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The Ya Ya Dildohood

By: Many Feathers



Chapter One

I found myself standing in the driveway of my new home staring at the small U-Haul trailer that contained my entire life. At twenty-three, I had been married, and was now divorced. Thankfully there had not been any children. We'd married young, both of us full of dreams for the future. Six month's after that, we both knew it had been a mistake, yet we'd stuck it out for another two years.

We'd parted as friends, though certainly not close ones. And I had no intention of ever seeing her again anyway, which is one of the reasons I'd moved halfway across the country. The other, I had a good job waiting for me that would help pay the bills I'd collected during those two and a half years. Today was the day my new life would start, in a new state, with a new job, but with an old house. I'd purchased a small little home that was nearly seventy-five years old and in need of some minor repairs. But I was pretty good with my hands, and a fresh coat of paint would go along way to making it presentable again.

As I began to move my belongings into the house, I spotted the neighbor who lived next door to me as she came outside to work in her garden. I thought about introducing myself, but she went about her business without even looking towards me, so I decided to save that for another day. I did notice over the course of the next few days that I never saw anyone else in the home, so had to surmise from that, she lived alone, and was either divorced, or a widower. 

I had an entire week before I was to start my new job, so I had ample time to get settled in, and also do a few things around the house. The first thing was getting the picket fence mended and painted. 

I had been at it nearly the entire day when I finally worked myself around to the side of the yard that separated my house from my neighbors. This time she was stooped over pulling weeds from her garden when I began painting the fence near the area she was working in.

"Good afternoon," I said casually.

The woman glanced up at me smiling. 

"Good afternoon to you too. I see you've gotten settled in ok," she replied.

Smiling back, I nodded my head.

"Yes thanks. But I'm afraid I've still got a few things to do to get this old place looking decent again."

She laughed at that and stood up offering me her hand, which surprised me, as I hadn't expected it.

"By the way, you can call me Maggie."

I accepted her hand, and was surprised to find myself a little embarrassed that I hadn't offered to introduce myself to her first.

"Richard," I offered.

"Nice to meet you Richard. You married?"

Once again she caught me a little off guard, but I'm sure she was curious why a young man would be moving into a home all by himself, unless I was here ahead of my family and trying to get the place ready for them before they arrived.

"No...used to be. Recently divorced."

Maggie gave me a sad faced frown in understanding.

'Too bad. Sorry to hear that."

I simply shrugged my shoulders indicating, "What can I say" in response.

As we stood talking, each of us on our own side of the short dirty white picket fence, I couldn't help but wonder about Maggie. Obviously living alone, I was curious, but didn't dare ask her why she was alone, especially after just meeting her anyway. And it wasn't like she wasn't attractive either. I wasn't exactly sure about her age. Something about her told me she was older than she looked, probably in her late fifty's to very early sixty's perhaps, but there was no way of knowing without just asking her. And I wasn't about to do that.

Maggie had a few slight streaks of silver running through her blondish colored hair, almost imperceptible, but it hinted that she was indeed a lot older than what she looked. But even more remarkable was the ample amount of bosom she was displaying. She had undone one more button more than what I would dare say most women would allow, even while working in the yard, and so displayed a fair amount of cleavage. Although only the gentle upper slopes of her breasts were revealed, they were both tan, and very smooth looking. Maggie obviously stayed active and was in fairly good shape, probably even better than I was at less than half her age!

"How long have you lived here?" I asked. Hoping the question would lead to Maggie revealing a little more about herself.

"Oh, about twenty years now," she said. "My husband and I moved here to begin our new life together, after my divorce." Her gentle smile told me she was remembering their time together. "He died suddenly about five years ago."

"I'm sorry."

Once again she smiled good-naturedly though a look of profound sadness crossed her face.

"Don't be, we had a good life together. And though I miss him, he left plenty for me to survive on, and I enjoy living here. And now that someone's finally moved in next door to fix up this house, I'll feel even better about my place. Though I admit, my fence could use a little fresh paint too!"

"Listen, I'll have plenty of spare time on my hands. If you'd like, I'd be more than happy to paint your fence once I'm done here. And besides, with both fences painted, it will make both of our homes look nicer don't you think?"

"I'll be happy to pay you for your time," she stated.

"That's not necessary," I told her. "Just consider it my being neighborly!"

"I'd be careful what you offer up. I just might try and take advantage of you." 

For a moment, I was a little unsure as to what she had meant by that, but then decided that my long ignored libido was working overtime, and that she probably hadn't meant anything beyond the simple truth of her words.

"I should be finished here today," I said eyeing the work I'd already accomplished and the still unfinished section of fence I still had to paint.

"I could start on it Saturday if you'd like."

"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Maggie exclaimed. "But, just so you know, I won't be here in the morning if you do start. There's a group of us that gets together every Saturday for coffee and the latest gossip. We take turns at each other's houses, though most of the time we do meet here since I live alone and don't have a husband to get underfoot all the time."

Maggie gave me a really big smile, and even winked. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at that one.

"Saturday it is then," I told her. "I'm sure I'll have plenty of paint anyway, as long as white's ok."

"White will be just fine."

Maggie removed the bandana that had been holding her hair up in order to wipe the sweat from her forehead. As she did, her hair fell down to her shoulders, which took another couple of years off her age.

"Well, it's going to be another hot one today, so I'd better let you get back to your fence, and I'd best get back to weeding this garden!"

Once again we shook hands over the fence. I watched her turn, walking away admiring her shapely legs, and the luscious ass outlined by a pair of short beige shorts as she turned her back towards me.

"Get a grip," I told myself. "She's easily twice your age to begin with. And secondly, going without sex this long is starting to play tricks on my mind. Forget her!" 

But as I continued to paint the fence, I realized that this was easier said than done. And I was also subconsciously wondering if she had any kind of a social life outside of her Saturday coffee gathering with the girls.

When I showered late that afternoon, I found myself aroused and excited. I hadn't felt that way in quite sometime, and especially as I'd just moved here. I certainly hadn't had time to meet anyone, especially anyone I could become intimate with. Just Maggie. And so there I was, standing in the shower, soaping a very erect penis, actually fantasizing about her. A thought that both surprised, and bothered me a little bit. After all, she was considerably older than I was; yet, I was aroused as hell by her and still curious as to why she hadn't remarried.

I continued to masturbate, images of those luscious looking tits of hers still fresh in my mind, and almost blushed with the thought of what she would think if she knew I was thinking about her.

Late that evening as I prepared for bed, I went to the window to open it wider than it had been to take advantaged of the cool breeze blowing in. As I looked out across the yard, I realized for the first time that my upstairs bedroom window looked directly across and into the side-window of her front room. I could just barely see Maggie watching TV through the partially opened blinds. She was lying on the far end of her couch, legs stretched out with the TV angled just slightly towards the window. I had a perfect view of them both. I nearly turned away to shut off the lights and go to bed when I noticed that she was watching what appeared to be a fairly racy movie. I was sure it was just one of those late night R-rated shows with the occasional love scene that just happened to be on when I noticed it. And then I realized just as quickly that it wasn't! What I was seeing, and what Maggie was actually watching, was far more than that. This was hard-core stuff, triple X-rated material. And she was watching it!

Suddenly I had a whole new respect for the neighbor I'd begun to think of as rather shy and quiet. Maggie obviously had another very private side to herself that I was actually quite delighted to see. Though she certainly wasn't living with anyone, nor had I seen her go out with any men, it was nice to know that she still had very sexual desires and thoughts, and was willing to do something that others might consider inappropriate to satisfy herself.

It was then that I realized I was still standing in my bedroom window looking down at her. And though she couldn't have possibly seen me unless she'd gone to her window and looked up in my direction, I nevertheless stepped back hurriedly, turning off the light before approaching the window again.

The term "peeping tom" came to mind, and I actually felt a little guilty spying on her. After all, I was invading her privacy, and she had a right to whatever pleasures she desired in her own home, no matter what form they took. Hell, I'd spent my early evening masturbating, thinking of her. And now there was no doubt I'd be doing so again, with the image of her lying on the couch watching a porno movie adding fuel to that new fire. Although I still felt guilty, and ashamed that I was still watching her, I honestly couldn't help myself. I would certainly never tell her, or even hint that I had seen her, and had no intention of making this a nightly ritual either, but for the moment anyway, I simply couldn't tear myself away from that damn window!

I noticed for the first time that she was dressed for bed. Maggie was wearing some sort of loose fitting nightgown that obviously wasn't meant to be sexy. Especially since it didn't expose a lot of skin, but still added to the over all indecent, almost decadent and naughty feeling I was enjoying. Once I'd begun to grow erect, I grew harder and stiffer until my cock began to ache, demanding release. And short of some natural disaster, I knew I'd soon be jerking off again.

I was still struggling to turn away from the window, but unable to take my eyes off her or the movie she was watching, when I saw her pull up the hem of her nightgown, raise her knees, letting them fall apart, and begin playing with herself. Watching Maggie giving herself pleasure openly, deliberately, without shame. Seeing her stroke the folds of her pussy, sliding her fingers in between them to find and caress her clit, I knew I was a goner, and I reached down to begin stroking my cock. I stepped back from the window slightly as though she might somehow sense my presence and look up to see me. The fact I was watching her masturbate was so unexpected and so totally unbelievable, that I found myself aroused beyond my wildest imagination!

As I stood in the relative safety of my own darkened bedroom, I continued to stroke my cock, using the over abundance of leaking pre-cum as lubrication to increase the pleasure I was giving myself.

I stared at Maggie, concentrating on her as she was obviously gave her pussy pleasure, slowly yet methodically fingering herself. Though the blinds kept me from seeing her as clearly as I would have preferred, I knew exactly what she was doing from the motions of her hand. And then, just as if she could hear me thinking that I wanted to see more, she dropped her head back against the arm of the oversized couch. Maggie lifted up one of her legs so that it draped across the back, pulling her gown up to her breasts, exposing her pussy and her attentions to it even more completely. 

I still couldn't see her as well as I wanted to, but I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Her eyes were closed, no longer watching the video, and her expression of intense pleasure, plus the way she suddenly lifted her hips from the couch, rubbing herself faster and harder, told me that she was either having an orgasm, or was very close to it.

At that point, I stepped away from the window. Maybe she was indeed reaching a climax, but I felt I owed her at least a little bit of privacy to enjoy it without actually having someone spying on her while she did. I quickly climbed into my bed and proceeded to bring myself pleasure in a very slow and deliberate way. Images of Maggie sitting on her couch masturbating were now very much a part of my newest fantasy, and very much a part of the secret I would never ever reveal to anyone.

When I finally did climax, I was surprised at the force and volume of my orgasm. In the near total darkness, I felt the warm sticky splashes of my semen hitting my chin, neck, and even landing on my pillow long before my initial ejaculations diminished in intensity. Only when the remainder of my fluids began to run down between my fingers did I finally slow my stroking, beginning to catch my breath after such an intense and very enjoyable climax.

I got out of bed and padded quietly into the bathroom almost as though Maggie might somehow hear me. And silly as it was, I also closed the bathroom door before turning on the light in order to wash and clean myself off, still fearful that she would somehow know what I'd been doing.

Turning off the light, I opened the door and returned to the window. Total darkness greeted me below, and I knew that Maggie had also gone to bed. But as her bedroom faced in a totally different direction, there was nothing more to see, and tomorrow was Saturday. I knew I'd have a very busy day painting her fence. I set the alarm for six o'clock, since I wanted to get up, fix a light breakfast and then begin painting before it got too hot. I crawled into bed, but tossed and turned before finally slipping off to sleep. Though wonderfully satisfied from my orgasm, I was still wrestling with mixed emotions about what I had witnessed and participated in. Seeing Maggie as I had, I could no longer think of her as just that nice older woman who lived next door. Now I also knew her as the sensual, exciting, and even tempting woman that she really was.

The sound of the alarm ringing in my ear was the next thing I heard, waking to discover that I had a hard-on, and not the normal one I usually woke to. This one was at least equal to the boner I'd been sporting the night before, watching Maggie. And not surprisingly, those were the scenes I replayed in my head as I gave myself another intense and satisfying orgasm. Sometimes showers are for more than just getting clean!

I'd been working on her fence for over and hour when she emerged from the house. She seemed a little surprised to see how much I'd accomplished. It was just barely 8:00, and I guess she'd thought I'd sleep in before starting to work.

"Good morning!" she called out to me, waving as she walked down the front of her steps.

"Good morning!" I replied, pausing to admire her appearance. She was wearing another pair of shorts, white in color, and very, very short. But she was also wearing a very tight fitting bright pink tank top that even at this distance I could see she was wearing without a bra on. Her fairly large breasts were completely unencumbered, and surprisingly firm against her chest, though I was also a little relieved to see weren't so perfectly molded as to hint that she had had implants or anything, making them appear less than real or natural to me.

Resting her hand on the handle of her car door, she turned and spoke to me again. "I'm off for coffee with the girls for a couple of hours, but would you like me to pick up anything for you on my way back? I have to stop at the store anyway..."

"No thank you. I'm fine." I was surprised at the slight nervousness in my voice, and hoped that at this distance she wouldn't notice it, or the flush on my face as the blood rushed into it. Normally I'm not in the habit of picturing women naked whenever I look at them, but seeing Maggie in that incredibly sexy and revealing outfit, made it hard to picture her any other way. Especially since I'd had glimpses of her the night before to inspire me.

Maggie gave me a final wave and slipped into her car backing out of the driveway. I stood watching her; aware of my rapidly hardening prick, suddenly grateful that she was leaving. Otherwise, I would have been forced to go back into the house and take care of myself one again, a practice that I was suddenly becoming very good at.

Maggie arrived home shortly before noon, but by then I had already finished the fence and had gone inside to wash up in the kitchen. I'd taken off my sweaty tee shirt, having thrown it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Standing at the sink, I heard the sound of someone knocking at my kitchen door, and then the sound of Maggie's voicing calling to me through the screen.

"Knock, knock!" she said, in time with her actual knocking. 

Turning, I saw that she was standing there with what appeared to be a large pitcher of pink lemonade and two plastic colored glasses. The door wasn't latched, so I immediately called out, inviting her in.

Grabbing a wad of paper towels, I quickly wiped off my hands, turning in search of my sweat-stinky tee shirt. Maggie walked into my kitchen setting down the pitcher and glasses on the small table.

"Oh don't bother putting your shirt back on," she told me. "It's not like I haven't seen a man nearly naked before!" 

Just the tone of her voice assured me that she wasn't offended by my standing there in nothing more than a pair of shorts. And the easy off-handed way she presented herself also assured me that she was already more comfortable with our being neighbors that I was. Even so, I was beginning to feel the almost shy blush spread to my cheeks as I gave up trying to untangle the tee shirt dropping it back onto the chair.

"It's too bad that society is so concerned with women showing off their breasts in public. Why men can do it and women can't is beyond me. Especially here in the United States! You know, almost every other place in the world, on most beaches anyway, women can run around topless as much as they want to without anyone saying or doing a thing about it! Yet here, if I just wore my bra outside, not to mention going topless, it would be considered obscene, even though I've seen women wearing bathing suits that covered less, and were still considered to be legal!" Maggie paused to chuckle. "Just look at the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue! How legal can those women be, wearing no more than three triangles just about two inches across and a few feet of string?"

Maggie managed all this while pouring our lemonade, and without spilling a drop. Looking up at me, she handed me one of the glasses and smiled. "You seem surprised?"

"What?" I said, trying not to sound as stupid as I'm sure I did.

"That someone my age would give a rat's ass about running around topless. Hell, if I could get away with it, I would. What's wrong with working out in one's own yard wearing - - or not wearing--whatever you want to?"


The Ya Ya Dildohood



It wasn't like I had any argument against that logic, or even disagreed with it, but I was stunned to hear her voice it. I was 23, and supposedly more open-minded and freer about sexuality, while Maggie who was probably at least twice that, was obviously far more comfortable with her own sensuality, and that of others, than I was.

"Besides, I'd put my tits up against any woman's. I've got nothing to be ashamed of, and for my age, they're still in pretty good shape don't you think?"

Maggie had placed both hands on her hips and had thrust her chest out proudly, even turning slightly to give me a nice side view of her still braless, full, rounded breasts, tipped with large, enticing and slightly erect nipples.

"No complaints from me!" I replied, taking a sip of my drink in an effort to keep the tension and excitement out of my voice, not wanting her to think I was as nervous or uncomfortable as I actually was.

Maggie stared at me for a moment, giggling as she realized that I was nervously looking away from her breasts now, rather than at them.

"I've embarrassed you!" she said. "Don't mind me. I'm just a lonely old broad that hasn't got anything better to do than go around embarrassing young men. Even if they are good looking ones who live next door!" 

I had no idea how to respond to that, but Maggie once again showed her comfort with all kinds of situations, pulling out one of the kitchen chairs sitting down in order to enjoy her drink, changing the subject as she did.

"So...why did you decide to buy this house? It couldn't have been because it was so well-kept?"

Glad to turn to a more neutral topic, I sat down as well, letting the conversation turn to a more informal discussion of our lives, where we finally began to ask and answer one another's questions. Before I knew it, it was late afternoon and we'd polished off the entire pitcher of lemonade.

"I can't thank you enough for painting the fence," Maggie told me, preparing to leave. "Are you sure I can't pay you for all the work? At the least, let me pay you for the paint."

"No...really Maggie, it's ok," I said, enjoying the sound of her name as it rolled off my tongue. "It was no big deal, and took a lot less time that I thought it would. Besides, I'd already purchased the paint for my fence anyway, not knowing how much of it I'd really need."

"Well at least let me fix you a nice dinner then," she said. 

That seemed like a reasonable enough payment to me, and besides, I was a lousy cook and wasn't looking forward to sandwiches again. 

"You like lobster?" she asked.

It had been a month of Sundays since I'd eaten lobster. I was stunned! A lobster dinner, for me anyway, went far beyond "nice!"

"Uh.... sure!" I love lobster. But you sure you want to go to all that effort and expense?"

"They're no trouble. Just stick them in a pot of water, melt some butter, add a little garlic and spices, and viola! Dinner! Besides, I've already bought them. Remember, I said I was going to stop at the store on my way home?" She winked at me, grinning. "I was thinking ahead! I figured you wouldn't let me pay you, but thought that since you're living alone, you might enjoy a nice erotic dinner!"

I stared at her, mouth open, wondering if I had heard her correctly. But her immediate dark red blush told me she'd had a slip of the tongue. She swallowed hard, laughing weakly, trying to regain her composure.

"What I meant was a nice exotic dinner. Though I guess lobster could be considered an erotic delicacy. It's certainly as messy as sex is!"

I let the line drop. There was no way I was going to respond to that teaser!

"Do you need me to bring anything?" I asked.

"Just yourself," she said. "And I hope you like white wine. I have a really good bottle of Sauvignon Blanc that I've been dying to try. But I hate drinking alone, and I hate even worse opening a good bottle of wine just for myself."

I was still a little overwhelmed by her openness and familiarity, as though we'd been good friends as well as neighbors for years rather that for just a couple of days.

"Um, I know this sounds silly, but I've only got clean jeans and white tee shirts. Everything else is still packed and wrinkled. Actually, most of it still needs washing, something I haven't gotten around to doing yet," I confessed sheepishly.

"Come naked if you want to," Maggie said bluntly, once again catching me off guard. Then, as she noticed my shocked face, she smiled and added more gently, "Relax Richard. Jeans will be fine. You don't even have to wear a shirt if you don't want to. The food may be exotic, but the setting won't be. Lobster isn't fun if you can't really enjoy it and the mess it makes. We're definitely talking casual here. No fancy tablecloth, no silverware. Just you, me, and the lobsters." Maggie stood. "If you want to come in shorts and shirtless, be my guest, I'll enjoy the view either way. Hell...after a few glasses of wine, I just might show you my tits, and see what you think of them!"

With a final wink and a wicked grin, Maggie picked up the pitcher and glasses heading out the back door. I was about to ask her what time when she turned back towards me.

"See you around seven." I heard her softly laughing to herself all the way across the yard, and wondered what I was in for that night, having dinner with my beautiful, sexy, outrageous and obviously hot next-door neighbor.

Glancing at the kitchen clock, I discovered that seven was a little less than three hours away. I still had to clean up, and though she'd said not to bring anything, I decided to take a couple of bottles of wine anyway. Maybe they wouldn't be as expensive as what she'd be serving, but I was sure I could find something for us to enjoy and sip on later on in the evening. A shower was next on the agenda, though I promised myself that I wouldn't jerk off again, even if I did get another erection. For the first time I wondered if there was any truth at all to the old wives' tale about masturbation making you go blind. Then I figured I'd that I'd only do it until I needed glasses. Laughing at my own stupid joke, I hurried upstairs to take that shower. I was surprised at how giddy I felt, thinking about the evening ahead and the adventures it might bring. It was almost like getting ready for a date, though of course, there was no way in hell that this was even close to a date. But date or not, I was both anxious as well as excited, and wanted to be on my best neighborly behavior!

But I couldn't forget Maggie's last comment. 'Hell, after a few glasses of wine, I just might show you my tits!' I didn't believe her of course. I knew she'd just been kidding. But the idea of actually seeing them, naked and close-up was something that I couldn't quit thinking and wondering about. "And what about after she showed them to me? What would happen next?" I wondered.

As I'd expected, dinner was delicious, fabulous in the most relaxed and informal way. Maybe the lobsters didn't take any work, but she also served a tossed salad with pine nuts, blue cheese, and the lobster was followed by fresh strawberries sprinkled with an orange liqueur. There was no doubt she was an incredible cook! I knew already that I would never turn down an invitation that included food, no matter what time of day! Conversation flowed easily and so did the wine. We finished her bottle of wine, and gotten half way through one of the two I'd brought along when it was obvious that our evening together was coming to an end.

I'd had no expectations of anything happening of course, just fantasies. As I thought about it later, after I was back home, we'd had a very relaxed evening together, but nothing else, and nothing of any sexual nature was even discussed. Though I wasn't exactly disappointed, I was surprised at myself to discover that I was slightly annoyed that we hadn't at least done a little flirtatious bantering back and forth as we'd been doing earlier in the day. Even as I headed upstairs to my bedroom to turn in I couldn't help but walk to the window glancing down. As I did, I saw that her blinds were completely shut, causing me to feel more than just a little nervous.

"Had she realized I could have been watching her?" I wondered. "Had she made that discovery earlier this evening before my arrival? Is that why she acted so differently?"

If so, it could have been the reason for our impersonal and less than stimulating dinner conversation. Maybe she had sensed something, or saw her blinds still partially open, realizing that from my bedroom window, I would no doubt have been able to see down into her living room fairly easily. Now I was no longer annoyed, but fearful that she'd think that my observations of her had been deliberate, instead of accidental. But I told myself firmly that she hadn't spoken or acted any less friendly than she had been, except for the lack of anything private or sexual in nature. I shook my head. I was mentally overreacting and decided to let it go at that. If Maggie had any concerns, problems, or fears, I was sure that eventually she'd let me know about them one way or another.

Nearly an entire week passed with very little contact. I had started my new job, and was gone during the day, arriving home mid evening, so I hadn't seen or spoken to Maggie for several days. I was starting to feel slightly paranoid, thinking that she had somehow figured things out, or at the very least decided that maybe I was showing far too much interest in her, though for the life of me I couldn't recall saying anything that would lead her to believe that.

Finally, Friday evening came and as I pulled up into my driveway, I saw Maggie heading across the yard in my direction. Her wide and genuine smile quieted my fears at least momentarily. "Hi stranger!" she called out to me. "Bet it's been a busy week with the new job. How's it going?"

Climbing out of the car, I returned her friendly greeting, glad to see her, and more than a little relieved that obviously I hadn't said or done anything to put her off. "Yeah, it's been a long week, that's for sure. Still getting used to things I guess, but all in all, I think I'm going to like it."

"Hungry? I'm willing to bet you're about ready for a nice dinner."

"Sure! I'd never turn down one of your meals. What time?"

I groaned mentally. There we were again. Or there I was anyway. Was I hearing what I wanted to be hearing, or was Maggie simply being herself, and I was reading all these hidden little innuendoes into things that simply weren't there? I couldn't help but wonder whether she meant what I heard or not. 

"Would you like me to get us some more wine?" I asked.

"Soon as you can get undressed and come over," she said with a wink and a grin. "We still have half a bottle from the last time, and another one we never even got to. If we'd started in on that one, I'll bet I'd have shown you my tits!" 

She sounded suggestive, enticing, just as she had before our dinner together, and as if almost a whole week of silence after that dinner hadn't even happened. What did she mean? Why was she acting so sexy? What was she trying to tell me? Confused, not knowing what to say, I simply stood there looking at her. "No, on second thought, why not? I headed upstairs to undress-or redress-more casually for our evening together. At the last minute, I'd headed to the store picking up another two bottles of wine.

I arrived an hour later to the delightful smell of hot spicy sausage and garlic simmering in a pan on the stove. Maggie had fixed us a pasta dinner with all the trimmings-salad, garlic bread, and fresh cannoli for dessert-and I was glad I had chosen a couple of bottles of good Merlot to go along with what she'd made. Dinner conversation was light, mainly focused on my new job and the work I wanted to do on the house, and the wine was perfect with the spicy pasta. 

"Damn, Maggie, that was really, really good!" I said, finally sitting back, half tempted to undo my belt in order to make myself a little more comfortable. "I'm totally stuffed, but having a chance to eat what you cook was well worth it. Any time you want me, I'll be here!" (I'm not bad at innuendoes myself, and the wine had helped me relax.)

"So you got enough to eat?" she asked.

"Oh heavens yes, more than enough in fact. I'm about ready to burst through my jeans. I was even thinking about loosening my belt to make room."

"So make yourself comfortable," Maggie told me. "I already said you could show up at the door naked, and I'd still invite you in."

"Ah...I don't think you put it quite that way," I told her. "And I seriously doubt that you really would let me in if I did show up at your door naked."

"Oh? Wouldn't you be surprised!" Maggie shot back at me. I watched as she picked up the still un-opened bottle of Merlot, and headed into the living room. "Grab our glasses and come on in here," she tossed over her shoulder. 

I followed her in where she turned, handing me the bottle to open.

"Go ahead and pour us a glass. I for one am going to make myself a little more comfortable. I enjoy sitting around the house in the evening with very little on, so I hope you don't mind too much."

"It's your house. Wear, or don't wear, whatever you want to," I challenged her.

For the first time Maggie gave me a look that was more serious than teasing. "Don't tempt me Richard. It's been too long as it is, and you might find yourself with your hands full!"

Now it was my turn to laugh, but I did so with a great deal of nervousness, something that she picked up on right away. "Ah huh... just as I thought."

"What?"

But she just shook her head as though agreeing with herself about some point I had missed, disappearing down the hall towards her bedroom.

When Maggie re-emerged, she was wearing the exact same nightgown I had seen her wearing that night I'd been spying on her. Like I said, it wasn't exactly meant to be sexy, but it still was anyway. Seeing her up close like this, it was semi-sheer enough to reveal the fact that she had nothing on beneath it. "This too much for you?" she questioned me coyly. "I can always put on something flannel, I guess. Like I told you, I prefer to be comfortable, very comfortable, in the evenings. But if this bothers you too much, I can go back in and change into something a little less comfy!"

"Maggie, come on... like I said, it's your house! And to be blunt, you could have walked in here naked, and it wouldn't have bothered me in the least!"

"Oh?" She shot me with an almost wounded look on her face.

And then I realized the way that must have sounded. "That's not the way I meant to say it," I stammered out apologetically. "What I meant to say was..." But her burst of laughter told me she was only messing with me, immediately letting me off the hook. 

"It's a good thing that I did know what you meant to say. And Richard, if I wanted to, I would walk around in the nude. But under the circumstances, that would be rather rude of me, since you're still fully clothed, don't you think? And seriously, if you do want to make yourself even more comfortable, and take off some of those clothes, please feel free to do so. I told you once, I'd enjoy the view!"

Neither of us had air-conditioning, and the swamp coolers didn't do a very good job of cooling down either of our houses early in the evening. I was already wet and sticky from the humidity, not to mention the added heat from Maggie's cooking in the kitchen. "Well, if you don't mind, I really would like to take off my shirt," I told her, suiting my actions to my words.

"As far as I'm concerned, you can take your pants off too, if you like. I know you said you were really full, and my husband always felt better sitting around in his shorts after dinner."

"I wouldn't mind doing that, but you see, I don't usually wear any underwear with Levi's, so that would be slightly different from the way you're dressed right now," I said teasingly.

Maggie sat down on the couch at the far end from where I was sitting, picked up her wine glass and leaned back to take a drink, continuing to look at me, still not commenting on what I had just told her. I didn't meet her eyes, but I couldn't help but look at the way her gown clung even more tightly around her breasts as she relaxed against the back of the couch. The dark color of her nipples showed clearly through the pale, sheer fabric as her breasts pressed against the material. She had extremely large areolas, which I loved, and her hard nipples pressed against her gown, were erect in spite of the heat, clearly showing me her eager, aroused state. The sexual tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. My hard cock was about to explode out of my jeans. I picked up my glass of wine to take a drink, and attempt a comment that might make the situation less awkward than it had suddenly become. But all I could think of was Maggie and how hot and sexy she looked in that gown, and how much better I'd like it if she wasn't wearing anything at all.

Suddenly, she put down her wineglass with a decisive motion, asking, "Want to watch a movie?"

"Sure, I...I guess," I said lamely, confused and more than a little bewildered by the unexpected turn of events.

"I started watching this particular one last weekend, but I never finished it." Maggie stood up, walking over to the VCR. Putting in a tape, she pushed play, and stood with her back to the TV, blocking my view. Her eyes held mine, looking directly at me as I began to hear the telltale sounds of the moving playing on the TV behind her. There was absolutely no mistaking which tape she had put in. Only when she knew that I knew what was playing, did she step away sitting back down on the couch exactly in the same place and same position as I'd seen her in last week. "Hope you don't mind," she said casually, glancing over at me, "but I really do enjoy a good dirty movie now and again."

"Ah no...no, not at all," I stammered. But talk about confused! I honestly wasn't sure about how Maggie wanted me to take anything she was doing. On the one hand, she seemed to be coming on to me, while on the other, maybe she was just simply doing what she enjoyed doing, not caring whether I was there or not. 

I briefly considered standing up and telling her that maybe I'd best turn in or something. But I was curious about what was happening, and why. Wanting to see what was coming (and maybe cumming) next. And most important, did she know what I'd done?

"This really is one of my favorite ways to relax at the end of the day," she announced, just as if my being there with her was the most natural thing in the whole world. "I don't know about you," she continued, gently lifting the hem of her gown, "but I really do enjoy masturbating just before bedtime. It helps me relax and sleep a lot more easily." She smiled slightly, her eyes still meeting mine. "If my doing this bothers you, I'll stop. But I really do enjoy watching a good erotic movie, and they always tend to make me exceptionally horny. That, and a good bottle of wine," she added with a wink and an alluringly sexy smile.

Now I wasn't merely confused, I was stunned. Maggie nonchalantly began masturbating, fingers sliding back and forth over her clit, doing it right in front of me, without a care in the world. I was totally mesmerized by her, too absorbed in watching her to even remember to breathe, and still without a clue in the world about what, if anything, I should or shouldn't be doing. If my twenty-three year old inexperience hadn't been showing before, it certainly was now. And I'm not sure if this situation was covered in any books I'd ever read anyway. And I don't think that even the Playboy advisor had an answer for this one!

Maggie lifted up the hem of her nightgown so her smooth, wet pussy was clearly visible, continuing to use her hand and fingers in pleasuring herself with. She slid them into her wet hole, smearing her juice all over her pussy, paying special attention to her clit. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. My cock was rigidly erect, painful as it pushed hard against the confines of my jeans. And still I sat there speechless, wondering what the fuck was going on, and what I was expected to do, or not do, about it. I certainly knew what I wanted to do, but without a specific invitation from Maggie, I hesitated, uncertain. "Enjoying the movie?" she asked, "I am."




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.

Chapter Two

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.




The Ya Ya Dildohood



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.




The Ya Ya Dildohood



April, who was another woman we both knew and who dropped by occasionally for a visit had decided to drop by on this particular day. When she came to the door, she heard what were the obvious sounds of pleasure coming from inside, and as her curiosity was now tweaked, she went around back, entering through the back door since she knew where the key was that I left there in case of emergency's. When April came into the house, and saw what Gladys and I were doing, she got so excited that she stripped off all her clothing, and simply walked into the front room just as naked as we were. And so, that's how April, the third person in our group joined us."

My hand had already gone back to slowly stroking my cock, but I was well aware of what I was doing at this point, and allowed myself to continue, heeding all the while Maggie's admonition not to let myself cum.

Shirley was still touching herself, though at least she had scooted her chair away from the table allowing me a much better view of her thick coarse matted covering, which she held open with one hand all the while teasing and stimulating her clit with the other.

Even Maggie was becoming aroused, though perhaps not by the story she was telling so much as in the way she kept looking back and forth between Shirley and I. Maggie, as agile as a teenager, simply jumped up onto the kitchen counter sitting down, spreading her legs invitingly and began caressing her self as she picked up the story.

"Aprils one of the few of us still married, and her husband has no idea that we get together and do this of course. It's not even something he'd find exciting, or want to know or hear about. In fact, he'd probably find us all decadent and try and find some way to have us all arrested. And it was perhaps for that very reason alone that April found herself wanting to join Gladys and I as often as possible. She had no sex-life at home to speak of, and what she did have was far less than satisfying to say the least! The only bad thing about April is...she has a big mouth and is prone to gossip. Of course, she knew the ramifications of telling anyone else about our now weekly little get-togethers, but she was dying to tell someone. And so...as she trusted and shared secrets with her sister anyway, she finally took Shirley here aside one evening and told her. The next thing I knew, April called and informed me, rather than asking me if it was OK if she brought along another woman. 

We suddenly started talking about who was bringing what, and whose house was available for the next meeting. The next thing I knew, we were calling it the Ya-Ya Dildohood, with a slightly naughty twist. And that was, you now had a bunch of women who were getting together every Saturday morning to have a cup of coffee and spend time masturbating one another, or themselves." 

It didn't take a mathematician to know that there were still a couple of ladies that hadn't been accounted for yet, but before Maggie continued on with the story, she suddenly jumped down off of the counter and moved over to the table pulling her chair out.

"Ok. I think it's time you sat down now," she said. 

I wondered momentarily if she was just getting to the good part, which in a way...she was, though not quite in the manner which I expected.

"This is even making me horny!" she exclaimed, promptly pressing her breast against my face after I had taken my seat.

"Suck on this while I continue," she directed.

Being the kind of individual that I am, I happily accommodated her wishes. Sucking those velvety tits of Maggie's, as well as fondling and caressing all that magnificent tit flesh she displayed was heavenly, especially as she spoke.

"Janice, who's the youngest of us all at thirty-three was the next woman to join our merry little group. We'd been meeting most of the time here at my place as it was the most convenient, and most centrally located. From time to time however, we occasionally met at one of the other women's homes more for a change of pace and scenery, than for anything else. So it was that Janice, April's next-door neighbor happened upon us when she saw the lot of us converging together on that particular Saturday morning. April felt like she couldn't very well turn her away without hurting her feelings, and so we did invite her in for cake and coffee, but it was beginning to look like that's all we were going to have time for."

"Until," Shirley said interrupting Maggie. "That YOU decided to hell with this, and pulled the dildo that you'd brought along with you from out of your purse and set it down right in the middle of the coffee table. I thought for a moment that April was going to faint dead away, but it was even more amusing to see the look on Janice's face when she looked you square in the eye and asked you what it was. I haven't laughed so hard before in all my life. Especially, when you looked straight at her with all seriousness and said: "Would you like me to show you? And the funny part was, you did!"

"Somehow that doesn't exactly surprise me." I said with a mouthful of tit.

"Shut up and keep sucking." 

"What about me?" Shirley asked with a pouty tone in her voice. "I wouldn't mind feeling some of that!"

Maggie pushed me away allowing Shirley to take her place. I immediately latched onto one of Shirley's nice taut little tit-thumbs, which is about the only I could describe them. Though I certainly don't have THAT much experience to go by, I'd certainly jerked off to a number of boob-books to know that I've never in all my life seen a woman with nipple's as large as Shirley's were.

"Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted," Maggie gave Shirley a double dose of disdain, one for butting in on her story, and two, for butting in on the tit licking I'd been giving her. Shirley on the other hand merely groaned softly with her eyes closed as my lips encircled her flesh and began to gently chew and suck on her.

"Go on Maggie," Shirley urged. "Even though I know the whole story, hearing you tell it is getting exciting!"

I had to agree with her on that, though mouthing Shirley's boobs might have had something to do with that.

Maggie continued, "Janice had suddenly become the fifth member of our little soiree, and through her of course, invited of all people, her own sister Joanne, a few weeks later. And so now we were six. That's how we came together as a group Richard, but what you don't know of course, is that as fun as all this has been for each and every one of us, it still lacks a little savoir-faire. Particularly when it comes to maintaining the level of excitement that each of us was seeking in the first place." 

"And that's where hopefully you come in," Shirley said once again butting in.

Though I had been listening to every word of Maggie's story, that last part flew right over the top of my head.

"And so, the two of you are looking for just a little more than sitting around watching a bunch of other women fucking themselves with toys right?"

You could have heard a pin drop.

I realized almost immediately my mistake, beginning to stammer out an apology. "That's not exactly the way I meant for that to come out," I said with the sincerest tone to my voice that I could possibly express.

"I hope not!" Maggie said with just the slightest edge of iciness to her voice as she glared towards me. "In the first place, if you WERE spying on us through your binoculars, you'd know that we ALWAYS have a wonderful time. Seeing one another pleasuring our selves, and occasionally each other is one of the most erotic, sensual experiences imaginable. Something that NEVER gets tiresome, or boring to either do or witness!" She added almost heatedly.

Even Shirley had stepped away from me and was now staring down at me as though threatening to put away my toys.

"It's during these little get-togethers that each and every one of us shares a fantasy, or some sexual desire, or even a recent erotic experience that we've had, much for the benefit and enjoyment of every woman in the group."

Shirley was about to open her mouth once again but with a look from Maggie, immediately closed her mouth without muttering a word.

"You dear boy, were MY contribution to this mornings sharing."

At that, it was now my turn to become a little angry and I even stood up in abject defiance of my cockstitutional rights.

"Oh do sit down Richard!" Maggie said glaring at me. "Especially before you lose that beautiful hard-on!"

There's one thing to be said about Maggie, she could tear you down, and build you back up just as quickly in the blink of an eye.

"I didn't say a word about who you are, or where you live. Only that I have someone who comes around from time to time to fix things for me. I never even mentioned to anyone that you painted the fence as they might have put two and two together!"

Suddenly I felt a little foolish, and more than a little embarrassed at my actions, but I knew all was forgiven when Maggie came over and sat down on my lap, immediately proceeding to bring me back to full attention with her hand.

"Now then, what I was hoping for, was that you might be willing to sort of join our little group on Saturday's. You know, just a little added dimension to our pleasures. Some of the women probably won't even touch you because they're married. And that's ok. But I think watching you playing with yourself, or one of the other women who aren't as morally encumbered as some of us, might enjoy doing things with you. So as I was saying, adding you to our little group would be just the ticket, and the added spice we've been looking for. Now, what do you say to that?" she asked me.

By way of an answer, I looked directly into her eyes. "Could you wait until I have ALL my curtains up before we have it at my place?" I asked.

Both she and Shirley broke out into a boisterous laughter that filled the room. So much so that Maggie immediately had to excuse her self to go and take a pee before she did it right there and then in her kitchen.

Not to be left out, Shirley walked over taking over from where Maggie had left off. Grasping my now steely-hard penis in her hand, she began pumping it up and down expertly, telling me as she did that she was obviously very knowledgeable when it came to me, as even my ex-wife couldn't jack me off the way I liked doing it.

"I'm glad you decided to join our little group," she told me. "We even voted on it before breaking up today, just to make sure that no one had any reasonable objections. And I don't mind telling you, after Maggie told us about last night; you were the topic of conversation and fantasy for every woman there today, including myself. So if that means anything to you...think about it. All those orgasms we had today were in some part brought about by you. And you weren't even there to see it really. Which reminds me, just exactly how much DID you see anyway?"

I told her how I hadn't seen all that much really, but that I HAD seen her lying on her back shoving a rather large looking dildo into her pussy as she laid there. But that no, I hadn't watched her climax, nor really seen anyone else do so either.

"Would you like to see us do that now?" Maggie asked returning from the bathroom.

My smile must have gone from ear to ear.

Pulling me by the prick into the bedroom, I cheerfully followed Shirley who just as gleefully followed Maggie back into her room. 

"I hope you don't mind Richard, but I told Shirley just how good a pussy eater you really are, and she made me promise to let you eat her first, if you want to of course. Oh, which reminds me, that's one of the rules we ALL follow. If you don't want to do something, then you don't have to. The motto we all follow is plain and simply, 'No thank you' if its something you're not interested in, or uncomfortable doing. No explanations, no apologies, no anything. These are words we all live by and respect. If you do join our little group, the very same rules will apply for you as well. No hurt feelings ok?"

Even though Maggie had given me an out if I wanted it, just seeing the expectant worried look on Shirley's face that I might actually say no was heart-wrenching. I had no intention of saying no in the first place, and immediately set her mind at ease.

With my hands, I indicated to Shirley as I gently pushed her back onto the bed that I had every intention of going down on her. Maggie wasn't about to be left out of any of this however, making Shirley and I adjust slightly so that I was lying on my side, munching on Shirley's extremely wet pussy while she in turn curled up on her side, busily sucking away at me.

I'm fairly certain there is absolutely no correlation to the size of a woman's clit to the size of her nipples. But in Shirley's case, I would have to make the exception. I really hadn't seen her pussy quite this close and personal as yet even though she'd been fingering herself off and on in front of me the whole time I had been there. Her clitoris was large enough that she could have jacked it off in much the same way a man did if she really wanted to, which is perhaps why she was so damn good at it when playing with me. Even before my tongue snaked out to give it the first few tentative flicks that I hoped would begin to drive her wild, I had to place the fingers of my hand about it in such a way that I actually was stroking it like a miniature cock, just to see what her reaction would be like.

"You like my big swollen clit huh?"

"Fucking amazing," I responded back to her.

"Shirley's got the biggest clit in the entire group," Maggie jumped in adding. "Followed by Joanne's, then Gladys, Aprils...mine, and last but not least Janice's."

"You've actually compared clits?" I said still lying between Shirley's legs.

"Sure, didn't you compare dicks with the other boys whenever you got a chance to?" Maggie asked me.

"Well yes, but not quite the same way you obviously have. Most of the guys I've ever seen weren't exactly sporting erections. And as you well know, seeing a guys cock soft isn't exactly an indication of how truly big he can be whenever he is hard."

"True," Shirley confirmed raising herself up on one elbow so she could watch what I was doing. "And I'm also reasonably sure that not many men our age sit around jerking off in front of one another either!" she added.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Maggie stated. I've seen adds for Masturbation Clubs popping up all over the country.

"You know, that really wouldn't be a bad idea, "Shirley stated seriously.

"You'd better hurry up and start eating her pussy Richard. Or the next thing you know she'll be recruiting other men to start joining our little group, and suddenly you won't be the center of attention anymore!"

I wasn't about to argue with that, or let Shirley start wondering about what it might be like to have other men join us. I even had to laugh at myself. Here I was already feeling apart of this strange little 'Ya-Ya Dildohood' as Maggie had called it, and I hadn't even attended one of the meetings yet!

It was at that point that I felt Maggie's lips surround my prick and begin giving it what could only be described as the best damn blowjob of my life. In turn, I felt it only appropriate to ensure that I lived up to whatever the hell it was that Maggie had told Shirley about me. Even so, sucking that incredibly large clitoris was an interesting experience. I'd tried sucking my own cock when I was a kid just to see if I could do it. And though I'd never ever accomplished that particular feat, sucking Shirley's clit the way I was now, sort of reminded me of that.

"Oh Gawd he's good Maggie!" Shirley wailed as I began to rapidly flick my tongue up and down the smooth slippery surface of her clit.

"Didn't I tell you he was?" Maggie responded with a mouthful of dick. 

In a strange sort of way, it was interesting as the two women continued to banter back and forth with one another, almost as though I wasn't even there. But the whole time they did, Maggie kept my cock in her mouth, whenever she wasn't just licking it, which intensified the whole experience as she so wonderfully sucked my prick.

"Do that twirly-suck thing to her that you did to me," Maggie spoke up just before swallowing half my prick down her throat.

So I did, almost immediately feeling Shirley come up off of the bed. I hadn't realized just how close she must have been to having an orgasm. Maybe with all the previous foreplay and excitement perhaps which had added to everything, but in the next instant it was almost physically impossible to stay with her as she literally launched herself into the air and let out the deepest sounding moan-groan I'd ever heard from a woman. On par with Maggie's wail of pleasure perhaps, but in a totally different way. 

"There she blows!" Maggie said laughing, finally removing my cock from her mouth for the first time so she could sit up and watch her friend.

"Richard! Stick your fingers in her pussy and shove them in as far as you can! Hold them there!" Maggie directed me. 

I did. Shirley kept cumming and cumming and cumming some more. One hard felt orgasm, right after the other. All I could do was hold on for dear life with my fingers impaled as deeply into her as I could get them. Shirley simply humped herself against my hand after that, exploding so many times that I actually lost count.

When she finally did come back from wherever the hell it was she had gone, Maggie was already straddling herself over my cock, sliding that equally wet pussy of hers down my more than ready to go, hard surging no-batteries required, fuck toy.

I loved being on the bottom for several reasons. One, I was able to relax a little which also helped me with my control. Two, I had an unobstructed view of Maggie's tits, able play with them at will. Something she loved me doing anyway.

"Pinch the fuck out of them!" Maggie screamed at me.

Once again, I was more than happy to oblige. The feel of Maggie's tight went cunt was a sensation in and of itself. But pulling and twisting her nipples while she slid that sweet succulent pussy of hers up and down my prick was like turning up the volume on the old pleasure control.

Being able to caress and knead her breasts, pull and tug on her nipples while she fucked me was driving me nearly insane. Added to that, Shirley had finally come around, and though I couldn't see her very clearly as she was sitting somewhere behind us, the feel of her small delicate hands suddenly exploring, teasing my balls and asshole was a pleasant surprise.

"Don't you dare make him fucking cum too soon!" Maggie warned off her friend. "I know what you're doing back there, and if you so much as touch his prostate, he's bound to blow off the head of his cock!"

Shirley was of course doing just that, and the feel of her slim finger invading my asshole while my dick was buried in the hottest fuck-furnace I'd ever known was starting to have its affect on me. My tight balls were another indication of how close I was getting, with Shirley cupping and fondling them with her free hand while finger-fucking my ass with the other.

I was on the verge of throwing in the towel anyway when Maggie suddenly tensed up above me, beginning to thrash about wildly. Her pussy-dam burst at that point, sending torrents of that amazing wall of cum-cream to come bursting forth down through her cunt, once again spraying a milky-white thin coated flood of her juices that soaked both of us. Even as she continued to fuck herself wildly up and down on my prick. 

In seconds we were drenched, and the deliciously juicy sounds of our almost squeaky-squishy coupling was adding a bizarre but highly erotic accompaniment to Shirley's vocal enthusiastic cheering from the sidelines.

"Fuck that pussy baby!" Shirley urged me on. "Cum in that pussy baby...come on, shoot that load inside that cunt baby!" Shirley kept calling out over and over.




The Ya Ya Dildohood



And then Maggie added her own final plea, and that did it for me.

"Yes! PLEASE!" Maggie cried out drawing the word please until it simply became a part of her high-pitched scream of pleasure.

"Here...it...CUMS!" I screamed, exploding just as the word 'cums' left my mouth. Which only added to the multitude of vulgarities, obscene and delightful fuck sounds that the two of us were making as we both continued humping crazily upon the bed. 

Now I have to tell you, I've had some pretty intense orgasms in my short twenty-three years, many of which could have blown my socks off. But I had never before felt any like this one. I don't know how, because it certainly isn't physically possible, but I not only felt each and every explosion of my climax, I felt like I could somehow see it too!

With the help of Shirley's hand milking my ball sack and her other finger teasingly massaging my prostate, I somehow crawled up inside Maggie's magnificent cunt, riding my own cock like a cowboy on a bucking bronco.

Each and every ejaculate seemed to send streamers, or actually thick-ribboned ropes of my hot sticky spunk to splatter against the red inflamed walls of Maggie's pussy. As I sat riding my cock, almost jerking myself off in a way deep inside her, I was able to see this eerie spectacle, watching as my prick continued to coat and bathe the insides of her cunt with thick pasty white sprays that looked like someone was trying to foam down the runway at the airport. Only in this case, the emergency was the crash landing of my cock inside of Maggie's pussy as we soared together in the sweetest explosion of pleasure and passion that I had ever known. I think I may have even passed out. In the next instant I was lying alone on the bed and realized that neither Maggie nor Shirley were anywhere's near me. It took me a second or two more to reorient myself. When I did, I first heard, and finally saw them on the floor. They were happily engaged in a very sensual and extremely erotic looking sixty-nine with one another. And from what I could now see and hear, it was evident that Shirley was dining on all those succulent fluids and juices that Maggie and I had made together. 

Too tired and exhausted for the moment to do much more than lay on the bed watching them, I contented myself to simply do so until it was obvious that both women were once again nearing yet another orgasmic release.

Shortly after that, both women treated me to a dual, almost simultaneous orgasm. Watching in utter amazement as Maggie once again nearly drowned Shirley in the process. By the time they both fell apart, my cock was shocking the shit out of me by suddenly rising with renewed interest. I continued stroking my prick, still slippery, still coated with a myriad of fuck juice, and was stunned when I felt the first hint of my second climax quickly approaching. 

Maggie looked up and simply smiled at me. "Do it!"

In the next instant, I was cumming, albeit not with quite so much force and volume of the last one. Even so, I managed to direct a couple of nicely placed squirts that fell over both women as they lay on their backs expectantly looking up, waiting on me. When I was done, I simply collapsed back onto the bed watching as Maggie and Shirley rubbed in the faint remnants of my last pleasure until all traces of my orgasm had been absorbed into their skin.

"Fuck!" I said. Exhausted beyond words, and satiated beyond anything I had ever thought possible.

"You can say that again," Shirley offered, glistening with sweat and perspiration that looked wonderfully wicked, and sensually delightful all at the same time.

"We stink," Maggie said with a giggle. Which was entirely fitting, as you could smell the mustiness of us all in the air.

"Yes, yes we do," I added. "And, I like it!"

Maggie continued to giggle while laying on the floor looking up at me. "Me too," she said softly. "Me too."

"So Richard? You are going to be joining us on our little Saturday get-togethers yes?" Shirley asked.

In response, I looked back and forth between them and asked, "What is it you want me to serve with the coffee?"

Giving both women a friendly hug and a kiss, I had now become an official 'honorary member' of their secret little group. Shirley soon after dressed, heading for home as she was already running late for an appointment, leaving Maggie and I alone.

"Come on Richard. Lets go sit and soak in my whirlpool and wash all this sticky gunk off."

Following Maggie into her large luxurious bathroom, it was obvious that she had gone to a great deal of time and expense to have it remodeled. A very large oversized tub was sunken into the floor giving it the distinction of being more like a mini wading pool than a bathtub. Overhead, a sky light allowed sunlight to filter into the room from above, giving the entire room a very pleasant openness, which was interesting considering the fact it was the bathroom after all.

"Do you like?" Maggie asked as she turned on the water and began filling the tub.

"I love it Maggie. This is really nice. I only wish I had room to expand my own bathroom into something like this!"

"It's one of my favorite places to relax, and to enjoy myself," she said with a mischievous look in her eye. "Would you like me to show you what I enjoy doing in here?"

I wasn't about to turn something like that down, and I was curious to see what it was she was referring to anyway. "Sure!" I said smiling ear to ear.

I sat down on the smooth flat ridge that completely surrounded the tub, watching as Maggie climbed in. She made a couple of minor adjustments to the water jets after she'd turned them on, and then positioned herself in front of one of them.

"Watch this," she told me.

Turning them on, the water began to bubble, foaming a little as the whirlpool jets began their normally relaxing massage. This time however, they appeared to be doing a hell of a lot more than just that. Maggie laid down on her back allowing just enough water to cover everything except for her head and breasts as they tantalizingly poked up through the churning bubbling water. Placing her feet flat against the side of the tub beneath the water, she opened herself up obscenely in this fashion, which allowed the water jet that she sat directly in front of to work its pulsating magic against her pussy. In addition to this, I was now treated to a very erotic dance of her tits as they moved back and forth with the constantly changing flow of the water as it beat against her. But it was more obvious that though her breasts were being caressed, the primary pleasure was being given to her pussy by the rapid pulsations, which were being directed against her by the underwater jets.

"I fucking love this!" she exclaimed.

"I can see why Maggie." And then I laughed openly as I pictured one of her Saturday friends wanting to try this out too.

"Does anyone else know about this little pleasure palace you've created here?" I asked.

Maggie looked at me knowingly, very well aware of what I had been thinking.

"Oh yeah, and everyone except for Janice and her sister have tried it out too! I suppose you'd like to give it a try," she added.

"No. I'm fine. And besides, watching you is giving me enough pleasure as it is without actually doing it myself. How does it feel anyway?"

"It feels fucking great. Especially after a nice hard fucking. The jets sort of softly massage my swollen lips, and gently caress them. Even my breasts are getting a nice warm stimulation from the water."

I wasn't too surprised to feel my penis stiffen as I sat there watching Maggie waterbate her self. Even after all the wild sexual frenzy we'd just experienced together, seeing her being pleasured in this way was having a profound affect on me. Which is when she glanced up noticing my rapidly changing condition.

"I see you're enjoying this. Well just so you know, so am I!" There is something incredibly sensual about watching a woman's face as she's experiencing an orgasm. Only in this case, not only did I have the opportunity to enjoy doing that, but also the full panoramic view. Maggie reached down beneath the water, opening her pussy even wider with her fingers than she'd done simply by spreading her legs. Although I couldn't clearly see it of course, I knew that particular little water jet was thumping against her clit in a pulsating water fuck that was stroking not only her clitoris, but in all likelihood was also stimulating her labia too. 

Maggie's expression was one that was now contorted in an almost agonized look of tortured pleasure as she rapidly approached the moment of orgasm. Her breasts continued to bounce back and forth as well as up and down, her nipples even harder perhaps than they had been just a short time ago. Seeing all this, watching her as she sat on the precipice of ecstasy before plunging off into the chasm of climatic freefall, I was half tempted to dive into the tub with her, simply holding her and feel the enjoyment of her pleasure as she succumbed to it.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" Maggie moaned deeply as it became evident that she was in fact climaxing and climaxing hard. I saw her face screw up in total bliss, felt my prick lurch with the lusty excitement of her declaration. I yearned to experience and enjoy this wonderful sensation right along with her.

Maggie rode that invisible cock for a long time until she'd achieved total and complete self-satisfaction. Only then did she open her eyes, looking up towards me.

"Your turn," she said simply and without argument. "I want you to experience what I just did."

I half expected her to get out so we could exchange places, and I'm sure the confused look on my face told her that.

"No, join me, lay on me so I can feel what you're feeling."

"Are you sure?"

Maggie wasn't exactly a large woman like I said, and though I certainly wasn't heavy myself, I couldn't imagine resting my full weight on her in the tub like that.

"Don't worry, I'll scoot up and you can lay down between my legs and use my breasts for pillows."

I liked the imagery of that, quickly slipping into the tub. It was certainly large and accommodating enough to do that, so I eased down into the shallow warm water and positioned myself exactly as she'd asked. The feel of those wonderfully soft breasts against my head and neck was a delightful surprise. But so was the comfort of her legs as she wrapped them about me while still allowing me to open and spread my own legs, positioning my rigid member perfectly beneath the pulsating onslaught of the water jet. 

"Like that?" she asked, peering over my shoulder, watching my cock as it bobbed back and forth, side-to-side in a playful and rapidly stimulating way.

"Nice. Very nice in fact," I managed to say through gritted teeth. Truth be known, it was almost too stimulating, and I worried briefly that I would find myself cumming far too soon before allowing myself to fully enjoy the effects of the water.

"If it gets to be too much, you can move over to one side or the other and lessen the intensity. I often do that myself so I can draw out the feeling without letting the water make me cum before I want to."

I immediately did that, finding I could easily control the sensations through simple movement. Whenever I began to feel the cum in my balls begin to scream out for release, I quieted the sperm noise my balls kept yelling at me, by moving off to one side until the shouts became more of a tolerable buzzing that still yearned for release, but were content to wallow in the continued tongue-tickling that the water jets were bringing me.

"When you're ready, bring your legs together and stretch them out. There's something I want to do for you when you cum."

I'd been sitting here like this for a good ten minutes anyway, and had been so close to cumming so many times now that I was more than ready to do so. Almost immediately after Maggie had told me to do that, I did, and she laughed, hugging me to her, hands stroking my chest and belly. I felt her legs lift from beneath me, and suddenly saw as well as felt both of her feet as they came up to surround and partially grip my turgid member. Holding it like this in an almost vice-like grip, she somehow managed to force my cock forwards until it was angled directly against the water jet, rather than simply beaten against the side. The sensation was one now that felt almost like a blowjob, but in reverse, which is about the only way I could describe it. If I'd somehow had two ends to my dick, it would have felt like someone sucking on one end and someone else forcibly blowing, and blowing hard on the other!

"AH FUCK!" I screamed, the sensation well beyond my normal ability to control and somehow fight or work through. Before I was even aware of it, the voices in my balls that had been pleading for release where now screaming with delight as they rode the molten lava of liquefied fire up the tunnel of my spurting volcano. As I began to fountain out the rich creamy juice, it hit the hard-hitting force of the water spray, immediately curdling into tiny white cum-balls that began clinging to the both of us everywhere. 

Maggie continued to masturbate my prick with her feet, though only slightly moving them up and down doing so. The water still did a great deal of the work, and only when the sensitivity was far too much for me to endure, did I forcibly move to one side, breaking the hold she had on me.

"That was even better than I imagined it would be!" Maggie exclaimed delightfully. "I can hardly wait to tell the girls about this next week. In fact Richard, don't be surprised if one or two of them want to try it with you sometime, or at the very least, ask to watch us do it!"

Maggie couldn't surprise or shock me anymore, especially after this. I could only lie there with exhaustion as I still fought to regain my breath as well as my senses.

"Anytime," I finally managed to say, still too out of breath to utter a single word more to her about it.

"Look at this!" Maggie said squealing with delight.

I turned slightly to glance where she was pointing at herself. A thick gooey, almost rubberized globule of cum had attached itself to her nipple. It gave her erect nubbin the appearance of wearing a hat, which caused us both to laugh at the giddy almost ridiculous situation we had found ourselves in.

"I think its time we called it a day Maggie," I said standing up, lending her a hand so she could do the same. "I never thought I'd ever hear myself say this, but I am totally and completely fucked out!"

"Oh really?" she said raising one eyebrow towards me. "You mean there's nothing I could do to get you interested again?"

I thought about that for a moment, and then decided there wasn't anything she couldn't do. 

"Well at least give me a while if you are set on getting me aroused again, for hells sakes Maggie!"

Maggie kissed me, telling me to go ahead and get dressed, as she really had been kidding. I was immensely relieved that she had been, almost jumping into my clothing before she could change her mind.

"Want to come over later for dinner and a movie?" she asked.

"Sure, but this time, lets go out to dinner. AND out to a movie!" I countered. 

Maggie threw me a sexy little pout, but she also winked at me smiling. "Well, there's always afterwards," she whispered more to herself than to me, even though I still heard it.

We were good enough friends now that I knew whatever remarks I made would be taken in the good-natured way that I said them. With that in mind, I turned once more towards her.

"I think I know how your husband died," I told her.

She looked at me with a questioning expression and waited.

"I think you probably fucked him to death!"

This time she bared her teeth, narrowing her eyebrows. "That's not exactly the way he went!" she said with a serious look on her face.

And for a moment, I had to wonder.

Chapter Three

If you've never experienced nearly seven straight days (and nights) of foreplay, you really should. That's about the only way I can describe the following week, during which Maggie teased me mercilessly without allowing me to even so much as lay a finger on her!

On Sunday the day after I had first met Shirley, I barely saw Maggie at all. I remembered she had mentioned something about dinner plans with Gladys. I'd seen her leaving but had been too late to go outside and wave goodbye to her. That, and I didn't want to appear too anxious either. We'd had an incredible time together, but the last thing I wanted to do was constantly hang around Maggie and give her the impression that I had sexual expectations every time we were together.

I'd been watching the news on TV and was about to turn in. I was anticipating a hectic day at work in the morning when I heard a very soft knock on my kitchen door. Although I was only wearing my shorts, I had a fairly good idea of who it was. The only person I knew that might come calling at this hour of night, and then knock on my kitchen door was Maggie. "Shirley maybe", I thought reconsidering, but then decided it really had to be Maggie.

I quickly walked down the short hallway leading from my front room directly into the kitchen. As I entered, I paused to reach up for the wall switch to turn on the light.

"No...don't!" I heard Maggie say through the screen door. "Leave it off."

As there was a new moon, it was pitch black outside, and the only source of light was that coming from behind me from the flickering TV set.

Leaving the light off, I crossed the floor of the kitchen heading towards the door. I was sure I hadn't latched the screen as I rarely did anyway.

"Come in Maggie," I called out to her, expecting the screen door to make that familiar creaking noise it did whenever I opened it. But to my surprise, Maggie simply stood there without coming in, and even more oddly, without making another sound.

"Maggie?" I called out to her again, crossing the few remaining feet to the door. I reached over and was about to grab the handle in order to open it. My eyes had adjusted sufficiently to just barely see her standing there. But more importantly, to see what it was she was doing too!

I don't know how I knew as she never said anything, and I never asked, but I refrained from opening the door, and she made no motion to do so herself. I stood there looking at her, still trying to better adjust my eyesight in the near total darkness, trying to make some sense out of what was going on. When I finally did, I saw that Maggie was utterly and totally naked! She was more or less leaning against the door, one hand reaching up towards the top of it, placed in such a way that she was beautifully extended and balanced. Her free hand was down between her legs, and though it was almost too dark to see anything, the faint sounds of her breathing told me that her fingers were busily stroking the inside of her pussy. In addition to that, it was also so quiet outside, that I could just hear the sounds of her wetness as her fingers played in that succulent wet slit for me. She made it even more so as the seconds turned into minutes as Maggie stood there finger-fucking that incredibly tight, wet pussy of hers.

"Jerk off for me," she whispered through the door. "Take it out and play with it while I watch you."

It took but a second for me to strip off my red 'Michael Jordan' briefs, stepping out of them. I had turned slightly so as to allow the very faint light from the TV behind me to silhouette my shape as I stood there in the doorway. My cock had already begun to stiffen rapidly the moment that I had become aware of what it was that Maggie was doing on the other side of the screen door.

"Stay just like that!" Maggie directed. "The lighting is perfect, your cock is perfect, and so is this!" She breathed softly, still in that same lusty sounding voice that was in tempo to her breath the way her fingers were in harmony with stroking and caressing her pussy.




The Ya Ya Dildohood



I was soon matching her stroke for stroke on my side of the door. Maggie had lowered her arm, beginning to caress, kneading one of her lovely full pliant breasts. Seeing her doing this just outside my door, standing on the small step of the porch sent shivers of overwhelming excitement coursing through me. It was surrealistic seeing her standing there playing with herself like that, even though it was dark. And though there wasn't anyone who could possibly see what either one of us was doing, it made the whole encounter that much more thrilling and dangerously exciting.

"Cum on me!" Maggie said after what had seemed like hours of watching one another masturbating.

I made as to open the door so that I could step outside, or that Maggie could come in. But she once again surprised me by pushing the door closed with her hand, baring me from doing so.

"No. Through the screen!" 

OK, that WAS a little weird; even I had to admit that. But as weird as it was, it was also one of the best fucking idea's I'd ever heard of too.

Turning back towards her, I had all but stuck my cock against the screen still jerking off as I felt Maggie pressing herself against the screen from her side. Her breasts were pressed firmly against it, and I knew damn well that she'd be leaving small little impressions against her flesh from having done so.

Maggie's soft moans were becoming gradually louder and louder. I had for the first time begun to worry that some neighbor who might be standing outside enjoying a smoke or something might possibly pick up on the rather obvious erotic, lusty moans and groans that I could clearly hear coming from the darkness of my back porch.

"Shoot it for me baby," she urged desperately. I could tell from the sounds of her almost constant moaning that she was on the verge of orgasm herself. I felt my balls tighten up in gleeful expectation, increasing the tempo of my fisting to ensure that the first hard felt spurts would somehow permeate the tiny-screened barrier that separated us.

Maggie's high-pitched squeal of passionate delight pierced the silence of the night, actually setting off one or two dogs who'd begun barking. My orgasm exploded almost immediately after that. I felt rope after tight twisting rope of semen lurching from the head of my prick to splatter thickly against the screen. I had no idea of course if any of it actually got through to land on Maggie, but the following morning before leaving for work, I had quite a mess to clean up.

As for Maggie, she disappeared almost as quickly and as silently as she had come. When I was finally able to open my eyes after my final ball wrenching spasm, I looked up to find that Maggie had silently vanished. 

As I had expected, it was a very long day for me at work, and I didn't arrive home until late, staying longer than usual to finish up and complete several reports. As I pulled into my drive way I noticed that all of the lights in Maggie's house appeared to be off. Her car was still there. Which told me that either she had retired for the night, which was a bit early for her. Or, that she was still up but in her bedroom whose lights I couldn't see unless I purposely went around the opposite side of her house from mine. 

I'd picked up some fast food on my way home from work. And though it somewhat satisfied the hunger urge I'd been having, it certainly didn't compare in any respects to Maggie's incredible cooking. And of course, that once again reminded me of her, and that bizarre little encounter we'd had the previous evening.

I finally made it up stairs to my bedroom, quickly undressed and got ready for bed. As it was now my almost automatic habit to do, I glanced out of my bedroom window. Sure enough, looking down I saw that Maggie had completely pulled her blinds open. Soft candlelight greeted me from dozens of burning candles, but that wasn't nearly as spectacular as the way Maggie was greeting me now. Standing just a few feet away from the window, I saw that she was completely nude. Looking up towards me, she had placed her hands around her eyes as though she were using a pair of binoculars to look through at me. I immediately got the hint.

I raced over to my closet grabbing the pair of binoculars I had used to spy on her with previously. For some reason, it also felt better to stand there in the dark, so I quickly flipped the switch to off, making my way back to the window. Maggie was waiting, and smiling wickedly.

I quickly adjusted the glasses until they were perfectly focused on her. As though waiting for me to do so, I saw her turn around bending over so that she was resting her upper body against the backside of the couch. From behind, she reached around and began to insert one of the biggest fucking dildo's I had ever seen before in my entire life. As I glanced through the glasses at her, I realized it was one of those two-headed fuck-toys, designed for use by two women simultaneously. And of course, I immediately wondered if it ever had been.

The double-dildo was so long and flexible that Maggie had no problem reaching around behind in order to hold it, fucking herself easily. I stood with one hand trying to balance the glasses, the other rapidly stroking my leaking cock, which was oozing more pre-cum than was necessary under the circumstances.

I have no idea how long I stood there watching her fucking herself like this. But it wasn't nearly long enough before I saw that she was shuddering with the thrill of orgasmic release. As excited as I had been, I had purposely slowed my own orgasm, pushing it away so as to draw the expectation of my own pleasure to follow hers. Her unexpected and sudden climax had taken me by surprise, so I immediately increased my strokes in an attempt to catch up with her.

Still looking through the glasses, I saw Maggie stand up and begin to blow out the candles one by one. But not before she had poured the hot wax from each down onto her breasts before blowing it out, walking over to the next, where she repeated the entire process. 

Suddenly I wasn't in any big hurry to cum. Seeing Maggie dripping that hot wax down onto her tits was incredibly sensual. I'd never experienced anything like that before myself, and wondered briefly just what it must have been feeling like as I saw Maggie do it. Obviously she enjoyed it by the rapturous expression on her face. 

She finally reached the last two or three candles when I felt the warmth of my semen running down the sides of my hands. I had felt the orgasm of course, but it had felt almost far away when it happened. So mesmerized by what I was watching, I hadn't even realized I had climaxed until I felt that pleasured purge, and then the stickiness of cum clinging to my fingers.

When the last candle had been blown out, Maggie once again disappeared from view back into total darkness. I stood there in the window expectantly waiting for her to reappear, but like a ghost, she had shimmered away gradually until disappearing all together.

Tuesday at work, I could barely concentrate on what I was doing, wondering just what exactly this evening might bring. Or more to the point, just what little surprise Maggie might have in store for me this night. When I finally did arrive home, I found a note waiting for me just inside my front door.

"Richard, thought you might enjoy a special little treat. Use the key, let yourself in, and enjoy. Maggie."

Once again I had no clue as to what Maggie might be up to. I had already noticed that her car wasn't in the drive, but curiosity got the best of me so I went around back, located the key she'd hidden in the flowerpot letting myself in. Almost immediately I found another note taped to the refrigerator. Maggie had made stuffed peppers with all the trimmings, even setting out the wine to breathe. I saw that she'd actually set her formal dining room table, for one. This time Maggie had gone to great lengths to prepare something special as well as see to it that I dined elegantly and in style. I quickly reheated the peppers, poured myself a glass of Rubaiyat, really bringing out the flavor of the peppers, and enjoyed a nice, but very quiet dinner.

As good as it was, I was still feeling a little weird sitting there all by myself. When I had finished eating, I cleared off the dishes, washing and putting them away. I wasn't about to leave Maggie with my mess to clean up, especially not after going to all the trouble she'd gone to for me. Picking up my plate, there was yet another note waiting for me when I did that.

"Hope you enjoyed the dinner. Good food, good wine can be just as erotic and sensual as sex, if you let it. You didn't need me there to do that, but I hope the longing of my absence was served just as hot and spicy as you make me, Maggie."

I then noticed there was a P.S. for me too.

"Oh...and when you're done with the dishes, insert the tape I left you on the TV. I won't be home tonight, so please, lock up for me after you're done ok?"

Ok, so now I really was a little disappointed. But, she was right about one thing, the dinner was once again fabulous, and I was now becoming excited to find out what tape she'd chosen for me to watch. I knew Maggie had quite a selection, so I was more than a little curious to discover what sort of X-rated movie, as I'd guessed it must be, she'd picked out for me to view.

I finished the dishes, dried and put them away, poured another glass of wine and headed into the front room to turn on the TV set.

The tape was sitting just where she told me it would be, and though it wasn't labeled, I assumed that it was indeed an erotic movie. Inserting the tape, I sat back with my wine and settled in expecting anything and everything. What I got didn't fit precisely between my versions of those particular expectations.

In a second or so, I saw what was Maggie's erotic little group of women. They were all on camera, and obviously knew it! Immediately I reached for the remote turning up the volume. There was Maggie as she inserted this interesting little vibrating egg inside herself on the couch. Shortly after that she began telling everyone about 'our' little evening together! Obviously, THIS was the Saturday just passed where she'd brought up the possibility of my joining their little club. Shirley was sitting off to one side holding onto some sort of miniature remote control. Obviously, she was in charge of whatever sensations Maggie was about to experience with the toy.

Over the next hour and a half, I was treated to Maggie's retelling of our incredible encounter, which was accompanied periodically by various moans and groans from the women sitting around. Occasionally I was also treated to watching and seeing several of them masturbating themselves, or one another as they asked questions about me, or questions relating to the experience itself. It was quickly apparent that everyone of them was VERY enthusiastic about my joining them, though one or two had initial reservations about it until Maggie assured them all that I was more than willing to abide by the 'rules'.

I sat there masturbating, enjoying the video that she had so thoughtfully left for me to watch, and then locked up and returned home. The following morning I called and had a local florist deliver two-dozen roses to Maggie's home.

Every night had been an interesting experience, but during all of that, I had neither really seen nor been allowed to touch her in anyway. We'd had phone sex on Wednesday, describing in very intimate detail what we were doing to ourselves, as well as what we wanted to do to one another. We had both orgasmed of course, but I was finding that I needed that direct contact with her and regardless of the pleasure and stimulation I'd been enjoying, it was starting to drive me nuts having her keeping herself at arms length from me.

I thought that Maggie had finally caved in by Thursday when she actually invited me over, especially as it was already late. When I followed her into the bathroom, I was fairly certain that we were going to have another one of those fabulous little tub-gasims together. Instead, I sat washing her back, which I still enjoyed doing, while we talked intimately yes, and discussed all the various, naughty little things we'd ever done in our lives. Maggie had me strip, once again allowing my hopes to soar upwards, but all she did was wash me. She was also very careful never really touching me even though we sat there sharing our intimate thoughts. And so ended that evenings little adventure doing nothing more than speaking erotically. I returned home to sit in bed and contemplate just how crazy Maggie was causing me to become.

On Friday I received another note. But this one simply said, "Sleep tight, see you in the morning around nine, please come a few minutes early. Bring your hard-on, Maggie".

I was so nervous and excited that night when I went to bed that it reminded me of the way I had felt as a boy on Christmas Eve. I tossed and turned, dreaming one thing after another all night long until I couldn't stand it any more and finally got up. The clock said it was nearing 4:30. Even my coffee wouldn't have started up yet. I padded downstairs to the coffee pot and switched it from timer to on, then sat staring at it as it slowly dripped into the single cup I had placed where the coffee pot normally would have been.

That first cup was extremely strong, but I needed it to help calm my nerves. Suddenly I had reservations about doing this. I began to contemplate the most ridicules and abstract thoughts imaginable. Would I 'perform' to everyone's mutual satisfaction? Would I embarrass myself, and in doing so, embarrass and disappoint Maggie? Would I offend or step out of line by inadvertently saying or doing something I wasn't supposed to do, or worse... offend someone else by not doing something I was expected to have done?

For the next hour I continued to fret and worry over it until I had almost talked myself out of going next door altogether. When the phone rang at a quarter to six, I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Hello?" 

I don't know why, but the last person I expected to be hearing from at this time of the morning was Maggie.

"I see you're already up," she said.

Obviously Maggie had seen the lights on in my house and had decided to call and see how I was doing.

"Couldn't sleep huh?"

"Maggie, listen," I began.

"I forgot to tell you," she said interrupting me, "You might want to bring one or two condoms, just in case. Though most of us can no longer become pregnant, there are still one or two who could. If of course things were to progress to that point with either one of them. Though as I've already told you, some may not even want to physically participate with you at all. Again, the simplest of phrases will save everyone from being uncomfortable, and that is simply saying 'No thank you.' We've all agreed on that, with no explanations forthcoming or required. But like I said, for the comfort and security of someone else that might wish to, I hope you have some you can bring. If not, there IS an all-night drugstore just down the street."

Suddenly I felt a little more relaxed, and far less worried or concerned than I had been.

"Now, you were about to say something?" she asked with a hint of laughter in her tone of voice.

"Ah yeah. What I was going to ask was if I should bring any protection."

"Ah huh," Maggie did laugh then. "By the way, you can come over any time you want to. I'm already up, and unless I miss my guess, I have fresh hot coffee that's already made."

I stared at the second half finished cup of black molasses that was thick enough to allow my spoon to stand up in all by itself and immediately accepted her offer.

"I'll be over just as soon as I've taken my shower," I told her.

"No need Richard. Come now, you can use mine, and we can relax and talk about what may, or may not even happen. I'm sure you're nervous, and might even have a few questions to ask me about the gals who are coming over. If you are, then we can sit down and talk about it long before they even arrive, which is one of the reasons I wanted you to come over early in the first place."

I'm sure relief was clearly heard in my voice as I thanked her profusely, nearly beating the dial tone hanging up, as I ran across the yard and stood knocking on her back door. Maggie ushered me in, looking as incredibly sexy and refreshed as I'd ever seen her. A nice tall hot cup of freshly brewed coffee was already poured and waiting for me, along with a selection of rolls and pastries that defied description.

To put it mildly, Maggie was simply a real treasure. Even as I stood in the hot shower, Maggie sat outside the enclosure on the toilet talking to me. She gave me as much detail about the women as she thought appropriate, and even coached me a little as to which women liked certain things, or at least confessed fantasies about them. But she also told me what sort of things to stay away from too, especially with regards to Joanne, Janice's sister. 

Of the six of them, Joanne, Janice and April were all married. Shirley I remembered was divorced, and Gladys and Maggie had lost their husbands. But as Maggie explained further, April was considering certain possibilities so long as her husband never found out, and Janice had spoken with Maggie confidentially about the same thing, provided her sister never knew about anything, which tended to complicate things just a little bit. Though Maggie said that there had been a number of times when Joanne had been unable to come to one of their Saturday morning get-togethers.

Joanne was the only woman that Maggie was fairly certain would have nothing to do with me beyond watching, and allowing herself to be watched. She had also been the last one of the group to finally consent to my even being there, and that only after a great deal of pressure from everyone else to allow it. It had to have been unanimous, as Maggie told me, or I wouldn't be here now. I had just started to become relaxed and far less nervous, when after hearing all this, I found myself once again wondering what I was getting myself into. Maggie stroked my ego however by telling me how excited everyone had been to have me as apart of their little gathering. And, she bolstered that by also informing me she'd received several phone calls from everyone, including Joanne, if I was in fact still going to be there.

I finally stepped out of the shower feeling a hell of a lot better. Maggie handed me a brand new terry-clothe bathrobe that she had purchased just for this occasion, which I gratefully accepted from her. "No need for you to worry about wearing anything else but this," she'd told me. "Besides which, it won't be on that long anyway!"

Though Maggie was wearing a very sexy looking black lace tank top, with light gray shorts, she informed me that she too had to "get ready", and unlike me, ushered me out of the bathroom so she could finish doing so.

A short time later Maggie rejoined me in the kitchen and I saw that she too had changed simply into a baby blue, short terry-clothe robe. It was nearing nine at this point, as I heard the first car pulling into the drive. Not too surprisingly I saw that it was Shirley, immediately meeting her at the door as Maggie had asked me to do when we saw her pull in.

Shirley gave me a big hug and a kiss of course, excusing herself, heading towards the back bedroom to undress. She rejoined us a short while later, also wearing nothing but a bathrobe just as Maggie and I were.

"I take it this is all any of us will be wearing?"

Shirley laughed. "Well no, not exactly. Sometimes some of us DO enjoy wearing sexy frilly things, nighties, and sexy lingerie, or like Maggie and I prefer, nothing but our birthday suits. So really, it all depends on whatever mood strikes us. But I wouldn't be too surprised if I were you, to see the women showing up in some of their sexiest and finest apparel."