped for pleasured moans and sighs. Rhonda was humping her pussy against my face at this point, holding the back of my head and pressing me against her. So much for slow and easy. But that was ok with me too, obviously she wanted this every bit as much as I wanted to be doing it. I was beginning to think that I was about to treat her to a rather nice orgasm when she forced me away from her.

"Nice," she said lustily. "And we'll certainly get back to that, but now it's my turn!"

I was expecting her to start sucking me of course, but she climbed up on top of me instead and in the next instant, I felt my prick slide into this side of heaven.

"Oh fuck!" I said as the sensation of her velvet glove slipped down over my cock, threatening to have me creaming before I could even begin to imagine trying to stop it. Three of the most incredible fuck-strokes later, she removed herself from my cock and slid down to greedily engulf me with her mouth.

"Hmmmm, no wonder you like eating pussy," she said. "I can taste myself on you. Maybe there's more to this lesbian thing that I realized."

Maybe her mouth wasn't quite as nice as her pussy had been, but it was a damn close second. "You're driving me insane!" I told her. "Your pussy...fuck Rhonda, that felt good!"

"Oh, so you liked the preview I gave you of the main attraction huh? Would you like to see a few more coming attractions?"

"What I'd like, is to see that attraction cumming," I shot back at her.

She went back to licking and sucking me once again, but when my nuts threatened to implode, she somehow sensed it, rolling away from me back onto her back, legs spread in the air uninhibitedly.

"Well? You gonna just sit there and look? Or are you going to come over and eat me some more?

"Both," I said simply, truthfully. And so I did sit there, just gazing at her pussy as she lay on her back holding her legs open for me, smiling at me the whole time. Neither of us made a motion to move, to do, or say anything. It was the wildest, naughtiest, wickedest moment I think I've ever spent before in my entire life. Finally I did move, zombie like, slithering up between her legs like a snake looking for a nice warm place to curl up. Which is exactly what I found. And then I began at the beginning, licking and loving that pussy of hers with every intention of making her cunt explode somewhere along the process.

By the time I finally shifted positions and slid my cock inside the wettest cunt I'd ever fucked before, Rhonda had climaxed twice, so that sliding into her now was like sticking my prick into a bowl of warm melted butter. Her breasts continued to look at me like twin pleasure domes, and I couldn't ignore either one of them as I continued to fuck in and out of that slick, sweet honey coated split.

After several minutes of this I was getting close, we both were. I felt Rhonda reach down between us at that moment, grasping my cock before I could once again slip it deeply inside her. Without so much as I word, she had removed my prick from her pussy, but then I felt it as she began masturbating me against her clit with her hand. Stroking herself like this was another delicious sensation. I rose up slightly on my knees so I could watch as well as feel what she was doing; I was again treated to the spectacular view of her exposed glistening pussy.

"Cum with me," Rhonda moaned. "Shoot your spunk all over my clit so I can cum with you!"

Seconds later I was doing just that. The sight of her hand rapidly beating her clit with my cock was too much for my already overloaded senses to bear. Ribbon after thick roped ribbon of my juice sprayed out to begin to coat and cover her already wet lips. As the splash of my seed began to pool against her, she continued using my prick as well as the thick sticky cum to pleasure herself with. Only moments went by when she too was now crying out in pleasure, moaning and groaning so loudly that I feared she would not only wake the neighbors, but possibly alert Maggie and Gladys as to what we were doing too. For some reason, that thought raced through my mind even as my own climax continued, though finally ebbing. I didn't feel like I had particularly betrayed anyone, but at the same time, I was also glad that this time with Rhonda had been privately enjoyed rather than shared in a group setting with anyone else. Perhaps another time, another place. But for now, all I wanted to do was savor the moment of our being together.

We slept together, but long before the sun rose, I felt Rhonda finally stir getting up and leaving the motor home. I feigned sleep, lying there wondering if she in fact was nervous about our being found together like this. I still didn't fully understand her relationship with Trish either, and though she had left a note for her friend telling her where she was, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of conflict, if any that might eventually cause.

I fell deeply asleep after that, exhausted not only from the nearly never-ending night of lovemaking, but from all the other activities as well during the long drive up. The sun was well up on the horizon when the sound of Maggie's voice waking me reached my ears.

"Rise and shine sleepyhead. Breakfast is almost ready, and I imagine you'd like to come inside and take a shower.....and wash that glaze off your face."

Automatically I reached up feeling my face, heard Maggie's laugh and realized I'd been had. I didn't know if she actually knew, or was guessing, but by my immediate reaction, I knew there and then I had confirmed whatever her suspicions might have been up until that point.

"I had a feeling the two of you would like one another after you met. Guess I shouldn't be too surprised that you got around to finding out just how much already," Maggie said, the first trace of sadness actually heard by the tone of her voice. Or at least I took it for that, though Maggie continued grinning at me with that same mischievous smile she always did.

Maggie came over pulling me up and out of the bed. Obviously she wasn't going to let me lie there wondering about it either. I was naked, so when the covers pulled away as I stood, it was one more indication that Rhonda and I had spent the night together. Slapping me hard on the ass as I bent over to retrieve my suitcase, Maggie turned and headed out of the bedroom.

"Breakfast in twenty," she said. "So you'd better make it a quickie. Speaking of which, Gladys and Rhonda are running to the store a little later." She never finished the comment, but I knew what she was referring too.

I glanced up and smiled at her, and it wasn't a fake smile either. I was actually pleased when Maggie indicated to me in her own special way, that what Rhonda and I had done and shared together was ok with her, even expected. Good ole Maggie had also let me know that "we" still had a relationship outside of whatever might happen with Rhonda and I, making me feel a little better knowing that.

By the time I had finished showering and was dressed for the day, breakfast had been served and was waiting for me on the table. Everyone else was already sitting. I was glad to see they had started without me, as I would have felt silly and embarrassed otherwise.

Besides all the food, I immediately noticed that there was another person sitting down at the table and knew without asking that it had to be Trish. "You must be Richard," she said as I sat down in the only available seat remaining, and that was next to hers.

"And you...must be Trish," I said, extending my hand to her in greeting. She took it and we shook briefly.

"I wondered where Rhonda was when I stopped by her bedroom before turning in and found she wasn't there. Didn't see the note she'd left me until I got to my room. And now I can see why she did," Trish stated, flirting with me a little.

I had quickly glanced up across from me to where Gladys was sitting, but if she hadn't been aware that Rhonda and I had spent the better part of the night together, she didn't give that fact away with any sort of surprised reaction either. If anything, Gladys's next comment proved she was not only aware of it, but was having some fun teasing her daughter over it instead.

"I figured as much, by the way she was smiling this morning. Haven't seen her smile that wide in month's. Almost got to the point where I was about to tell her that maybe she ought to sell this place and move closer to me just so she could come and join our Saturday morning get-together's with the rest of the girls."

Not only had Gladys zinged her daughter, but she'd effectively reminded me that there wasn't anything being hidden from anyone else either, nor obviously, would there be.

The only person that didn't seem to pick up on that statement had been Trish of course, and I doubted it highly that anything had been said to her about my relationship with any of them. Particularly because she hadn't even known I was coming along until we were there. And I was also reasonably confident that Rhonda didn't exactly discuss either her sex-life, or her mother's with Trish either.

"That certainly is tempting mother," Rhonda finally chimed in saying. "But I'm just not sure I could be myself in front of everyone like that."

That did seem to catch Trish's attention, and she looked over at Rhonda with a degree of curiosity as to what it was she meant by that. But Rhonda just gave her a look that said it was sort of a "private" joke between the two of them, and shrugged her off. Gladys didn't respond either, and I was suddenly glad that this particular conversation had come to an end.

"What are your plans for the day Trish?" Rhonda asked her friend as she took a sip of coffee and sat there looking over the rim of her cup at her.

"Nothing really, thought I'd go out later and take a swim in the pool, then maybe lay out for a while...you?"

"Mother and I have some shopping to do, so we'll be gone for a few hours this afternoon. We invited Maggie to come along with us, but she said she had a few things she wanted to do here while we were gone. Just wondered if you felt like coming with us."

Trish thought for a moment, glanced towards me, which made me turn red in the face. I wasn't at all sure what everyone was really thinking or wondering about, but she didn't seem to realize that I was, or at least hadn't noticed it.

"Na...think I'll stay here and soak up some sun and relax," Trish said begging off.

I swore I thought I saw a look from Rhonda directed at Maggie that said "Sorry...I tried." But if it was such a look, Maggie never let on that it was either.

Shortly after, we finished breakfast and I helped with washing and putting away the dishes. By that time, Gladys and Rhonda made ready to leave and promised to stop and pick up something special for dinner that night. Trish had disappeared back to her room, and I surmised that she would soon be heading outside to go for a swim, and then lay relaxing in the hot afternoon sun.

Maggie walked out to the car with Rhonda and Gladys, and as I hadn't as yet seen the entire house, I found myself wandering back up stairs where I knew the main living and family room was located. Besides the large redwood deck that extended off the second level of the house, there was also another balcony that ran around outside all the upstairs bedrooms. I'd spotted it briefly after having taken my shower, and now with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, decided to wander out side and sit down and finish it, along with a much needed smoke.

I had taken a seat in one of the many patio chairs, and was looking out into the back yard where the pool was when I saw Trish emerge from the house, naked. She walked over to the pool, diving in. I don't think she looked back or up towards where I was sitting. And though I didn't consciously try and hide the fact that I was sitting there, and could see her, I did sort of slump down in my chair slightly so as not to be even more noticeable than I already was.

I watched her swim the length of the pool a few times, also watching as she came out and stood drying herself off with a towel. She had cute pointy little breasts, certainly a nice firm ass, and being human; I looked at her and hadn't heard Maggie's approach until she was already there.

"Enjoying the scenery?" she asked, startling me in the process, causing me to jump, making her snicker.

Trish had placed another towel down by the side of the pool and now lay on her back, her cute tits fully in view. Averting my eyes from her at that point, I turned back towards Maggie, trying to come up with something reasonable and sensible to say, which went right out the window, as that's when I saw that Maggie was naked too. Only she obviously had other plans, and as she began fumbling with the belt on my Levi's, lowering the zipper, I knew that it was Maggie's intention of doing it right here, and right now, regardless of whether Trish would see us or not.

Maggie finally undid my pants sufficiently to reach in and fish out my prick, which wasn't easy as I was already hard.

"Wonder what you were thinking about," she said, just before devouring my cock with her mouth. I felt guilty as hell; I could still see Trish from where I was sitting, though I was reasonably confident she would have been unable to see what Maggie was doing to me from where she was.

"Now what's she doing?" Maggie went on as she continued to suck and lick my straining penis. Hearing Maggie ask me this seemed a little weird at the moment.

"Nothing...just laying there sunning," I said, which wasn't entirely true as I did happen to notice Trish had placed one of her hands on her breast and appeared to be gently caressing it.

"Would you like to fuck her?" Maggie questioned me with a mouthful of cock.

Now this really was getting weird.

"No!" I told her. "But I would like to be fucking you," I added, feeling like that was the right answer to be giving her.

Maggie quit sucking me, actually removing her mouth from my prick. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked, but the tone of her voice was serious and not something I had heard her use all that often.

"No...why?" I asked a little fearfully.

"Then stop playing games with me Richard!" she stated. "We've never lied to one another, and I hope you don't intend on doing so now."

"Maggie, .I really don't know what it is you're getting at," I said truthfully.

Maggie's voice softened. "Trish. Would you, if she were to come up here and ask you to do it, fuck her?"

I thought about it for a second, and decided that honesty; especially with Maggie was the only answer I could give. "Yes, probably I would. But...I wouldn't approach her, or attempt to seduce her either Maggie," I said honestly. "If she came up here and asked me point blank if I wanted to fuck her, then...I'd say yes, I would!"

"Much better," Maggie responded, once again licking my cock. "What about Rhonda? You WOULD like to be with her again yes?"

"Yes," I said simply.

"And you would like to see if she wants to do so again too don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

"Could you fuck her in front of me?"

"I don't know," I answered being as totally honest with her now as I could be. "Probably, as long as she was ok with it," I added.

"Don't you wish that was Rhonda you were watching now?" She asked me, deep-throating my cock, causing me to suck in my breath when she did.

"Fuck yes!" I moaned loudly. So much so that I immediately opened my eyes and wouldn't have been at all surprised to discover Trish had heard me.

"What's she doing now?"

Trish was in fact, playing with herself.

"Touching herself." Maggie sat up and looked over the railing. Trish had placed her legs; knees bent, but open widely. It would have been next to impossible to not know what she was doing, even at this distance. Maggie giggled dropping back down and once again and began licking me.

"You like watching women playing with themselves don't you?"

"Fuck yes!" I admitted. "I love watching you do it," I added.

"What about being watched, do you like it when someone watches us fucking?" she continued.

Hearing Maggie talking dirty to me was definitely having an impact. I was aroused beyond reason and would have fucked her in a football stadium full of people at that point. "Shit yes Maggie, I like it when someone's watching us, it's so fucking hot!" I told her.

She stood up, leaning against the railing. "Then come and fuck me," she basically demanded. I slid into her from behind, and had the same sensation as scooping into ice cream with a hot spoon. Her cunt was moist, thick and creamy with her essence, as my prick skewered into her. I lost myself in her, eyes closed, simply enjoying the feel of her cunt as it wrapped itself around my dick, sucking it like a thousand hungry pairs of lips doing so simultaneously.

I was vaguely aware of Trish below us, knowing that all she had to do was lift her head even slightly, and she would have a totally unobstructed view of us as we stood at the railing directly in front of her. But again, at that point I could have cared less, all I wanted was to pleasure Maggie's pussy, and eventually fill that precious cunt of hers with as much cum as I could manage.

"Pinch my nipples Richard, and fuck me. Fuck me deep, hard and fast!" Maggie yelled. If Trish hadn't heard that, then she was deaf. I did look down by the pool after that one and saw that Trish had in fact rolled over on her side. She had one hand propping her head up, so unless she was also blind too, she was looking directly at us. Her other hand was buried between her legs; obviously, and from what I could see, furiously masturbating herself.

I reached down capturing one of Maggie's freely swaying breasts in my hand and began pinching her nipple just as she requested. Additionally, I began thrusting into her almost viciously, pounding against her in wild abandon, and frankly grunting and groaning just as loudly as she was. Trish HAD to be hearing the two of us now, and I found the thought of that extremely exciting.

"Cum with me Richard," Maggie screamed out as I felt her suddenly liquefy inside, and immediately began to add my own hot precious fluid to hers.

We remained coupled together, leaning against the railing of the balcony long after we had climaxed, each of us still trying to recover and capture our collective breaths.

"Hmm," I suddenly heard Rhonda utter from behind me. "Mind if I join you?"

I turned, slipping out of Maggie in a heartbeat, stunned as well as surprised to see her standing there.

"Mother and I decided to just shop for the groceries. Glad we did, I'd have hated to miss seeing the two of you going at it the way you were," she stated mater of factly. But even as she spoke, she began to remove the blouse she was wearing.

"You might have to give him a minute or two," Maggie said easily. "He just barely finished filling my pussy, so it might take him a while to get another 'stiffy'," as she affectionately enjoyed saying.

"Ohh, do you mind Maggie?" And then Rhonda blew me totally away as she walked up to Maggie with Maggie still leaning against the railing, slipping one of her fingers inside her. "Wow Maggie, you're full of all kinds of juice!" she said, fingering and playing around in it for several long minutes.

"You keep doing that...you'll get me excited all over again Rhonda," Maggie warned her, but I could also tell by the way she said it that she was half-hoping that Rhonda really would. She soon stepped away however, both to my disappointment as well as Maggie's I guessed. It was then that I remembered Trish, spinning around looking down into the backyard. But she was nowhere in sight.

Rhonda knew who I was looking for. "Passed Trish on the way in. She said something about wanting to take a nap or something." Rhonda giggled. "I'd be willing to bet she was laying out here masturbating when you two started fucking up here on the balcony huh?"

Maggie confirmed that she had been in fact, and even told Rhonda how excited I got watching her play with herself. Which wasn't 'exactly' what I had said, or admitted to. But when I saw that Rhonda was neither jealous nor upset by that statement, I let it go without saying another word.

By this time Rhonda had managed to remove the rest of her clothing. "Well, if you're going to be a while yet...why don't you at least come over here and start licking me?" she asked. She sat down in one of the chase lounge chairs, beckoning to me to come to her.

"Well, you two have fun," Maggie said. "I think I'll go see what Gladys is doing, and start getting things ready for dinner tonight." Maggie disappeared a moment later, but by then I had my face buried between Rhonda's legs and was perfectly content to stay there a while.

A while later Rhonda and I went down to the pool. We sat naked, side-by-side dangling our feet in the water while talking. "Rhonda, I've got to ask you, it's driving me crazy."

"What?"

"You and Trish. I guess I'm not exactly clear on your relationship with her."

Rhonda laughed, but it eased my nervousness at least. "She works for me," Rhonda began. "And we're pretty good friends, have been for years. Anyway, she moved out of her old apartment when she and her boyfriend split up, I told her she could come live with me until she found a new one. Lets see, that's been about two years now I guess."

"So, you mean the two of you aren't..."

"Lovers?" Rhonda burst out laughing, growing a little more serious. "No, we're not. Just because mother's a lesbian, doesn't mean that either I am, or that Trish is. In fact, just so you know, neither of us has ever been with another woman before."

"What about that, that 'thing' on the balcony with Maggie?" I questioned.

"Sticking my finger inside her?" Rhonda questioned incredulously. "I wouldn't exactly call that 'being' with another woman now, would you?"

"I'll tell you this much though Richard. I'll admit to being curious about it, always have been I guess, and maybe that DOES have something to do with mom's being a lesbian. But I think MOST women probably have thought, or wondered about it from time to time, so I wouldn't say that I haven't wondered or thought about it. So has Trish for that matter, and we've even discussed it a time or two, but usually while we were drunk, and never to the point of actually doing it, though like I said, we've gone so far as to flirt with one another occasionally, and have in fact masturbated ourselves in the same room together. Now....does that answer your question?"

I nodded my head yes feeling more than a bit foolish.

"Now it's my turn to ask you a personal question," she stated.

"Go ahead." I'd obviously opened the door to this, and I wasn't about to close it on her now. "Feel free to ask me anything."

"What's it like? Your little weekly get-together with mother, and all those other women? I think I heard mom refer to it once as their little Ya Ya Dildohood or something."

"I'm not sure I know what you're asking," I said, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable and wondering just exactly how much I should really be sharing with her.

"Yes you do," she said, obviously not about to let me get off that easy. "What's it like being with and around all those women at once? What do you do...what do they do that you enjoy being with them so much?"

And so I finally began to tell her. I didn't say anything about all the wild and crazy things that Maggie and I had enjoyed together. I felt that was a separate issue, and wasn't really apart of our discussion. But I told her pretty much everything else, how it came about, and how I eventually ended up joining them, and now...what I did, what we all did since I had.

"I have to admit, I'm surprised that you and mother have even done THAT much together," she said after I had finished telling her everything. Including answering most of her probing, intimate questions. "I'm not sure I would be comfortable having sex in front of her though, or that she would feel all that comfortable having sex, even if it was with another woman in front of me either."

"I told her then about the "No Thank You" rule, though I thought it entirely appropriate under the circumstances that nothing would be expected or required if and when Rhonda did choose to attend one of Maggie's Saturday morning get-togethers.

"Why did you want to know about it anyway?" I asked her.

"Just curious I guess. And now that I've met you, I was just wondering how I might feel about that, especially as I know that you'll be going home tomorrow. And that next weekend you'll all be having such naughty fun together."

I decided not to say anything more at that point. Not sure what her statement meant, and not wanting to read anything into it, though I had gotten the feeling that Rhonda liked being with me, and that maybe, our weekend together wouldn't be the only one either.

"Food for thought," she said standing up suddenly. "And speaking of which, we probably should see if Maggie and mother need any help with dinner!"

We had a fabulous dinner of course and spent a great deal of time simply chatting. I found I got to know everyone a little better, including Maggie and found I'd enjoyed our simple evening together a great deal. It was late by the time we'd gotten everything cleaned up and put away. I couldn't blame Gladys for wanting to get an early start for the trip back home either. It was a long drive anyway, plus I had a few things to do Sunday night prior to going to work in the morning.

Soon afterwards Gladys and Maggie turned in for the night. Rhonda and Trish had excused themselves even before that, though to be honest I had expected to see Rhonda at least once again before I had gone to bed. When she didn't reappear to say "good-night" I thought it odd, but decided to head out side to the motor home and wait and see if 'maybe' she came out some time later.

I'd been lying in bed for about a half hour when I heard someone knock on, and then open the door. Though all the lights in the motor home were off, I had left a small table lamp on, that was in the dimmest position so that the bedroom though lit, was still dark enough that I couldn't see clearly when Rhonda stepped into the room.

"I was hoping you hadn't gone to sleep yet," she said. "I wanted to spend some time with you before you went back tomorrow."

I was delighted to see her of course, and quickly pulled the cover off, indicating for her to join me. It was then that I saw that someone else was standing behind her, as Trish stepped into the room as well. I covered myself almost immediately, confusion clearly showing on my face.

"I wanted to talk to Trish about something," Rhonda began. "Which is one of the reasons the two of us left for a little while. Remember what we talked about out by the pool? Well, I told Trish about what we said, and particularly about how she and I have been 'curious' about being with another woman. And as I told you, neither one of us had ever actually done it. Anyway, to make a long story short, she and I agreed that tonight might be the perfect time to explore that possibility. Letting us to decide for ourselves one way or the other afterwards. But more importantly, having you here with us, and participate along with us, might make it that much easier for us both. That way we wouldn't feel like we were doing something just to be doing it, especially if neither of us really enjoys it or finds it as exciting or interesting as we thought it would be. So I guess you might say, we're wondering if you'd like to have a mini version of your little Ya Ya club with us."

I was a little surprised of course, but immediately told them both yes. Seeing Rhonda and Trish as they stood next to one another, hands already exploring, made my mind up for me. That, and finding I already had an erection of course.

Before either one of them actually joined me in bed, Rhonda stated there was something else she needed to know too. "I need to know how I'll feel about seeing you with another woman," she said simply. "And I don't mean Maggie, because I don't have a problem with that, knowing her the way that I do. But, I'm not sure how I'll feel seeing you with anyone else, and so I also need to know how I'll feel about that. Since I'm fairly sure you and Trish won't have the means to be around one another all the time, Trish seemed like a good candidate. And besides, I already know you enjoyed watching her earlier today." It was then that the two of them came into the bed together hand in hand, joining me.

I wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to do here, or how things were supposed to proceed. Rhonda made that decision easy for me however by announcing that her desire, or intent rather, was to initially go down on Trish first and basically break the proverbial ice as it were. But she had also decided that if I were to either lick her pussy simultaneously, or perhaps even fuck her while she did, that it might help to not only stimulate them both, but help them ease into this unknown world a little more comfortably.

I'll be the first to admit that I was excited as hell to be sitting there, knowing that neither Rhonda nor Trish had ever done anything like this before. Rhonda had been right about one thing, being curious about something, didn't necessarily mean you'd like it, or even enjoy it remotely at all. In addition to that, there was also the risk that one would, and the other wouldn't, and then what? Still, as I watched Rhonda gently lay Trish back into the bed and begin to gradually work her way down her quivering body, I found watching them was something far more sensual and erotic than I think any of us realized it would be.

Although Rhonda had asked me to pleasure her while she satisfied her curiosity with Trish, I couldn't help but sit there beside her, doing nothing more at the moment than watching. Rhonda lovingly cupped Trish's tender little breasts, kissing and licking each hard nipple gently and softly, truly exploring the sensation. I could see by the look on her face that she was truly taking the time to evaluate what she was feeling, enjoying, or struggling with before continuing on. Trish in turn, caressed, held, touched, stroked, and certainly allowed her own inner pleasures to come forth either in a sudden intake of breath, or a soft slowly released moan. Seeing the two of them together like this, almost made me feel like the third party that truly didn't have any business being there. Had it not been for my arousal, and the fact that I was expected, and in a way required to participate, I would have suggested that the two of them explore this curiosity together without my being there.

Surprisingly, it was Trish that soon drew me into their pairing. Rhonda was by now tasting and licking the first pussy that she had ever truly experienced in quite this way before. She continued to caress Trish in varying ways and degrees, but was truly finding the taste of Trish's pussy quite enjoyable, and every bit as sweet as she curiously had wondered if it would be.

"Oh Richard," Trish had said, "Please...please, make her feel as good as she is making me feel!"

It took a minor moment of adjustment, and a slight disruption of what Rhonda had been doing to her, but I finally managed to position Rhonda over me so that she was more or less sitting on my face, while leaning over once again to pick up where she'd left off in licking and pleasuring Trish's heated, needful sex.

It wasn't entirely expected either, but after a time of exploration and experimentation, Trish came. She came hard, and she came freely when she did. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, perhaps surprisingly so as she screamed into the night.

After a brief period, as we all lay simply enjoying and experiencing the afterglow of Trish's orgasm, we changed places. I again chose to remain distant, at least for the first few minutes, wanting Rhonda to experience things in the same way that Trish had. Without my involvement, without my added stimulation, even visually being apart of those first few moments together.

I knew when Rhonda bunched the sheets tightly within both of her hands as she gripped the bed, threatening to rip them, that the sensations she was feeling as Trish tenderly suckled and tickled her clit was having the desired affect that I hoped it would.

Rhonda had her eyes tightly closed, her tongue slowly passing along and licking her own lips in obvious pleasure. "Richard, come behind me now, and...fuck me," she breathed softly into Rhonda's cunt.

I saw Rhonda open her eyes, looking up searching me out, smiling while nodding her head in approval over Trish's suggestion. "Yes Richard, fuck her now for me. Let me see you slide your cock inside of her, and fuck her while she's eating me."

I moved around the bed, positioning myself, as well as Trish so that I could indeed fill her with my cock, easily and swiftly. I had no concerns that she would not be ready for me, or that I would in fact hurt her in anyway. She was wet, very wet. And very, very ready.

"Argh!" she moaned, her face firmly implanted against Rhonda's pussy as I slipped inside her. I buried myself fully into her, holding myself briefly before withdrawing, then easing myself a little more slowly this time, on purpose, deciding to tease her with my cock in everyway that it was imaginable for me to do so.

Rhonda had reached up to capture one of her nipples and slowly caressed it with her finger, watching us, and knowing full well that she was pleasuring me as she did. She held it, thumbed it, and then tweaked it for me, even pulling on it so that it stretched away from her breast before letting go of it, only to start touching herself for me all over again. But it was the look in her eyes that nearly made me jettison my seed. Her look was pure joy, pure ecstasy true, but more importantly, honest and complete surrender. The fact that she could do this, and do it with me watching her had to be the greatest thing I believe I have ever witnessed. She succumbed not only to the dance of Trish's tongue on, and within her pussy, but to the beauty of my sharing this moment with her, even though my cock was firmly embedded in another woman's cunt at the time.

"I want to see, hear, and feel you cum," I told them both, meaning both as I said it. Trish attacked Rhonda's clit with a renewed sense of urgency even as I thrust myself in and out of her with a slow continuous stroking that I knew was driving her nearly insane with desire.

Frankly, I was amazed at myself when I felt and saw the two of them explode simultaneously together. Perhaps the fact I didn't join them in this climatic eruption was as it should be. But as I continued pumping myself into Trish without fear of spilling myself into her, all the while seeing Rhonda's orgasm overwhelming her, was the second most incredible moment I'll ever know. And throughout it all, Rhonda's eyes remained open, searching and locked onto my own as she came for me, allowed me to see deep into her very soul.

Trish finally collapsed against Rhonda effectively disengaging my cock, which was just as well as the strain of holding back now had nearly exhausted me entirely. And as much as I wanted to cum myself, I didn't want it to be a second-rate orgasm, somehow that didn't fit with the sublime pleasures that we had all managed to share and enjoy with one another.

"Now," Rhonda said, finally stirring and forcing Trish to do the same. "It's our turn, to make you feel good."

As I lay down upon the bed, both Rhonda as well as Trish began to lick, kiss, and touch me from the top of my head, to the tip of my toes, and back again. When at last I was beyond comprehension, and so sensitized to their touch that every caress could have brought about my orgasm without ever once having touched my penis, they then began to make love to it, together.

Two lips, exploring, fencing with one another, my penis sandwiched between them, and then as they fed me to one another, taking turns, holding me, stroking me, giving me to one another to lick, kiss or suck. Over and over their torture continued, until I was so lost in one sensation, that I knew not when it ended, and the others began.​