The Ya Ya Dildohood

"Morning sleepyhead, the two of you up yet?" she asked.

"Just getting," I yawned.

Maggie laughed. "Well throw something on, I have fresh baked bread, and hot steaming coffee waiting for you two."

Maggie never ceased to amaze me. Fresh bread. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was barely past seven. "We'll be over shortly," I told her, seeing Rhonda only then rolling over wrapping her mouth around my flaccid penis. "Actually, make that about a half hour," I amended.

Once again Maggie laughed. "Tell Rhonda she'll have to hurry with you then, or the bread will be too cold to fully enjoy by the time she finishes sucking you off."

"How'd you know?" I began to ask. But Maggie had already hung up.

#

Rhonda had left by noon, a long drive ahead of her. Maggie had sensed that I had no desire to be left alone, having already made the decision ahead of time that I wouldn't be.

"We're going over to Shirley's for dinner," she announced later that afternoon. "And its going to be a rather late night," she hinted. "You might want to consider taking a shower, then a nap. I'll call you around six."

Maggie all but shoved me out her door at that point, reminding me about the late night, adding that I should also plan on popping another one of those amazing blue pills before coming over. To be honest, I was pretty fucked out, not sure if even the pill would do much to put me in the mood, let alone raise the dead. I was out like a light shortly after taking my shower, Maggie's wake-up call promptly at six just as she said it would be.

"Take the pill Richard, and come over as soon as you're dressed."

Maggie never let me wiggle out of anything. Already the dial tone informing me she'd hung up.

The relatively short drive over to Shirley's was done in silence. Moody, I wasn't really in the spirit of doing anything sexual, besides still being fairly worn out enough as it was. Pulling into the long driveway, I noticed several cars parked out front.

"What's going on?" I asked breaking the silence we'd shared on the way over. I'd assumed we were having a simple intimate dinner with just Shirley and ourselves. Maggie pulled her car in behind the others, shutting off the ignition, only then turning in her seat facing me.

"This is Shirley's semi-annual 'Buff-ay' as she calls it." The way Maggie had pronounced the word buffet, I knew there was a lot more behind this than she'd let on. Her smile momentarily faded having said that as she continued to sit there looking at me.

"What?" I asked looking back.

"Before we go inside, you and I are going to have a little chat," Maggie said seriously. "Or rather I'm going to talk, and you're going to quietly listen," she informed me sternly.

Maggie wasn't serious all that often. But hearing the particular tone in her voice I was hearing now, told me to keep my mouth closed and listen to her just as she'd asked without interruption. Maggie acknowledged my understanding with a nod of her head.

"For starters, you will see Rhonda more often than not. So don't be so melancholy about it Richard, it doesn't suit you. Secondly, this particular dinner party that Shirley's invited 'you' too," she said emphasizing the word, "Is something that everyone looks forward too twice a year, especially those of us who've attended them before. So I don't want your bad mood to ruin it. Not for her, not for me. But especially not for the rest of her guests either. Now. You can either remain outside here in the car until such time as you can smile, and mean it. Or, you can come inside with me, enjoy yourself, and have a good time."

If Maggie had been using the phone, she'd have hung up by now. As it was, she'd opened her door already stepping out before I'd had even half a chance of answering her. I opened my door, smiling, and genuinely meaning it.

"That's better," Maggie said taking my arm. "Now relax Richard. We're going to have a fun evening, and I can assure you, you'll have a much better time than you can even begin to imagine," she promised me.

Julia met us at the door. This time she was dressed, or at least partially so anyway. She was wearing a maid's uniform of sorts. Her skirt was short, black complete with black nylons, and she was wearing a tiny white maids cap on her head. Her top however was anything but standard, her breasts completely exposed, supported by a black corset that lifted each breast, even though she didn't need the obvious support.

"Good evening Julia," Maggie said in greeting, also unlike any maid I'd ever heard of, leaning forward to kiss her as we entered into the foyer. Likewise, I did the same giving Julia an affectionate kiss before entering further.

"Most everyone is here already," Julia told us. "You may use the 'undressing-room' just around the corner," she added.

I glanced towards Maggie who was already leading me off in that direction. "Shirley had this enormous coat-closet built just for these occasions," she informed me. "If I had the room to do it, I'd have one in my home."

We soon entered a door a short distance away. I noticed as we did that it appeared to be the biggest walk-in closet I'd ever seen before with several comfortable looking bench seats situated in the middle of the room. Almost immediately, Maggie began removing her clothes, carefully hanging things up as she did. I wasn't about to dawdle or be left behind, so I quickly removed my clothing too. Maggie gave me one quick look, smiling with approval, a minor reminder to remain in a better mood than I had been.

"This way," Maggie said exiting through a different door than the one we'd come in through. Obviously, she'd done this before.

The moment the door opened, I could hear voices, some minor laughter, soft music playing in the background. Maggie led me down another short hallway until we reached two massive wooden doors that went from floor to ceiling.

"Ready?" she asked turning towards me one final time. I merely nodded my head. I had no idea what to expect, or what to be 'ready' for as she'd asked me. But whatever it was, I was bound and determined not to disappoint either Maggie or Shirley. Maggie opened the door, and I quickly followed behind.

"Maggie! Richard!" Shirley exclaimed walking towards us. "I'm so glad you're here!"

Like us, Shirley was of course naked too, along with everyone else who I quick-counted to be a dozen people or so.

"We're just waiting for Sandra and Ned. They should be here any time now. As soon as they arrive, we'll head into the dinning room for the 'buff-ay'," she said pronouncing the word the exact same way Maggie had earlier. "In the meantime, please...fix yourselves a drink." Shirley had by the sweep of her arm, indicated the elaborate, fully stocked bar that filled one entire wall of the sitting room where everyone had gathered. Most were standing, though a few of the women where sitting busily chatting with one another. It was evident by their conversations that most hadn't seen one another in quite some time. I also noticed that one couple spoke a very broken English with a distinctly French accent. Obviously they had traveled a long way just to be here. I also noticed that Paolo was there too, having spotted Maggie and I coming in, had just then arrived to greet us both himself. He quickly shook my hand in delighted greeting, then embraced Maggie with a not so gentle kiss, placing both of his enormous paws over her breasts squeezing them each hello.

I quickly made my way over to the bar after that, Maggie asking me to fix her a drink and then come over to join her where she now stood chatting with the French couple I'd heard speaking moments ago.

"Richard? I'd like to introduce you to Jacque, and Claudia," she informed me. "They live just outside of Paris. I met them years ago while vacationing there with Shirley. They've been coming to these little parties twice a year now ever since."

Though tall, he was also very thin. More wiry, strong than skinny or weak looking. I couldn't help but notice as he approached accepting my hand, that his penis was about the smallest I'd ever seen, obviously flaccid at the moment. But even in the extreme cold I didn't look quite that small. Jacque laughed, following my gaze.

"You know what zay say about the French no? What we lack een zize, we make up for een other ways!" Only then did Jacque show me what he meant by that by easily sticking his tongue out, licking the tip of his nose with plenty of room to spare having done so.

Maggie laughed. "I don't mind telling you Jacque, even with that talented tongue of yours, Richard here could teach you a few things!" she said winking at me.

I felt a hell of a lot better all of a sudden. Even more so when Claudia, Jacque's wife approached me, immediately reaching out clasping my penis in her hand. "How do you do?" she spoke in near perfect English with only a hint of her native tongue pronouncing the words as she did.

A good head and shoulders shorter than even I was, Claudia was a little pixie of sorts with short, closely cropped bright red hair. And though I wouldn't call her exactly flat chested, her small breasts were hardly more than well-rounded mounds, though each was capped with enormously large areolas, rosy-pink with long thin nipples. We shook hands briefly before Claudia dropped down onto her knees before me, looking up. "May I?" she asked.

Stunned, I sought Maggie wondering what to make of this. "You might as well get used to it Richard, there will be a lot more of that going on before the nights through. And this is how Claudia greets everyone anyway. So, you might as well let her or she'll start pouting until you eventually give in."

I glanced down towards her and smiled. Claudia immediately drew my semi-flaccid prick into her mouth and began tonguing it in ways I hadn't quite felt before.

"Good isn't she?" Maggie queried me. "And she licks a pretty nice pussy too!"

I was just starting to enjoy the blowjob I was receiving from her when the sound of Shirley's voice announcing that Sandra and Ned had finally arrived drew everyone's attention towards the door. Sadly, even Claudia stood at that point, releasing my now very aroused, very hard prick.

Ned was the biggest man I had ever seen. And by big, I didn't mean fat or overweight. This guy had muscles on top of muscles. And being naked, I could clearly see each and every one of them!

"Wait until you see his specialty later," Maggie quickly whispered to me as Shirley led them over to introduce them.

"Specialty?" I wanted to ask her, thinking it instead. "What specialty?"

Sandra was equally attractive, but of course in a much more appealing way. She had long light brown hair that fell well over each breast. Both of which were large, certainly bigger even than Maggie's, hiding beneath the fullness of her hair as though playing 'peek-a-boob' with me. Even more striking than her magnificent breasts however were her near-emerald green eyes that were bright, vivacious, and accentuated the widest smile on a woman I'd ever seen before. I also couldn't help but notice she'd shaved her pussy, sporting a tiny tattoo off to one side that appeared to be some sort of winged fairy.

"Richard? These are two of my dearest friends, Ned and Sandra. They live on the East coast, and come out here twice each year just for these parties," she stated introducing them. Like Claudia, Sandra immediately reached for my prick, holding it even as we shook hands. Maggie had been right. It seemed this was the formal, or rather informal way everyone tended to greet everyone else. Taking a bit of a gamble, I reached out cupping one of Sandra's enormous breasts. She immediately smiled, turning to face Shirley.

"I see you've already warned him," she teased. "I like a man who knows what he likes," she then added looking back at me.

Still quite firm, Sandra continued squeezing my prick until she'd milked out a droplet of pre-cum, which she swiped away with her finger, sticking it inside her mouth.

"I'll be back for more of this a bit later," she announced to everyone.

"Well, since everyone's here now, I guess we can all go into the dining room!" Shirley stated, beginning to usher everyone out through the door adjoining the formal dining area.

The first thing I noticed was the array of delicacies all laid out on an enormous buffet table. Everything from Beluga Caviar, to Escargot, and some things I didn't even know the names for. Not exactly the type of buffet I was used to. The second thing I noticed however was the six male, and six female servants, including Julia all of which were dressed similarly to the way she was. Though the six males wore nothing more than black satin briefs with holes strategically placed so that their pricks were exposed.

Maggie had taken a hold of my elbow; guiding me towards the line where we'd begin dishing up whatever items we wanted to try. "One of the rules..." she began whispering. "Is that the waiters can't serve you anything to drink unless they're sporting an erection," she told me.

I noticed than none of them currently had one either. "Guess I won't be drinking much," I whispered back, causing Maggie to laugh out loud.

"Don't worry. Though Paolo and Jacque could care, most of the women ensure they become erect prior to pouring," she assured me. And with Shirley on one side, and Sandra on the other, I'm sure one of them will be more than happy to see to your waiters requirements."

"What about the women?" I asked. "What requirements do they have?"

Once again Maggie laughed. "I would think it was obvious, but I'll let you figure that one out," she said teasingly.

Although the dinner was interesting, the waiters and waitresses made it even more so. I was fortunate enough that Julia saw to whatever needs I had. Frequently clearing away my dishes giving me affectionate little strokes, and lingering long enough for me to fondle or suck on her tits every time she leaned over. Shirley of course kept our waiter entertained, stroking his prick until it was hard as a rock, where he then poured us fresh glasses of wine.

After nearly two hours of slow easy dining, Shirley invited everyone to follow her downstairs to the 'recreation room' as she called it. I briefly caught Maggie's eyes as she'd been sitting at the far end of the table all through dinner. She blew me a kiss, mouthing the words "Have fun," taking Paolo's arm as he escorted her out the door behind Shirley. The recreation room was certainly that. It was immense for one thing, the largest room I'd ever seen in any home. Filled with all kinds of comfortable looking furniture, it also had all kinds of other contraptions that initially didn't make a lot of sense to me. One of which was a swing of sorts with several harnesses that hung suspended from the ceiling. Along one wall there appeared to be several alcoves, each one capable of holding three or four people, each having a soft mattress inside, with differing colored lights for each of the cubby-holes as I called them. In addition, there must have been a hundred or more burning candles, the only other source of lighting inside the entire room giving it both a warm, as well as sensual glow.

Having never attended one of these parties before, I wasn't at all sure what was expected, or what I should be doing, if anything. Everyone else seemed to suddenly start pairing off, either in groups or in threesomes. But nowhere did I see anyone doing anything in simple pairs. Slightly nervous, I was glad to finally see Shirley heading in my direction. I noticed that Sandra was with her.

"Come on Richard, Sandra wants to try the swing, so you can help us get her situated."

As big as the room was, I didn't see Maggie anywhere. "Where's Maggie?" I asked.

Shirley pointed over to one of the alcoves. "I think she Paolo, Jacque and Claudia are inside one of those," she indicated. "By the way Richard, I have a little surprise planned for Maggie a bit later. I'll fill you in on the details after a while."

I was about to ask her what it was when I saw Ned suddenly pick up one of the other women who I'd seen earlier, spinning her around with ease because of his enormous strength. And suddenly I understood what his specialty was.

Performing a standing '69' with her, Ned was happily munching her pussy while she in turn was positioned perfectly, suspended as she was, to hungrily suck his prick. Even Shirley had to stop and watch Ned momentarily, as had Sandra.

"He does that so well!" Sandra commented.

"I know," Shirley sighed, obviously remembering a past experience. "He promised to come and find me later," Shirley sighed once again.

Returning to the swing, I began helping Shirley secure the harness and straps around Sandra until she was free-swinging in the air. "Would you like the blindfold too?" Shirley asked.

"Oh yes! It makes the experience all the more enjoyable!" Sandra told us. It was about that time I noticed all the waiters and waitresses, including Julia had entered the room with us. Shirley motioned two of them over to where we were standing.

"Richard, why don't you start things off here?" she told me. Shirley then directed each of the other men who had joined us to begin caressing Sandra in whatever ways they liked, each immediately fondling and caressing her breasts. The swing was at the perfect height of course. Shirley took several moments coaxing my semi-erection to full hardness, working out the nervousness until I was capable of performing.

When she'd gotten me considerably aroused, she told me to join her in the 'pit' when I was through having fun here.

"The pit?" I asked.

"Yeah, down at the far end of the room. You'll hear and see several people standing around, come join me when you're ready."

Shirley headed off in that direction, along with several others who were already making their way there too. Turning back around to face Sandra, she was enjoying the ministrations of the two guys who were now sucking each one of her tits.

"Don't cum in me," she admonished. "When you're ready to shoot, pull out and spray it on me. I like the feel of that warm cum landing on my body," she told me along with the other two guys who were still working her breasts.

Sandra's openly displayed pussy truly was inviting, so I decided to introduce my very erect cock to it, sliding just the tip of my head inside her split until she wiggled anxiously, urging me to fully insert myself.

"Come on Richard, don't tease me! Fuck me, and fuck me hard!"

Even I had to admit, sliding my dick in and out of Sandra's wet cunt while she hung suspended before me was one hell of an exciting experience! Thrashing about wildly, the swing allowing her the sensation of almost floating while I did, was driving her nearly as crazy as it was driving me. Remembering her admonition not to cum inside her, when I felt the delicious sensation warning me I was about to let loose, I pulled out, spraying several strong squirts which landed upon one of her breasts, others more directed against her pussy and legs as she called out informing me where she wanted to feel it. When I had fully spent myself, I stepped away, one of the waiters immediately taking my place.

"Thanks Sandra! I really enjoyed that."

"Hmm, me too baby, me too."

I headed off in the direction I'd seen Shirley go earlier, already spotting a group of people who seemed to be standing around looking down. "That must be the pit she was telling me about," I mused to myself.

Shirley wasn't kidding about the pit. Initially, I had thought it to be a spa of some sort. But as I soon got a better look, I discovered it's primary purpose. Sunken into the floor about three feet, it was perfectly square, some fifteen by fifteen feet in width. Shirley, Julia, one of the waiters and waitresses I'd seen earlier, along with Ned who'd obviously come over to join them were down inside. Several people merely stood around watching, as I now found myself doing. But what was interesting was that the pit had about two or three inches of some sort of oil in it. Everyone was covered from head to toe in the slippery stuff, slithering over and amongst one another with ease. In some respects, it actually reminded me of a snake pit, seeing all the writhing, undulating flesh squirming about below me. Moments later Shirley spotted me as I stood there watching.