Mature The Ya Ya Dildohood

"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.​