Evening at the Castle - Part 3 By Daibhidh Chapter 7: Afternoon Delight I awoke slowly the next morning. I'd slept the sleep of the dead. It took me a moment to realize where I was, then it all slowly came flowing back to me. I was in my London hotel room. After the hot, steamy session with Richard at his apartment the previous evening, he had tried to convince me to spend the night with him but, as Ellen had told me she would call me first thing this morning, I had insisted on returning to my hotel. As I lay there, staring at the ceiling and waiting for my mind to start working again, I thought back over the past eighteen hours. First the confrontation with Mr. Smyth, my phone conversations with Ellen and Marianne, my experiences and initiation at The Castle Club, the Fax from the home office, and finally my late evening romp with Richard at his apartment. Good old 'Fat Head' Dick, I thought with a giggle. God, I was still stiff, and more than a little sore, from the events of the previous evening. Dragging myself out of bed, I called room service, ordered breakfast, then stepped into the shower. Twenty minutes later, after toweling myself dry and slipping a clinging silk dressing gown over my naked body, a soft knock sounded on the door and a lilting voice announced "Room Service." A quick check through the security peephole revealed a lovely red haired, green eyed Irish looking lass dressed in the hotel's uniform waiting in the corridor with a serving cart bearing several silver covered dishes. A light sprinkle of freckles danced across the bridge of her nose, adorning her otherwise flawless complexion. Unlocking the door and releasing the security chain, I swung the door open allowing the young lady to enter, pushing the cart before her. She quickly and efficiently laid out my breakfast on the coffee table, then asked with a winsome smile, "Will there be anything more, madam?" "Perhaps," I smiled. "Do you have time to talk for a few moments?" I was completely entranced by her beauty and apparent wide eyed innocence. "Well, I'm not really allowed to visit with the guests, but it's a slow morning so I guess I wouldn't be missed for a few moments," she replied, seating herself self-consciously on the edge of a plush club chair. I poured her a cup of tea and, as I reached out to hand it to her, she glanced at my hand and a look of recognition slowly spread across her face. With a small, self-conscious smile, she reached to her throat and, grasping a thin gold chain, pulled a small garnet ring out of her bodice. It was a perfect match of the Castle Club ring I wore on my right hand! Blushing slightly, she asked, "You're Alex, aren't you? I thought you looked very familiar but I didn't recognize you at first. However, when I noticed your ring it dawned on me, I'd seen you at the club last night. Maybe it's because I didn't spend all that much time looking at your face!" she grinned. "My name is Bridgett, by the way." She leaned forward and hugged me warmly, saying "Welcome to England, Alex." I returned her embrace, replying, "I thought I had met all the members who were present last night but I don't remember seeing you. I'm sure that if we'd been introduced, I would remember someone as beautiful as you." "Well," she blushed, "Let's just say I was sort of ... ummm ... tied up after the initiation ceremony. They always seem to affect my companion that way ... not that I protested all that strenuously, of course." "How long have you been a member," I asked. "About three years now, I guess. I must say, you handled your initiation much better than I did, I was both terrified and horrified at the time," Bridgett replied. "I wasn't exactly a virgin, but I'm afraid I was still extremely shy and not very worldly at that point. I had never even thought of making love with another woman, or even of having multiple partners." We chatted for a few more moments about her experiences at the club, then were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. "I must get back to work now," Bridgett said, jumping to her feet. "If you like, I could call you when I get off and we can chat some more." "Of course," I replied with a smile. "I'd really like to learn more about you and your experiences. Give me a call later and we'll have dinner together." As I stood, she again hugged me tightly; kissing me warmly, her tongue slipping between my lips and caressing mine. The scent of her perfume, the touch of her body pressed tightly against mine, and the feel of her hand sliding down my back coming to rest lightly on my ass, combined to send a shiver of anticipation rippling through my body. As I answered the insistent phone, Bridgett eased herself out the door, smiling and waving with her fingers, mouthing the words 'Ta-Ta'. "What took you so damn long to answer," Ellen demanded. "Sure hope I didn't interrupt anything," she chuckled. "I'll bet Richard spent the night!" "No. He brought me back to my hotel, but it was well after 3 AM before I got to sleep," I admitted. "And why didn't you tell me about Richard?" "Were you at the Castle all that time," Ellen asked incredulously, pointedly ignoring my question about Richard. I explained how Richard had dropped me at the hotel a little after midnight but that I had received a fax from the home office which impacted his job so I had called him to meet with me to discuss it over drinks. "It must have been some fax if it took three hours to discuss," she chided me. "Well, we were only in the lounge about thirty minutes, but then he took me by his apartment to show me some of his things," I replied cattily. "Yeah sure, I'll just bet he showed you some of his 'things' ... like that fancy canopy bed of his," she chuckled. "But tell me, did you enjoy your evening at the Castle? Tell me all the juicy details!" "It was a truly unique experience and I'm indebted to you for your help in setting it up, but time enough for that later," I said. "Right now, we need to talk about more serious matters." "Good Lord Alex, what could be more serious than you being inducted into the most exclusive sex club in southern England," she asked with a laugh. Ignoring her question I asked, "How much do you like your present job, Ellen?" There was a long silence on the line before Ellen said, "What do you mean, how much do I like my job? It's a job and it pays the bills, what else can I say?" "Well, you're currently a junior purchasing agent ... what would you think of a position in senior management?" After an even longer silence, Ellen asked, "What the hell are you getting at Alex?" I explained the fax I had received the previous evening regarding my firm's reorganization, my promotion to CEO of my own division and my mandate to start hiring my staff. "Ellen, what I'm asking you is, would you be interested in heading up my Human Resources Department?" This time there was no delay whatsoever. "Damn right, Alex! How soon do you need me?" "As soon as you can tie up any loose ends in Chicago and strap your cute little butt to an eastbound 747," I chuckled. "But seriously, I'd like you onboard within two weeks, if that's at all possible." "Let's see, it's now Tuesday ... I'll be in London by Friday night at the very latest. Talk to you later ... got a million things to do ... thanks for thinking of me ... God, I can't believe this" I heard a loud squeal of excitement just before she slammed the phone down. Well, I thought, I guess I can take that as a conditional 'Yes' ... and she'd never even mentioned salary. I poured myself another cup of tea, then called Richard at the office. When he came on the line he sounded as though he was still half asleep. "What's the matter," I chuckled. "Have a rough night?" I heard him get up and close his office door. When he returned, he said, "I believe the medical term for my condition is 'Pussy Whipped'!" I laughed, then said, "Remember last night I told you not to worry about Ellen, that I'd make her an offer she couldn't refuse?" "Yeah, I vaguely remember something like that, but it's all rather hazy," he replied. "Well, as of ten minutes ago, Ellen is our new head of Human Resources. She'll be arriving by the end of the week!" "Damn, you're good," Richard exclaimed with a laugh. "I know," I grinned. "By the way, I met Bridgett, from the Castle Club, this morning. Do you know her?" "Oh yes," he replied. "A lovely girl. I remember when she first joined us. She was very reserved at first but she quickly developed a taste for our unique lifestyle. She also discovered her kinky side ... but in a very nice way!" "I'm supposed to meet her later today, what do you mean by 'kinky'?" Richard chuckled, then said, "I'll let you discover that for yourself, but by all means, meet with her. Don't worry about the 'kinks', I'm sure you will be in for a most entertaining experience." I tried to press him for more specifics about Bridgett, but all he would say was that I should approach our upcoming meeting with an open mind. Before hanging up he asked, "How about joining me for a drink this evening? I'll pick you up about eight- thirty." "Sounds lovely," I replied. "See you then." After Richard hung up, I wondered just what he had been hinting at concerning Bridgett's 'kinks'. Finally, after mulling it over for awhile, I decided to do what any red blooded young American lady visiting London would do; I went shopping, returning to my hotel about 11 loaded down with bags and parcels containing my purchases. I had found a little boutique that carried deliciously sexy clothing in my size. I'm afraid I got a little carried away, selecting four rather revealing dresses and several sets of alluring panties and bras. After depositing my newly acquired finery in the bedroom wardrobe, I poured myself a glass of sherry, retired to the balcony and placed a call to the home office in Chicago. First I spoke to the personnel manager, who didn't seem to have the foggiest idea about any proposed change in my status. Looking at the fax again, I noticed that it had been sent by the company president personally so I asked to be transferred his office. When his executive secretary answered, I explained the reason for my call and asked if he was available to speak to me. "Yes, of course Ms. Goodman, I believe he is expecting to hear from you today." She then lowered her voice and said, almost in a whisper, "By the way, congratulations on your new position... You are accepting it, aren't you?" "Well Shirley, I guess that's what I need to speak with him about, since no one else seems to know anything about it," I replied lightly. With that, I heard my call being transferred once again. When he picked up, I heard the company president say, "Good afternoon, Alexandria. I suppose you want to discuss the fax I sent you yesterday. Have you had time to make up your mind about my offer?" My god, I thought, I'm actually talking to the man himself! I'd only met him two or three times at company functions. I guess I must have made a good impression because we now appeared to be on a first name basis, at least on his part. "Yes sir, I have ... at least tentatively," I responded. "Of course I would like to know more of the particulars before I actually commit to it. This is so sudden! I had no idea anything like this was even being considered." "Let me fill you in on how it came about, Alexandria," he said. "I proposed this change at the board meeting on Monday, and after I explained the obvious benefits in terms of cost and efficiency, it was approved with very little discussion. Your name came up as the most logical candidate to head up the new firm, supposedly because of your track record of loyalty, dedication and persistence. Actually, I think it had more to do with the fact that you're a hard-nosed bitch who knows how to get the job done right the first time. Excuse my bluntness but in my opinion, if this is going to work, you're the person to do it ... and that's exactly what I told them!" "Now, as for your new salary, that hasn't been finalized yet but I can assure you, it will be at least three times what you are currently making. In addition, you will have the usual profit-incentive and benefit package, plus a start-up budget of eight million for facility acquisition and staff procurement. I would expect you to be established, fully staffed, up and running in three months. I'd also expect your proposed operating budget at that time. Any other questions?" "No sir," I said, slightly overwhelmed by his ability to convey so much information, seemingly without taking a breath. "You have my verbal acceptance now and I'll fax you written confirmation first thing tomorrow, if that's acceptable." I heard him chuckle to himself before he said, "That will be fine, Alex, and welcome aboard. You won't regret this. Get the ball rolling over there, then take whatever time you need to come back and settle up your affairs here. We'll sit down and go over the finer details then ... And knock off the 'sir' shit, you've earned the right to call me Bill." "Thank you, Bill. Now that I've gotten my marching orders, I guess I'd better get cracking." Again, I heard him chuckling as he said, "That sounds like a plan to me. I'll talk to you later. I think you're going to work out just fine, as though I ever had any doubts." With that he hung up, leaving me staring at the phone with a goofy grin on my face. When the dial tone sounded in my ear, I also hung up and poured myself another drink. My mind returned to Richard's cryptic remarks about Bridgett. Perhaps I would solve that mystery this afternoon. If she didn't initiate anything, I just might try to see how receptive she might be to my advances. She was, I'd decided, an enticing girl. It was a warm, sunny day and, after a few sips of wine, I dozed off. After what seemed to be only a few moments, but was actually more like a few hours, the ringing phone jarred me back to reality. It was Bridgett, her soft lilting voice informing me that she was now off duty and asking me if I would like some company. "Of course, that would be nice, Bridgett. Come on up and join me for a drink," I responded. About ten minutes later I heard a soft knock on the door. A quick look through the peephole revealed the stunningly beautiful Bridgett, dressed in a simple but very revealing summer dress and carrying a large straw handbag. Unlocking and opening the door, I ushered her in, suggesting we retire to the balcony. I noticed that her garnet ring was now on her right hand rather than hanging on its little gold chain between her firm young breasts. I poured us both a glass of chilled wine and we settled ourselves onto the balcony's upholstered lounge sofas. After a few moments of idle chatting, Bridgett asked me who had sponsored my membership to the Castle. I told her about my friendship with Ellen, and her relationship with Richard. "Oh yes, I know Dickey," she grinned, "But how did you meet him?" Did Ellen tell you to look him up?" "No, we both work for the same firm ... but yesterday I came very close to terminating his employment," I told her. "My God, you aren't still planning to fire him are you? That would be devastating for him. He's such a nice man. Of course, he certainly doesn't need the money, but it would be a terrible blow to his ego!" she exclaimed. "No, of course not. He's not being fired but right now he's a square peg in a round hole. He hasn't a clue about managing people but he appears to be a wizard at managing money. Lord knows he's had enough practice at it," I chuckled. "I'm moving him into the corporate financial area as the Comptroller of my new firm here in England. "What a relief," Bridgett sighed. "I'd hate to see him embarrassed by losing his job for incompetence. That would just crush him!" "Not to worry," I assured her. "His future with the company is secure, especially after last night when I found just how highly competent he is," I laughed. "That has also been my experience with Dickey," Bridgett giggled. She was now lounging back on the sofa, one foot up on the cushion and the other on the floor, her dress slipping high up on her thigh. "Would you like a refill," I asked, rising to my feet after noticing that her wine glass was nearly empty. Bridgett also unfolded herself from her seat on the sofa and stood before me. "I have a much better idea," she replied with a playful laugh. Placing her arms around me, one hand behind my shoulders and the other in the small of my back, she pulled me tightly against her, her warm lips eagerly seeking mine. As her hot demanding tongue insinuated itself deeply into my mouth I felt my pussy begin to tingle and moisten. Breaking the kiss, she placed her hands on my shoulders and held me at arms length, her now hooded green eyes appraising my petite figure. "I think the balcony is far too public for what I have in mind Alex, let's retire to your bedroom," she said in a suddenly husky voice. Brooking no rebuttal, not that I offered any, she grasped my hand firmly and, picking up her handbag, led me through the suite toward the bedroom. As we entered, Bridgett placed her handbag on the floor next to the bed. Then, stepping behind me, she placed her arms around my body, her palms momentarily resting lightly on my stomach, then slowly sliding upward until they gently cupped my breasts. I felt her warm lips kiss on the side of my neck, her teeth nibbling gently on my suddenly hyper sensitive skin. I was not wearing a bra, and as she moved her palms lightly in a slow circular motion over my breasts, softly caressing my quickly hardening nipples, I felt my whole body responding to her touch. Bridgett's hands reluctantly left my tingling nipples, her fingers undoing the sash of my robe and allowing its front to fall open. She then pulled the sides of my loosened robe apart, displaying the entire front of my naked body. At the same time, she turned our bodies slightly so that I could see both of our reflections in the full length mirror attached to the sliding closet doors. Even though I was several years older than Bridgett, I couldn't help but notice that I looked like a small dark woman- child in the embrace of a beautiful red haired, green-eyed pixie. With her emerald eyes locked onto mine in the mirror, she slipped my robe off my shoulders, allowing the garment to drop to the floor and pool around my ankles. I watched as her arms again circled my body, her hands resting on my slightly rounded stomach as she again lightly nibbled my neck. Then, her eyes still locked on mine in the mirror, she slid one dainty hand down and cupped my pussy mound, rubbing gently as her fingers eased themselves between my thighs, lightly massaging my nether lips. "Ooh, you must be thinking naughty thoughts," she exclaimed, feeling the moisture leaking from my now awakening pussy. "You're enough to give the Pope naughty thoughts," I replied with a throaty chuckle. Staring at my face in the mirror, she let her hands roam freely over my shapely, petite body as if exploring a newly found treasure. I could feel her hot breath in my ear as she whispered, "Alex, you're even more beautiful than I remembered from last night." Without a word, I turned to face her and started to unbutton her dress but she stopped me with a hot, insistent kiss, our tongues dueling, exploring with sudden urgency. She gently guided me backward until I felt the edge of the mattress pressing against the backs of my knees. I sat down on the bed and lay back, my feet still resting on the floor, my thighs slightly spread. Bridgett stood before me, looking down at me hungrily while slowly unbuttoning the front of her dress. Her eyes were again locked to mine, a mischievous smile on her lips. As she unfastened the last button, she shrugged her shoulders slightly and the garment slipped down her body. It was the only garment she was wearing. She now stood before me completely nude! Her alabaster skin, typical of a natural redhead, shone in the dimly lit bedroom. Her breasts were rather small, somewhere between a B and C cup, but exquisitely shaped, standing out proudly from her chest and topped with reddish-brown raspberry- sized nipples which were now distended with excitement. I noticed a thin sprinkle of freckles on her upper chest which matched those I'd noticed earlier on her face. Her bush was a soft, neatly trimmed patch of light auburn fur, only slightly darker than her hair. She was truly a beautiful, exciting, exotic looking woman. I held out my arms in silent invitation, signaling her to join me on the bed. Instead, she slowly dropped to her knees and I moaned in anticipation as she placed her hands on my inner thighs, pushing them gently apart. Her hot, eager mouth sought the warmth and moisture of my equally eager pussy. I lifted my hips slightly to allow her greater access as she slid her hands under my body, her fingers clasping my buttocks tightly, pulling me to her until her probing tongue parted my pussy lips and sought my now swollen, tingling clitoris. My hips pushed gently against her warm mouth and I heard myself moan softly as I responded to her insistent explorations. I felt myself rapidly nearing a climax but I didn't want it to arrive this quickly. Reaching down, I grasped her head in my hands, pulling it away from my body and sat up, hugging her to my breast. "Please ... Come, join me on the bed," I whispered, as I again lay back, pulling her unresisting body with me and swinging my legs up onto the bed. As she attempted to resume her kneeling position between my splayed thighs, I quickly twisted around until my head was positioned between her thighs, directly under her body, her temptingly damp, red-fleeced pussy enticingly close to my eager, waiting mouth. Her previously alabaster nether lips were now a glowing hot pink color, swollen with lust and slightly parted. Her clitoris pushing out of its sheath, brazenly peeking at me, demanded immediate attention. Wrapping my arms around her hips, I pulled her body down to my waiting mouth. My tongue gently explored the length of her vulva, swirling, probing, and exploring her hot, wet, muskiness. As I flicked it rapidly back and forth across her clit, I felt her hips twitch sharply and then thrust firmly against my waiting face. As I eagerly explored the intimate secrets of this young, highly aroused red-haired beauty, I felt her trailing hot kisses across my lower tummy, then moving lower, kissing my thighs, moving closer and closer to my now soaked pussy. As her wildly probing tongue found its target, I felt her thrust first one finger, then a second, into my pussy, searching for my G-spot which, after a moment, she found and exploited beautifully. Her ministrations had their desired effects, causing me to hump my hips upward against her, grinding instinctively against the maddening stroking of the insistent fingers and lashing tongue. As we fed on each other's increasing lust, our bodies writhed, seeking release. Suddenly she sucked my clit into her hot mouth, her tongue swirling madly around and across it. This threw me into an immediate violent orgasm, my body thrashing uncontrollably. At the same time, I drove two fingers deep into her dripping tunnel and rapidly thrust them in and out, rubbing them firmly over the frontal wall of her pussy. She snapped her hips down hard against my face, her mons grinding against my chin, emitting a high pitched, keening moan. Both our bodies went rigid, then shuddered violently before collapsing. We lay quietly for several seconds, recovering from our massive mutual releases, before untangling and hugging each other, still trying to control our breathing. "Lord, Alex, that was wonderful," Bridgett murmured, still somewhat breathless. "I've been thinking about this ever since I recognized you this morning." "I'm so glad we had this opportunity, Bridgett. You are truly a lovely young lady," I replied. "You know, before Kevin convinced me to join the Castle club, I never would have thought of doing anything like this, especially with another woman. God, how innocent I was in those days," she laughed. "Back then, I thought sex was something a lass had to submit to in the dark with her companion ... and then only in the missionary position! Ever since I saw you last night, saw how your lovely body responded to the men and women on that stage, I knew I had to make love to you. Of course, I knew we would have a chance to be together at the club but I truly wanted it to be more personal and private, the first time at least." "I'm certainly glad it worked out this way, dear," I grinned. "But if you hadn't seduced me when you did, I'd planned to seduce you later this evening!" "You did?" Bridgett asked, a giggle in her voice. "I certainly did ... and I'd have done it too." I assured her. "Oh, I almost forgot. I have a gift for you," Bridgett grinned, reaching over the edge of the bed to retrieve her large straw handbag. "I called Richard after I talked with you this morning and asked him what he thought would be a suitable gift for you," she said, rummaging around inside the large bag. "And he suggested this ... Now where the hell did I put it?" "Ta-dahhh!" she exclaimed, as she pulled out a rectangular package, prettily gift wrapped in silver foil covered with hearts and cupids. "Think of this as a welcoming gift from Kevin and myself," she said, handing it to me. Slightly flustered, I mumbled something to the effect that 'she shouldn't have' and accepted her proffered gift. The wrapping looked far too fancy to just tear open so I fumbled around with the paper, trying to figure out where to start. Impatiently, Bridgett snatched it from my inept fingers and ripped away the outer wrapping, revealing a plain, unmarked cardboard box about ten inches long and perhaps eight inches square. Then she handed it back to me saying, "Damn, I'll bet you drove your family crazy at Christmas!" I grinned at her and inspected the box to determine how to get into it, then held it up to my ear and shook to see if it rattled. "For God's sake, Alex, just open the damn thing! We'll both miss dinner at this rate." "Ok... Ok," I relented, tearing one end of the box open and shaking its contents onto the bed. Out fell the strangest looking thing I'd ever seen. It was obviously a rather large flesh colored dildo, but it looked like none I'd ever seen before. It was about nine inches long and an inch and a half wide, which I suppose was normal enough, although I'm not exactly an expert on the subject, but there the resemblance ended. The head and shaft were covered entirely with a soft, wrinkled, loosely fitting 'skin'. What appeared to be an electronic control unit was attached by a thin cable to its base, which looked vaguely similar to a television remote control, except that the buttons were labeled in what appeared to be German and were color-coded. The box also contained some sort of battery recharging unit. I guess my puzzlement must have shown in my expression because Bridgett explained, "Kevin has these especially made for me in Hamburg. I ordered three of them but I haven't even worn out the first one yet so I had a couple spares. Richard thought one of them would make an extremely appropriate gift for a newly inducted Castle member. Would you like me to show you how it works?" "I guess you'd better, it looks more complicated than a NASA launch console to me," I chuckled. Bridgett picked up the odd looking device and handed to me, telling me to grasp the shaft tightly in both hands. Once I had done as she instructed, she pressed the red button on the control unit that apparently turned it on as I heard a soft humming sound and felt the shaft grow warmer. She then pressed the blue button and I heard what sounded like a small electric air pump start up and the loose 'skin' covering the hard shaft began inflating, expanding the head and shaft. "Now, here are the best features," Bridgett laughed as she pressed the green button. I gasped as I felt several ring-like extrusions expand around the shaft's circumference, about a quarter inch high and an inch apart. These raised rings extended along its entire length. When she next pressed the purple button, the device came alive in my hands, the rings oscillating back and forth, seeming to race along the length of the shaft. Finally, she pressed the pink button and I felt the entire shaft rhythmically lengthen and shorten two or three inches resulting in a very realistic thrusting motion. "The amount of inflation is controlled automatically by pressure sensors, it will expand until it firmly presses against every part of your pussy, then maintain that pressure until you turn it off," Bridgett explained. "You can control the speed of the ring movement, as well as the speed and depth of the thrusting feature by these two little knobs," she explained, demonstrating by rotating them in turn. I could just imagine what this high tech little gizmo would feel like in action! "Ok, enough theory. Now it's time for a test drive. Just lay back, raise your knees with your feet flat on the mattress, open your legs and relax, Doctor Bridgett will take it from here," she instructed. Again reaching into her bag, she retrieved a small bottle of clear liquid lubricant and, squirting a little into the palm of her hand, proceeded to apply it to the head of artificial penis. Once I had assumed the prescribed position, she knelt between my widely spread thighs and with the fingers of one hand she spread my pussy lips apart while, with her other hand, she pressed the slick, massive head against the opening of my once again wet pussy, probing around it around until she was sure it was properly positioned. Then she applied a slow, steady pressure as it sank slowly but surely up into my excited tunnel until only about an inch remained outside me. Since she still had the control box by her side, I waited in growing anticipation, and more than a little trepidation, for her to continue her little demonstration. "Ready," she asked with a broad smile. I nodded my head in cautious acceptance and she pressed the red button, turning on its internal heating unit. I could feel the head and shaft of the device embedded in my pussy begin to become warmer and warmer. "Now for step two," she said as she pressed the blue button, inflating the 'skin' covering the solid core of the dildo, causing it to mould itself firmly to the internal contours of my pussy. God, I felt as fully stuffed as I had been with Richard last evening! "Relax, Alex," Bridgett laughed. "This is going to be like nothing you have ever experienced before," she said "You mean like a root canal operation," I asked. "I've never experienced one of those either," I joked. "I don't know about the 'canal operation' part," she chuckled, "But I'm sure you will find experiencing the 'root' to be most pleasurable, dear." With that, she depressed the purple and pink buttons simultaneously. My eyes popped wide open in surprise and I sucked in a sharp breath as my pussy exploded in series of powerful, heretofore unfelt sensations! I heard myself moaning softly as the raised rings undulated along the walls of my stretched pussy, massaging them slowly and sensually and the shaft slowly expanding and contracting, mimicking the motions of a loving man stroking himself determinedly into me. On the up stroke, it retreated a few inches, while on the down stroke the bulbous head caressed my cervix. With the control unit still clasped in her right hand, Bridgett bent forward, her mouth seeking my now throbbing clit. Capturing it between he soft lips, her agile tongue danced excitedly around it then flicked rapidly back and forth over its head. I felt the speed of the cock's motions increase as Bridgett turned the two buttons clockwise with her thumb. At the same time, she increased the intensity of her attentions on my clit. I felt myself nearing the crest as my body writhed under this massive stimulation. My head was thrashing from side to side and my hips were bucking violently against Bridgett's maddening mouth! "God... Oh God... OH MY GOD!", I screamed as the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced swept through my body. My nervous system was completely overloaded by the intensity of the stimulation provided by the magic cock, coupled with Bridgett's highly talented lips and tongue. I blacked out for what must have been several seconds. The next thing I remember was laying in Bridgett's arms, her soft lips lightly kissing my cheek and neck. I threw my free arm around her neck and hugged her to my body, just enjoying the sensation of coming down from the greatest high I had experienced since, as a pre-teen, I first discovered the magical properties of that tiny button of flesh hidden deep in the mysterious junction between my adolescent thighs. "Earth to Alex," Bridgett whispered in my ear. "Welcome back to the world of the living." "God Bridgett, that was the best ever. Where did you say you got that marvelous little toy?" "I agree it's marvelous but it's really not a toy, Alex," she answered with a smile. "It's actually one to the finest examples of precision German engineering available. Comparing it to those little pink plastic dildos you find in your local sex shop would be like comparing a Yugo to a Porsche twin-turbo 911!" "But to answer your question, Kevin was browsing through a sex shop in Amsterdam and decided that all the devices on display were merely cheap toys. He spoke with the owner about that sad state of affairs, who told him about an engineering firm in Hamburg that would custom design and manufacture nearly anything he specified. And, as they say, the rest is history." "Since Kevin commissioned the original design, we now get them at cost in lieu of royalty payments. These little beauties are not widely known, due to their cost and the fact that they are not advertised anywhere, but I understand they are wildly popular among the European elite." "And well they should be," I chuckled. "In fact, they should include a warning label stating they may be addictive! But I don't understand why they aren't widely advertised. It would seem to me that they could sell millions of them." "I think it's a matter cost," Bridgett replied. "They are selling quite a few, but they're rather expensive compared to the competition. I assume it's similar to Rolls Royce; when was the last time you saw a full page ad in the London Times for Rolls Corniches? As I once heard an American say, if you have to ask, you can't afford it," she laughed. "Besides, I doubt that being known as the manufacturer of the worlds best dildo would do much for their conservative company image." Once my breathing returned to normal and my pulse rate dropped below the red zone, we showered and dressed. Returning to the balcony, we chatted about some of her experiences at the Castle, as well as my plans for setting up the new firm and all the tasks that needed to be accomplished in a relatively short time. As I was describing the monumental task of finding appropriate real estate and staff, Bridgett suggested a source of assistance that I had not even considered. The membership of the Castle Club contained many of the leading movers and shakers in southern England who, Bridgett assured me, could be a gold mine of information and assistance and who she was sure would be only too willing to work with a fellow member. I filed that bit of inside information away for future reference. Glancing at my watch, I was surprised to see it was now after 5 pm. "Wow, where did the afternoon go," I exclaimed. "Does Kevin know where you are?" "Oh yes, I talked with him earlier and told him what I had in mind with you. In fact, he wrapped your 'gift' and dropped it off here at the hotel shortly before I came up to your room," Bridgett replied with a grin. "We also agreed that we should treat you to a welcoming dinner tonight. He called Dickey and set it all up. Dickey will pick you up at eight and we'll all meet at The Black Friar Pub about eight-thirty. Are you good with that?" "Of course," I replied, "But why didn't Richard call and confirm the plan with me?" "I believe he was warned that you might not be available to accept calls for an indeterminate period this afternoon," Bridgett chuckled. "Oh, right! That was most considerate of you all," I responded with false sarcasm. "This is taking on the appearance of a vast hedonistic conspiracy involving half of London!" "Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see how vast it really is, my dear," she replied, wiggling her eyebrows with a leering grin. "I'd better run now if I'm to get ready for our little party. See you about nine then." With that, she gathered her things and headed for the door. Before she could open it, I caught her arm and pulled her back into my arms, kissing her warmly, our tongues momentarily fencing. "Thank you so much for a wonderful afternoon, Bridgett...And for your most thoughtful gift," I said. "You're entirely welcome, Alex," she said warmly as she left, closing the door quietly behind her. If this afternoon was a taste of the kinkiness that Richard had mentioned I was impressed I thought as I picked up the phone to call Richard. Chapter 8: Bridgett's Kinky Secrets Richard showed up at my hotel suite door around seven, dressed informally in faded jeans, an open-necked white shirt under a lightweight, pale blue, sweater and ox blood loafers. We hadn't discussed suitable attire for the evening during our previous phone conversation, so when I opened the door for him I felt more than a little foolish in my all-purpose little black dress with its mini-skirt and spaghetti straps ... And the black fishnet hose weren't going to work either. Not a problem, however. We had at least an hour before we had to leave to meet Kevin and Bridgett at the pub. "You didn't mention that this was to be a dress-down evening," I chided him." "I'm sorry, but I thought you'd realize that fact when I told you we were meeting at a pub," he grinned. I was not going to let him off this easily. "Richard, there's an old saying that the word 'assume' makes an ass out of u and me. In the future, please don't assume anything," I answered with mock sternness, then grinned back at him. For an instant a look of genuine distress flashed across Richard's face, but as soon as my delayed grin registered in his mind, he visibly relaxed. "My God, Alex. For a minute there I thought you were living up to your nickname!" "And what would that be, kind sir?" "Why, Old Iron Ass, of course. But I never did believe that characterization, even for a second! First of all, you're not really all that that old, and secondly I know for a fact that your ass isn't iron. More like velvet, as a matter of fact," he laughed, pulling me into his arms, kissing me warmly as his hands caressed my suddenly controversial ass. "Damn it, don't start anything now. I still have to change and we don't have time for that foolishness now," I grumbled in mock irritation, carefully not ruling out any 'foolishness' later. With that, I headed for the bedroom to change into something slightly less formal. "Come along. You can act as my consultant in the proper choice of acceptable pub-crawling attire," I said. "While I'm changing, we can also discuss the extent of your participation in Bridgett's little conspiracy this afternoon. As I understand it, you're now a gift consultant, in addition to your other native talents!" "I just try to be of assistance whenever possible, my dear," he joked. "Oh yes, just an eager little Boy Scout aren't you, always looking for good deeds to perform," I laughed. In the bedroom, I rummaged through the bureau drawers, coming up with a pair of form fitting stone-washed jeans and a white designer polo shirt. Then I glanced at Richard's choice of clothing and added a pair of white cotton socks, a pair of Reebok tennis shoes and finally a casual camel-hair blazer. I slipped my black dress off over my head, removed the fish-net hose and shimmied into the tight fitting jeans and polo shirt. Turning to Richard for his approval regarding my choices, I realized he wasn't paying attention to my clothing. Instead, he was staring at the still rumpled bed, a knowing grin on his face. "Hmmm ... No maid service this morning," he asked innocently. "Oh yes, as a matter of fact the maid service is excellent, and room service this afternoon was wasn't bad either... as if you didn't know," I replied. "Of course I knew, I'm just feeling a little jealous that I wasn't here to join in. Bridgett is a real handful, isn't she? By the way, how did you like her welcoming gift?" "The gift was very thoughtful," I replied, adding with a grin, "And the personal demonstration was even more so." Richard laughed heartily, taking me in his arms and hugging me warmly. His lips sought mine as his hands caressed my back, then slid slowly down to cup my denim-clad buttocks, massaging them gently. I returned his kiss; tracing his lips with my tongue, then sliding it between them into his warm, waiting mouth. As our tongues parried, I felt his cock, now pressed against my stomach, starting to react. Breaking the kiss and attempting to ignore the tingling of my nipples and warmth I felt slowly spreading through my , I whispered in his ear, "No time for that now, ... Later." He hugged me tighter for just a second, then released me and returned to the living room. I quickly donned the socks and shoes, shrugged into the blazer and rejoined Richard in the lounge, where I found him pouring two glasses of wine. Handing me one glass, he raised the other and offered a toast. "Here's to the future ... and a long, enjoyable and profitable career on our enchanted little isle," he said, smiling at me. "Well, based upon the conversation I had with Bill Sherman this afternoon, I'm sure we both will have long, enjoyable and hopefully, extremely profitable careers ... If I can manage to handle all the details involved in setting up the new company in a timely manner, that is," I grinned. As we sipped our wine, I told him about my earlier conversation with Bill and his authorization for me to hire staff and acquire a suitable facility. "Right then," Richard said, his tone now serious. "First thing in the morning let's get together and develop a plan of action. If you wish, I'll handle setting up the financial end and you can start trying to locate suitable property. Once Ellen arrives, she can handle the personnel procurement. But, first things first. We'd better get cracking if we're going to meet Kevin and Bridgett by nine. The traffic in London is terrible this time of the evening!" Despite Richard's concern about the traffic, we arrived at the Black Friar, a narrow wedge-shaped building on Queen Victoria Street, shortly before nine. We were led through a low arched passageway to a small, intimate bar where Bridgett sat in a large upholstered booth with a handsome young man, both nursing glasses of warm dark ale. Seeing our approach, she quickly slid out of the booth and hugged me enthusiastically, then introduced me to her husband, Kevin, a large, athletic looking fellow apparently in his late 20's. He also rose and shook my hand as Bridgett introduced us, his grip strong but slightly restrained, as though conveying controlled strength. Leaning toward me, he kissed me lightly on both cheeks, saying, "Welcome to England, Alex. You look nearly as lovely as you did on stage at the Castle... and you were a knock-out there!" I blushed slightly in spite of myself, as I suddenly remembered that he had been in the audience for my initiation ceremony. With the introductions out of the way, we all settled into the booth, studying the menus, preparing to order. "What would you recommend, Richard," I asked, assuming that he ate here regularly. "I really don't know, Alex," he replied with a smile. "This is the first time I've been here in ages. However, if I remember correctly, you can't go wrong with the fish-and-chips." That sounded good to me and we wound up ordering four orders of fish-and-chips, along with pints of Guinness all around. While waiting for our food to arrive, I had a chance to become acquainted with Kevin, and to a lesser extent, Bridgett. "So Kevin, I understand from Bridgett that you both observed my initiation. Tell me, how well do you think I handled it?" Kevin grinned at me and replied, "My god Alex, that's a really loaded question. But avoiding the obvious double entendre, you reacted much better than anyone else I've ever I've ever seen, including Bridgett. Damn, Marianne really threw the works at you. Do you realize that you were on stage for at least an hour and a half?" "No, I had no idea it lasted that long, but then I had too much on my mind to concentrate on what time it was," I chuckled. "I'll bet you did," he laughed, "But that's about all you had on! By the way, what do you think of Bridgett's little welcoming present?" God, everyone at the table knows about that damned Magic Dildo, I thought to myself, but aloud I said, "It's wonderful. I understand that you are responsible for the design modifications. Quite ingenious of you, I'm really impressed." "Well, thank you very much, but if you think that was ingenious, wait until you see what Bridgett has hidden at home," he laughed. Bridgett slugged him in the arm and exclaimed, "You're really terrible, Kevin!" I noticed she was blushing furiously, her face turning a bright shade of crimson. "What's the matter, Bridgett? Is Kevin telling tales out of school again," I asked her, grinning ear to ear. "No, not really. It's just not something I feel comfortable discussing in public. But since he brought it up, why don't you both drop by our house after we eat and I'll show you what he's talking about," she replied, her face still flushed. We were interrupted by the waiter delivering our meals. It looked quite tasty but I was disappointed because the fish-and- chips were served on platters, instead of being wrapped in yesterday's newspaper and soaked in vinegar as I had expected. When I voiced my disapproval to Richard, he looked at me solemnly and explained, as to a very young child, that it was only served wrapped in newspaper in local take-out shops. In upscale restaurants, it was served on china. "Well, excuse me, I didn't realize that. Next time, let's go to a take-out shop. I expect this experience to be like the movies and they always get their fish-and-chips wrapped in newspaper," I grumbled. Regardless of the lack of newspapers, the meal proved to be excellent and we all fell silent as we tucked into the food. It was delicious, but I still thought it would have tasted better if it had been wrapped in paper! Finally, the last plate was pushed back and I couldn't help but notice that every scrap of food had been devoured. We were all stuffed and for a moment we sat looking at the famous plaques and pictures that lined the walls, without saying a word. At last Kevin broke the silence, saying, "I vote we all retire to our house for a glass or two of wine." Richard seconded the motion, while Bridgett and I nodded our assent. While the men were paying the bills for our meal, Bridgett and I wandered out the front to wait for them on the sidewalk. As we waited, I asked Bridgett what Kevin had meant earlier when he mentioned something about hiding something at home. "It's much easier to show you than it is to explain," Bridgett said, again blushing. "You'll see what I mean when we get there." About that time, Kevin and Richard emerged from the pub and we made our way to the car park. As Richard and I climbed into the Range Rover he was driving tonight, I saw Kevin holding open the door of a gleaming new silver Jaguar XKR coupe for Bridgett. We allowed them to pull out of the car park first, then followed them closely as we crept through the heavy, early evening downtown traffic. As we neared the suburbs the traffic became somewhat lighter and we soon entered an area of decidedly upscale property; large three-story houses, sprawling emerald green lawns landscaped with well trimmed shrubs, massive old trees and gated drives. "Richard, are you sure Kevin and Bridgett live in this area," I asked in a puzzled tone. "And that new silver Jag they're driving... You don't pick XKR's up at Happy Harry's Used Car lot! Good Lord, she's working as a waitress in a hotel." Richard chuckled at my confusion, then said, "Yes, I'm sure they live in this area... just up the street as a matter of fact... and no, I can assure you they did not purchase that car at Happy Harry's. I would guess that particular Jaguar cost Kevin about $85,000 US a couple of months ago. And as for Bridgett working as a hotel waitress, Kevin's aunt just acquired the food service concession at the hotel and Bridgett is only helping her out there for a few weeks until they can hire enough trained staff to get up and running. Any other questions I can help you out with?" "No, I think that's enough enlightenment for now," I replied tersely, then as an afterthought I added, "And don't be a wise ass, Dickey. In case you've forgotten, I sign your paycheck now!" As an second afterthought, I added, "Not that you need it, of course." Richard shot me a sidelong glance, just to make sure I was smiling, before he chuckled and replied, "Right then. Just wanted to be sure you understood that Bridgett's not exactly a common charwoman and they really don't have to live in council housing." Just then we saw the sleek Jag's left turn signal flash as it slowed and turned into a drive. The gate opened automatically, probably from a remote signal triggered within the car. Hell, with Kevin's love for tricky gadgets, the damn gate probably read his license plate! We followed the silver Jag through the open gate and up a wide, tree lined drive. After several turns, we came in view of the house, if it could be called that. The front of the building was bathed in light from floodlights strategically positioned around the lawn, revealing a huge three-story, gray stone Tudor with a wide white portico at the front entrance, leading to recessed double oak doors, gleaming with fresh lacquer and at least ten feet tall. "Wow," I exclaimed, "I've seen resort hotels that were less impressive!" "Yes," Richard replied, "It does make quite a statement, doesn't it?" "What's their background anyway, is Kevin or Bridgett related to the Royal family or something," I asked, in awe. "Not that I know of, just filthy rich I would guess. I'm not exactly sure what the source of their money is...I just know they seem to have a lot of it." Kevin pulled to the outer side of the portico, leaving room for Richard to pull in next to the entranceway. As we exited the Land Rover, Kevin and Bridgett joined us and led us toward the door, which was opened by a liveried butler who ushered us inside. "Good evening sir," he said to Kevin. "A fire is set in the lounge and the wine is chilling as you requested." Thank you, George," Kevin replied, "That will be all for this evening. We won't be requiring anything further, so you may retire now." "Very good, sir," the butler replied and departed toward the rear of the house. When we entered the lounge, we found a fire burning cheerfully in the massive field stone fireplace. Two leather covered sofas faced each other on either side of the fireplace, with a matching love seat completing a 'U' shaped grouping. A low mahogany table, holding four wine glasses and a silver ice bucket containing a bottle of Chablis, sat between the sofas. Richard and I sat facing the other couple as Kevin poured the wine and handed a glass to each of us. As we settled back into the butter-soft leather, I grinned at Bridgett and said, "OK girl, just what did you get so embarrassed about at the pub?" Bridgett smiled, her incredible emerald green eyes sparkling in the firelight, as she replied, "Well, it seems that Kevin's and my own interest in sexual enhancement devices didn't exactly end with his design of the 'Magic Dildo' that you are already well acquainted with. As Bridgett paused, I pressed, "All right, but what was Kevin talking about when he mentioned something about you 'having a secret cache at home'?" "I was just getting to that," Bridgett said, slightly flustered. "We have several of the prototype machines set up in a spare bedroom, where they are in the process of being 'evaluated'. Would you like to see them?" I noticed Richard and Kevin smiling at each other conspiratorially as they followed our conversation and I wondered just what they were up to. However, I placed my wine glass on the table, rose to my feet and said, "Certainly, lead the way Bridgett. Are you two grinning idiots coming?" The two men, still grinning, hesitated for a moment before Kevin replied, "No, you two ladies run along. Richard and I have some boring 'guy things' we need to discuss." I reached out and pulled Bridgett to her feet. Still holding my hand, she led me back through the foyer toward a wide curved staircase leading to the second floor. At the top of the stairs were three oak paneled corridors radiating from the landing; one to the left, another to the right, and a center one which seemed to lead toward the rear of the house. Bridgett guided me down the center hallway, stopping in front of what appeared to be a narrow sliding door. Reaching above its casing, she apparently pressed a concealed button, causing the door to slide silently open, revealing a small elevator cab. She led me inside and pressed another button marked with an arrow pointing upward. The door hissed shut as quietly as it had opened and I heard a soft humming sound as the cab began to smoothly rise. "Good Lord, Bridgett. A lift just to go up one flight in a private home? Isn't that just a bit ostentatious," I observed. "Kevin's also a security nut, I'm afraid," she replied. "And besides, this makes our little hideout seem a little more special...almost like a secret tree-house when we were kids." When it reached its destination, the elevator stopped and the door whispered open once again. With only the light from within the elevator, I could see nothing except a small patch of very plush royal blue carpeting. Everything else was in complete darkness. "Just a second," Bridgett said, as she stepped out of the cab and found the light switch. Subdued indirect lighting flooded the area beyond, revealing what at first glance appeared to be a large carpeted bedroom. However, upon emerging from the small elevator, I noticed it was more than a mere bedroom. Bridgett led me on a tour of the room, or more accurately a suite of rooms, pointing out a separate full bath and a small kitchenette. The main room was dominated by a massive king-sized canopied bed. I walked over to it and looked upward. Sure enough, there under the canopy was a mirror which ran the full length of the bed. I raised one eyebrow and grinned at Bridgett. Predictably, she blushed slightly. "What's the matter," she asked, "Don't tell me you didn't notice what Dickey has over his bed?" Damn, I thought, there's no keeping a secret within this group, not because she knew about Richard's mirrored bed, but rather that she knew I knew about it. The rest of the room was outfitted with the expected bedroom furniture including two mahogany nightstands, two chests of drawers and a large, double-door wardrobe with two drawers below the doors. A small wicker sofa and low coffee table formed an informal seating area at one side of the bed. What appeared to be an electronics workshop was also tucked into one corner of the main room. I also noted a collection of odd looking devices scattered about the main room. A couple of them looked like a truncated gymnastic 'horses' which stood about eighteen inches high. At the center of the top of each 'horse', a short metal arm protruded at about a 45 degree angle. On the floor near the 'horses' there were two red, leather-covered, 2' X 2' X 2' cubical shaped boxes which looked like small trunks, or storage cases of some sort, with shiny brass tack heads outlining the lower edge of their covers. The workbench area was littered with an assortment of articulated mechanical arms, small electric motors, vacuum pumps, various electronic bits and pieces I couldn't immediately recognize, as well as hand tools, soldering irons and electronic multi-meters. Not understanding just what I was looking at, I asked, "This is certainly a nice little hideaway, and it appears that Kevin also uses it as some sort electro-mechanical laboratory as well. But where are the 'toys' you supposedly have hidden away? After the devise you gave me this afternoon, I was expecting to see something really impressive... and titillating!" Bridgett laughed at my confusion and hugged me tightly. Her lips met mine and our tongues instinctively joined, performing an exciting little passion dance. She let her hands slide slowly down my back and moaned softly as her fingers gently caressed my butt. I felt my body responding to her ministrations, my nipples tingling in anticipation and a warm sensation growing in my loins. As suddenly as it began, Bridgett pulled back, and holding me at arms length, her eyes sparkling, said, "You're looking at our secret stash of toys right now, Alex. You just don't recognize it. Let me get us each another glass of wine and I'll give you a little show-and-tell." With that, she stepped into the small kitchenette, retrieved a bottle of wine from 'fridge and filled two chilled wine glasses. Returning to the main room, she moved to the small wicker sofa and placed the wine on the low table positioned in front of it, patting the cushion next to her indicating that I should join her. As I sat down and picked up my wine glass, Bridgett half turned to me and raised her glass, saying, "I'd like to propose a toast; To the beautiful friendship that began this afternoon. May it grow and blossom." "To our friendship," I murmured as I touched the rim of my glass to hers. We each took a sip of the wine, sealing the toast. "Let me start at the beginning," Bridgett began. "It all started when I saw some advertisements on the Internet. I became fascinated by the possibilities and got Kevin involved. Now, as you might have already guessed, Kevin is somewhat of a nut when it comes to electro-mechanical devices. I think he feels that any machine someone else builds, he can improve. Anyway, he purchased several of these devices and showed them to Marianne, hoping that she might wish to purchase some of them to install at the Castle. She was quite impressed with the concept, but felt the machines available on the market today were somewhat limited in their abilities so she commissioned Kevin to reengineer them to her specifications. What you see here are some of the fruits of his labor. None of them are quite fully functional at this point but you might want to put your name in the queue for volunteer test pilots. At the moment you would be second in line...right behind me," she laughed. "Right then, I guess it's time to explain what Kevin meant by 'my secret stash. Let me start by asking you this, what is the most expensive sex toy you have ever seen or heard of?" I thought for a few seconds, then answered, "Well, I'm no expert on the subject, but I have seen one advertised in sexually oriented magazines which looked as though it might be a bit pricey. In the pictures, it showed a young female model kneeling astride a padded device that looked something like a gymnast's 'horse', in fact, it looked a lot like... Oh My God! I didn't even suspect," I laughed, looking at the padded devices on the floor near the bed. "Right you are, you didn't recognize them because the dildo holders are not attached at the moment," Bridgett grinned. That's probably the best known of these devices because it has been so heavily advertised, but it's not quite the most expensive. Let me show you one even pricier... and more versatile." With that, she rose and walked over to one of the leather covered boxes. Pressing a latch in the front, she opened the top which was hinged at the rear. As she raised the top, a metal frame unfolded itself so that when the top portion was fully open, it came to rest against the frame at about a 30 degree angle. I saw then that it wasn't actually a box at all, but rather it folded out to form a short padded bench. That was odd, it looked more like an expensive weight-pressing bench than a high tech sex toy. Bridgett chuckled as she noticed my puzzlement. "Wait just a moment until I finish setting it up and its function will become intuitively obvious," she said with a grin. Opening the wardrobe, she selected a short metal bar and a small wooden case which she carried to the padded bench. Laying the case on the bench, she inserted the metal bar through a narrow slot in the padding and pressed it down until it locked in position with a click. She then opened the wooden box and brought out a machined metal object about 4" inches in length with two Velcro straps attached and pressed it down onto the end of the protruding metal arm she had installed previously until it locked in place with another satisfying click. She then paused for a moment as though pondering several choices, finally selecting what appeared to be a thick, 8" or 9" translucent, anatomically correct, dildo with a prominent raised ridge at the rear of its bulbous head, its shaft covered with distended veins. The shaft itself curved upward like a scimitar, complete with a large pendulous ball sac, which she attached firmly to the end of arm with the Velcro straps. The silvery dildo gleamed menacingly in the subdued light, its skin appearing slick and wet, as thought it had just been withdrawn from a hot, excited pussy. Stepping back, she surveyed her work. Seemingly satisfied that she had everything right, she looked back over her shoulder with a smile and asked, "Have you been able to guess its function yet?" "Yes, as you predicted, it is indeed intuitively obvious. However, I can't wait to see a demonstration," I smiled in reply. "Just think of the experience of buying a very hot, very expensive sports car you've salivated over for months. If you think a demonstration would be enjoyable, just wait till you get to try the test drive!" Bridgett chuckled. "Now watch this, this is really exciting," she exclaimed, as she reached into the case once more and pulled out a remote control. Pressing a switch, the cock sprang to life. Humming softly, it thrust forward a few inches, slowed for just an instant, then pressed determinedly forward another inch or two before retracting back to its starting position before repeating its stroke. "At the moment, this is the action of the machine as it comes from the manufacturer, however we decided that it would be better if the user had a wider range of speeds to choose from and could also change the depth of its stroke." Saying this, she made some changes to the controls. The cock slowed and its stroke increased to from about 5" to 8" or more. After leaving it at this setting for a moment, she then changed the adjustment once again, leaving the stroke length the same but increasing the speed to a hammering two thrusts per second. I could just imagine myself reclining back on that soft red padded bench with that untiring cock slamming relentlessly into my wet eager pussy until I could stand it no longer! God, what a thought! The only improvement I could think of would be to add raised thigh and leg rests to add to the comfort and relaxation of the user. I mentioned this to Bridgett, to which she replied, "Marianne and I both suggested the same thing to Kevin, who is now working on that exact modification. I guess great horny minds operate on the same wavelength." Bridgett, turning the thrusting speed down to its minimum rate and leaving it cycling through its slow and sensuous motions providing a sexual form of background music, picked up the wooden case and again joined me on the sofa. Placing the case on the table, she opened the lid allowing me to examine its contents. Its black velvet interior contained preformed depressions designed to hold several attachments in addition to the dildo holder, including an assortment of regular cocks in all sizes and colors, one that looked suspiciously like a long, bright red dog cock which varied in thickness in undulating waves along its length. Another consisted of two cocks, one long and thick while the other shorter and slimmer. This was obviously designed for simultaneous double penetration. There was even one that was the replica a thick five inch male finger! As Bridgett explained the various attachments, her hand gently massaged my back, our heads so close together that I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck as she discussed the pros and cons of each device. Before she had worked her way half way through the amazing assortment of exciting goodies, my nipples were tingling, begging for attention, the crotch panel of my panties slick with my secretions. That damned machine humming softly in the background, its rampart cock thrusting slowly back and forth waiting patiently for a willing pussy, did nothing to dampen my rising excitement either. "OK, now let's look at the other model we have here. She stepped to the wardrobe and removed another dildo, this one standing straight up from a rectangular 4"X6", slightly curved, soft plastic base. Moving to one of the padded horse-like devices, she placed the dildo over the protruding rod and pressed down on it, locking it in place with an audible click, the curved base of the dildo exactly matching the curve of the padded horse's back. Reaching down, she flipped a switch at the rear of the machine and it also hummed to life. It was amazing. While the base of the faux cock remained motionless, the shaft began to slowly expand and retract about 2". At the same time, the tip was now moving lazily around in a circular motion, describing a 1" circle while its surface vibrated with a soft buzzing sound. "One of the modifications we've made to this model is the thrusting action of the cock. The standard model only rotated and vibrated. While that can give you a great orgasm by providing intense stimulation to the G-spot, by adding a small thrusting feature it becomes even more exciting." Bridgett returned to the sofa holding another remote control. She explained that the unit, as well as the couch-like machine, came with its control unit attached to a long cable, but she had found this to be awkward to use, as well as rather distracting, so she had asked Kevin to redesign it as a wireless unit. She added that she had also had him incorporate the lubrication, heating, and thrusting action. Handing it to me, she described its controls. There were two vertical rocker switches, one marked "Depth" and the other "Rotation." Both had a "+" symbol at the top and a "-" symbol at the bottom. Below them was a slider switch labeled "Speed", with an arrow pointing to the right. I noticed that it was now positioned all the way to the left. Two other push button switches were positioned at the upper corners of the control, one marked "Lube" and the other marked "Heat". "Press the top end of the "Depth" switch marked "+", and see what happens," Bridgett told me. I pressed the top of the switch and held it down. As I watched, the cock began to make longer and longer strokes, until it was expanding and retracting a full 4". "OK," said Bridgett, "Now hold down the "-" end." I did as she instructed and noticed that the length of the thrust slowly decreased until it was only moving up and down about a quarter of an inch or so. "Right, now that you've seen what that does, try the same thing with the "Rotation" switch." I held down the "+" end and watched the arc of the tip rotation increase to about 2". Holding down the "-" end decreased the arc until it was barely quivering. Moving both switches back to their mid range positions, I then slid the speed switch in the direction of the arrow and noted that both the speed of rotation and thrusting both picked up greatly. "OK," I said, "I guess I've got this figured out. What about the "Lube" and "Heat" buttons?" "They are pretty much self-explanatory," Bridgett said. "The "Lube" button causes a small amount of special, very slick, lubricating fluid to be forced through the pores of the material of the head and upper portion of the shaft. After you ride it for several minutes, you might find you need it. Or, on the other hand, knowing you, maybe not. The "Heat" switch works just like the heat control on your "Magic Dildo". You remember how good that felt, don't you?" "Oh, yeah," I grinned at her. "My God Alex, can you just imagine eight or ten of these things lined up in a mirrored exercise room at the Castle, all occupied by beautiful upper-class ladies wearing nothing but contented smiles," Bridgett giggled. As we sat there, sipping wine and watching the upright dildo slowly thrusting, its tip rotating tirelessly, her left hand stopped stroking my back and slowly slid around my side, not stopping its slow, sensuous travels until it cupped my right breast, her fingers lightly rubbing and tweaking its nipple. With her right hand, she turned my face toward hers and her soft, warm lips met mine, her tongue tracing the outlines of my lips as if begging admittance. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the cushions, surrendering to the waves of excitement coursing through my body. As our tongues parried and thrust in mock battle, I felt her hands tugging my shirt out of the waistband of my jeans, then her hands cupping and massaging my naked breasts. She inhaled sharply as my hand slipped down to her crotch and cupped her jean-covered pussy mound, cupping and rubbing it with a grinding, rotating motion. Her tongue momentarily increased in intensity before she broke away and urged me to my feet. As she led me across the room to the bed, she whispered, "Let's get more comfortable...quickly!" She urged me down onto the edge of the bed and quickly removed my shoes and socks, then lifted my polo shirt up and over my head and tossed it aside. Unbuckling my belt and unzipping the fly of my jeans, she urged me onto my back as she attempted to pull them off. I lifted my hips momentarily and both my jeans and my now soaked panties slid smoothly down my legs, quickly joining my forgotten shirt. I sat up and began unbuttoning her shirt, as she pushed her own jeans and panties to the floor and stepped out of them. Catching them with a toe, she quickly flipped them aside, adding them to the pile of discarded clothing somewhere out of sight near the foot of the bed. With a lusty laugh, she scrambled up onto the bed and, facing my feet on her knees, straddled my head and buried her face in my now demanding pussy. I felt her tongue trace the outlines of my inner lips and probe my vaginal opening before seeking out my clit, by now forsaking its protective hood. She then sucked it gently between her warm lips, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her pussy down to my waiting mouth, her clipped red triangle of pubic hair tickling my nose. Her pussy lips, normally color of fine translucent china, were now blushing a hot pink as her arousal caused the blood to pump into the area causing them to become puffy and slightly parted. I placed my chin under her small but pronounced mound and lashed her swollen clit with my tongue. She tensed momentarily and hunched her pussy down against my chin, then slipped two fingers up into my pussy, rubbing the front inner wall, searching for my G-spot. As my hips began to react with involuntary thrusts to the invading fingers, I trapped Bridgett's swaying breasts in my hands, squeezing them gently and tweaking the stiff, swollen nipples between my fingertips. Suddenly I felt her body tense and her breath became ragged as she rapidly approached orgasm. Screaming "Oh God...Oh God...Ohhh Goddddd," she collapsed on top of me, as limp as a rag doll. At the same moment, my own climax raced through my body in a series of violent convulsions. Holding the now gasping Bridgett tightly, I rolled over onto my side, taking the limp girl with me. As we lay there facing each other, trying to regain our composure, I softly kissed her lips and whispered, "Its blossoming sweetheart" We both drifted off for awhile, at first I wasn't sure if it was seconds, minutes, or hours, but I was suddenly brought wide awake by the feeling of warm lips sucking gently on my right nipple and a large masculine hand caressing my inner thigh. Opening my eyes, expecting to find Richard, I was surprised to find myself staring into Kevin's smiling green eyes. "My God, Kevin, what are you doing," I whispered. "Your wife is laying right here beside me!" I didn't realize just how ridiculous that sounded, under the circumstances, until he chuckled and replied, "I know she is, Luv. But she's rather occupied herself at the moment." I turned my head and saw Bridgett lying with her head resting on Richard's thigh, her lips wrapped around the massive purple head of his cock. Richard smiled at me and said, "Welcome back to the land of the living. I hope you don't mind that we started without you." "Not at all, Dickey," I chided him. "You carry on, I'm sure I can find something to do while you're busy," I continued, as I reached down and grasped Kevin's rampart cock in my hand. God, it was big, I thought as I squeezed it a couple of times, then started slowly stroking its thick shaft. "Right then, I'm sort of involved in a time critical project at the moment, so if you'll excuse me..." he said, as he placed Bridgett on her back, her head near mine. Then, on his knees, he raised her legs and pulled her butt up between his wide spread thighs. Bridgett smiled at me and winked as she thrust her hips up to meet him and reaching down, grasped his cock and rubbed its head back and forth in her slit to lubricate it before lodging it firmly at the opening of her vagina. Richard hunched his hips forward and I could see his huge cockhead slowly sinking into her wet tunnel. As its head popped in, she gasped in delight and I saw her widely stretched opening snap tightly back around his shaft. Not to be outdone, Kevin rose to his knees, flipped me onto my stomach, and lifting my hips, placed me on my knees with my face still on the mattress. As he leaned over my back he whispered, "I've been wanting to do this since I saw you up on that stage, Alex!" Without further ado, he moved up close behind me and socketed his cockhead firmly into the entrance to my still slick pussy. As he applied more pressure, I pressed my ass back toward him, rocking it slightly from side to side, and felt myself opening to him. Maintaining the steady pressure, I felt the progress of his head as he sunk deeper and deeper, my inner walls rippling open as he drove slowly into my core. His ball sack suddenly bumped against my clit and at the same time I felt his cockhead kiss my cervix, causing a little jolt of excitement to flash through me like distant lightning. Kevin proved a very considerate lover, one hand clasped my left breast, a finger rubbing its now distended nipple, as his other hand slipped around to my stomach, his palm massaging my mound as two fingers slowly and gently stroked up and down my slit, stroking both sides of my clit. I glanced over at Bridgett and saw that her eyes were clamped tightly shut, her face showing intense concentration as she snapped her hips upward meeting Richard's increasingly rapid thrusts. It was then that I noticed that, consciously or unconsciously, Richard and Kevin had fallen into a rhythm, matching each other stroke for stroke. About then Bridgett opened her eyes, and it seemed, for the first time noticed that my face was only inches from her own. We smiled at each other and I stretched out a hand to play with her beasts, then leaned over and locked my mouth to hers. At the pace the men were setting, none of us were going to last much longer. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly and, from Bridgett's wildly gyrating hips and her excited tongue action in my mouth, I knew she wasn't very far behind. Richard was slamming into Bridgett so hard her body seemed to ripple each time he bottomed out and I had to brace myself to keep Kevin's hard, quick strokes from dislodging my mouth from Bridgett's. Suddenly Kevin shouted, "I'm Cumming, Alex, I'm Cumming," as he grabbed my hips, pulling my butt back against his groin, while at the same time slamming his hips forward. I felt the first hard spurt of hot sperm splash against my cervix. At the same instant, Bridgett screamed as her body convulsed and quivered in ecstasy. That triggered my own climax. Bridgett said later that my own scream echoed her own, but I don't remember uttering a sound. I pushed back against Kevin with all my strength as his cock continued to jerk deep within me, flooding me with spurt after spurt. Then, without warning, he collapsed onto my back, pinning me to the mattress under his considerable bulk. At that point, it didn't matter. My vision tunneled down to a pinpoint, then that blinked out as I lost consciousness. The next thing I remember was opening my eyes to see three anxious faces peering down at me with deep concern. Seeing that I was awake, Richard asked, "Are you alright, Alex?" Still feeling a little disorganized, I said in a small voice, "Of course I am. What the hell happened anyway? The last thing I remember was experiencing the climax of a lifetime and then...Nothing!" All three of them laughed nervously, their relief obvious. As soon as I had recovered sufficiently, Bridgett led me to the bathroom where we showered. Kevin's sperm was still draining out of me, running down my thighs. Bridgett reached up and retrieved a prepackaged douche dispenser which I used while she called for Kevin to bring our clothing. That took awhile, as both men searched the bedroom gathering our wildly scattered garments, but soon we were both dressed. By this time it was getting quite late, but Kevin and Bridgett both insisted we return to the downstairs lounge for a drink before leaving. They both were still concerned about my health even though I insisted that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me that a good nights sleep wouldn't put right. Finally, thirty minutes and a glass of wine later, we convinced the couple that all was fine once more and Richard and I departed. I insisted that Richard drop me at my hotel, but Richard insisted even more vigorously that I spend the remainder of the night at his place where he could keep an eye on me, so we compromised. He would return me to the hotel and I would allow him to stay the night, if he would just stop nagging me. At the hotel, I was stopped by the desk clerk, who handed me a telephone message slip and wished me a good night. He looked askance at us when Richard joined me in the elevator, but shrugged and returned to his latest Jonathon Kellerman novel without saying another word. He knew which side his tip was buttered on. In my suite, we quickly stripped off our clothes and slipped into bed. I cuddled up against Richard's warmth and he flung a protective arm over me, pulling my back tightly against his warm bare chest. I had forgotten how good it felt, falling asleep in my lover's arms. It had been over two years since I'd had a live-in partner. I was preparing to drift off into a much needed sleep when I suddenly remembered the telephone slip I hadn't read. Richard grumbled a little when I slipped out of his embrace and flipped back the covers but I couldn't sleep without knowing what the phone message was about. I hadn't been expecting any calls. Retrieving the slip from the table in the dark lounge, I returned to the bedroom and switched on the bedside lamp, squinting at the pink slip of paper. "What is it," Richard asked sleepily. "It's from Ellen," I replied. "She says she is getting away earlier than anticipated and that she and Lynne are scheduled to arrive at Heathrow tomorrow morning at 8:25 AM on British Air Flt# 725 and wants us to meet the plane." "OK," Richard replied. "Now turn the light out and come back to bed, it's going to be a short night." After calling the desk clerk and requesting a 6 AM wake up call, I slid under the covers and backed up to Richard, seeking his warmth once more. I was just drifting off when Richard mumbled, "Who the hell is Lynne?" "I have no idea, Richard. We'll find out tomorrow, I guess. Now go to sleep...Please." "I hate bloody mysteries," he grumbled. Now I remembered the downside of sharing my bed. "GOOD NIGHT, Dickey!" Chapter 9: The Awakening of Lynne Morning arrived about three hours earlier than anticipated. It had been after 1 AM before Richard and I returned to my hotel suite and nearly 2 AM before we had gotten to sleep. Now some hotel administrative idiot had decided that now would be the perfect time for a fire drill. The shrill bell was boring holes in my head as I fought my way out of bed with much thrashing of arms and legs, until I finally found myself standing shakily in the center of the room, the top sheet wrapped around one leg, my heart hammering in my chest, casting about wildly for any sign of smoke or fire. "I really have no idea what you are doing Alex, but as long as you're up, would you mind answering the phone," Richard asked sleepily. Grumbling to myself, I stomped over to the still ringing phone, tripped over the dangling sheet and fell to my knees. The phone was knocked off the bedside stand, landing in front of me, the receiver bouncing under the bed. I fished the receiver from its hiding place, wanting to scream 'What the hell do you want and why are you calling me in the middle of the night' but instead said, "Ms. Goodman speaking." A cheery voice on the other end chirped, "This is your courtesy six o'clock wake up call, Ms. Goodman." By now I was more or less awake and aware of the situation, so I politely thanked the cheerful idiot and hung up. As I struggled to my feet and tried to unwind the sheet from around my leg, I heard Richard chuckling softly to himself. Realizing just how ridiculous I must look, and how ludicrous the situation appeared, I started laughing myself. Richard sat up in bed and said, "Come here Alex and let me help you extradite yourself from that 'killer sheet' before you do yourself a permanent injury." I twisted my body around and flopped back onto the bed, still attempting to disentangle myself, when Richard reached out and grabbed my foot, dragging me over to him by one leg. Quickly finding the problem (in my thrashing about I'd managed to work the sheet into a granny knot) he worked it free, slid it off my leg and threw it aside. Then he bent forward and placed a kiss high up on my inner thigh. I cuffed his head playfully and announced that if he wanted a shower before we left for the airport, he'd better knock off the foolishness and get cracking. While he was in the shower, I called room service and ordered a pot of coffee delivered to the room. As an afterthought I had them add a small bottle of their best brandy to the order. The coffee arrived just as Richard emerged from the bathroom, one towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with a second. The waitress, a matronly woman with her gray hair in a bun, wheeled the cart into the room, smiled at me and, with a conspiratorial wink, backed out the door pulling it shut behind her. I poured two cups of coffee, and then added a splash of brandy to each. Richard, seeing what I had done, grinned and said, "Make mine two splashes, it's going to be a long day." As Richard sat down with his coffee, I took my cup and retired to the bathroom, scooping up some clothes on the way. Before I closed the door, I called over my shoulder, "Better get dressed while you drink it. We have to leave for the airport soon." Once I had taken a quick shower, dressed, and thrown on a little makeup, I returned to the kitchen to find Richard fully dressed, pouring his second cup of coffee. I held out my cup for a refill and sank into a chair. "I'm beginning to feel almost human again. God, I didn't realize it got light this early!" Richard chuckled and asked, "Is it always this exciting around here in the morning?" Thinking of how I must have looked standing naked in the middle of the room with a bed sheet wrapped around one leg, frantically trying to locate a nonexistent fire while the phone was ringing off the hook, sent me into gales of laughter. I'd just taken a sip of coffee and nearly snorted it out through my nose. Finally regaining my composure, I suggested to Richard that we'd better leave soon. He looked at his watch and announced that, given the traffic during the morning rush, we probably should have left ten minutes ago. As I gathered my coat and purse, he called down for the valet to bring his car around to the front. Five minutes later we were in his Land Rover, crawling through London in heavy early morning traffic. As soon as we reached the motorway, traffic thinned and we pulled into the car park at Heathrow at 8:25, just in time to see an AirBus jetliner with British Air markings turn onto final approach and start its gradual decent to the runway. Knowing that it would take awhile for Ellen and Lynne to deplane and process through Customs and Passport Control, we entered the terminal and found a closed-circuit video screen displaying flight arrivals and departures, noting that BA 175 had in fact arrived on time. We located a small intimate lounge where we could watch the area where small trickle of international passengers from a previous arrival were exiting the processing area. Richard ordered coffee for us and we settled back to await the appearance of our two new guests. When our coffee arrived, Richard leaned forward and took a sip, his eyes meeting mine over the rim of his cup as he said, "So, you've never heard Ellen mention this Lynne person?" "No," I replied. "I've never heard her mention the name before. Of course, you have to remember that Ellen gave the desk clerk her message over the phone and he probably wrote it down phonetically, so we're not even sure 'Lynne' is a woman. It could be that she has a new boyfriend named Lyndon, or Lindsey, or Linden, or even Lincoln. We're just going to have to wait and see." "I suppose you're right," Richard grumbled. "God, I didn't even think that she might be traveling with a gentleman friend!" It seemed to me that Richard was slightly depressed by that thought, so I changed the subject to something a little more distracting. "After last evening, I think I know what you meant when you described Bridgett as somewhat 'kinky...in very nice way'. I assume you were referring to her attraction to enhancement devices," I laughed. "Oh yes, both she and Kevin seem to be obsessed by devising the ultimate toy," he chuckled. "Well, you seemed to be somewhat 'obsessed' by Bridgett last night," I chided him jokingly. "And you weren't exactly shy when Kevin put the moves on you either. You seemed to enjoy yourself quite thoroughly in fact. I've never seen a woman actually have an orgasm so intense that she lost consciousness before," he retorted. "And that brings up another thing that seems a little strange to me. I suspect that the three of you planned that whole scenario. How did you guys know the exact perfect moment to show up and take advantage of us?" "Well, I confess that after watching Bridgett demonstrate those machines to you, and the expression on your face when you realized the potential applications of that 'Fucking Couch', we both got a little overheated. And then, when you and Bridgett got it on..." He suddenly stopped speaking, with a 'deer-in-the- headlights' expression on his face. I guess my own expression let him know that he had revealed something he probably shouldn't have. "You were watching... What the hell do you mean, you were watching! How were you watching," I demanded. Richard was silent for a moment, and then decided that truthfulness was his only available option. "I guess I forgot to mention that every room of their house is monitored by closed circuit TV. We just sat in the downstairs lounge, sipping wine and watching the show. I will say, it was much more interesting than old "Coronation Street" reruns. Anyway, we both got so randy watching you and Bridgett going at it that we decided to join in the fun." "I'm a little irritated that I was on camera without my knowledge, but I guess it's a little like they say in basketball...no blood, no foul. I'll admit I'm glad you both showed up when you did. My God, I've never experienced anything that intense before," I said, letting him off the hook at least for the moment. "Do you mean that Kevin was better than I am?" "Perhaps... Every bit as good anyway," I teased him. Knowing that he was out of trouble, at least for the time being, Richard relaxed with a look of relief. Seeking less controversial subjects, we chatted for awhile about our new business, going over our plans for getting it into operation. After fifteen minutes or so, the area outside the lounge started to fill up with arriving passengers milling about and I scanned the room searching for Ellen. At first I couldn't locate her, but Richard finally spotted her blonde, shag-cut hair just exiting customs. I stepped out into the room and screamed her name, waving both arms wildly in an attempt to catch her attention. She quickly picked us out and waved back, smiling broadly. Grasping the hand of a sharply dressed, sophisticated looking lady with a svelte figure and shoulder length rich brown hair, she said something to her and pointed in our direction. I waved once more, beckoning them to join us. As they made their way toward us through the milling crowd, Richard commented, "If that's Lynne she has in tow, I approve. She's far better looking than a Lyndon!" "I'm sure she would appreciate your official stamp of approval, Dickey" I chuckled. The dark haired lady hung back a little shyly, as Ellen released her hand and rushed into lounge, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly as she squealed in delight, then whispered in my ear, "God Alex, it's so good to see you again!" Releasing her grip, she turned to Richard and threw her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to her and planting a warm kiss on his lips. Then, holding him by his shoulders at arms length, she smiled radiantly and exclaimed, "God Dickey, its good to see you too. It's been such a long time!" "Lord Ellen, its been what... five... no, six years since you deserted us. I've certainly missed you, and I'm sure everyone in our group is delighted to have you back also," Richard said, as he pulled her back into his arms for another kiss, longer and more passionate this time. As they finally broke apart, Ellen turned to her beautiful traveling companion, who had been quietly observing our exuberant reunion with a bemused expression. "Richard...Alex..., this is Mrs. Lynne Andrews, a very special, long time family friend. She had to visit London on business anyway, so we decided to make it an excursion." Lynne stepped forward with a quick smile, and grasping my outstretched hand in both of hers, said, "It's nice to finally meet you, Alex. I've heard so much about you from Ellen," smiling at me in what appeared to be a suspiciously conspiratorial manner. "Thank you Lynne, and welcome to London, it's so nice to meet you. I hope you'll be able to stay long enough for us to show you the attractions London has to offer," I said, silently wondering just what, and how much, Ellen had shared with her. As Lynne turned to shake Richard's hand, I thought she was looking at him rather appraisingly. With our introductions out of the way, we located a porter to gather their luggage, loaded it into the back of Richard's Land Rover, and departed the airport. As we turned onto the motorway, Richard asked Ellen which hotel they were staying at. "Since Alex and I will be working fairly closely, for the next few weeks at least, I booked us a two-bedroom suite at Alex's hotel. I'm sure you remember where that is located, Dickey," she chuckled. "Yes, I think I remember how to find that," Richard replied with a grin. I half-turned in my front passenger seat and asked Ellen, "Did they give you a room number yet?" "Yes, I told them, as we would be working together, I'd like it to be as close to yours as possible. I believe they told me it was directly across the corridor," Ellen replied. "Well, isn't that handy," Richard grinned. Arriving back at the hotel, I escorted Lynne and Ellen to the front desk, while Richard located a porter to unload their luggage. After they had registered, a bellman led our merry band to the lift, and ultimately, to their suite. Ellen had indeed remembered correctly; it was located directly across from my own. As the bellman ushered us into the suite, I noticed the management had provided a large basket filled with fresh fruit and other assorted snacks, along with dining room and room service menus. All this was placed on the lounge coffee table, along with a bottle of very expensive Champagne, chilling in a silver ice bucket. "My God," I commented, after the bellman had departed. "I didn't rate this kind of welcome gift when I arrived!" "It's probably because your firm booked your rooms in their name. As far as the hotel knows, we're tourists who, I would guess, would be expected to spend more money here than would corporate drones," Ellen laughed. After a few moments of chatting about their trip, Richard rose and excused himself, stating that he had an important appointment he had to keep and that he would meet us later for dinner if we were agreeable. Once Richard left, Lynne said that she was feeling the jet lag and excused herself to take a short nap. Ellen announced that she was too wired to sleep right now. Since I had some phone calls to make, I suggested that Ellen join me across the hall in my suite where we could catch up on all the gossip without disturbing Lynne. In my suite, I ordered a pot of coffee from room service and excused my self for a few moments while I made the necessary calls from my bedroom. When I returned a few moments later, I found Ellen and Bridgett sitting on the sofa, the coffee pot on the table in front of them, chatting away like long lost old friends. I took a seat next to Ellen and joined in the conversation. It seems that Ellen had already told Bridgett the story behind how I happened to be at the Castle that first evening and Bridgett was in the process of describing my initiation. "My God, that was really some sight...Stark naked except for her black blindfold, men fucking her front and rear while Marianne and couple other girls assisted them...There was more, but by then Kevin was so randy and I was ready to screw anything with a pulse...Anyway, Kevin dragged me away to one of those private rooms where we hooked up with another couple and we were occupied for the next hour or so. In fact, I didn't even get to meet Alex until the next day, because Dickey dragged her off for an encore at his place. He can be a greedy little boy at times, don't you think?" As Bridgett finally paused to take a breath, I jumped in. "Bridgett, you're talking without commas again," I laughed. Ellen, who looked a little glassy eyed following the verbal assault, grinned and said, "That's alright, Alex. Bridgett was just telling me what a warm, friendly person you are, and how impressed she was to finally meet me. I guess I must have gained some degree of cult status in certain circles during my absence!" "I was just going to tell her about last night, but I guess I really should be getting back to work. No rest for lowly charwomen." As she rose to leave, I said, "Lowly charwoman, my ass! Richard filled me in on just how destitute you and Kevin are, so let's not hear anymore of that fabrication," I laughed. Bridgett gave me a wry smile, then turned to Ellen and said, "It was so nice to meet you dear, and I'm so glad you have decided to return. Why don't you plan on visiting us at home soon, or better still, let's all plan on spending an evening at the Castle, and..." "Bridgett, you're doing it again," I warned her with a laugh. She grinned at me and said, "I know, I'm sorry but I just got carried away I suppose. Anyway, I'll see you all later." With that, she let herself out, still grinning broadly. "Wow, she certainly is excitable isn't she," Ellen commented. "I think I'm going to like her though." "Bridgett is just an exuberant Irish lass but she is a very sweet person. I think she was more than a little overwhelmed by your celebrity status," I explained. Ellen laughed at my description of Bridgett, saying, "I am looking forward to that evening at the Castle with them though." "Enough of Bridgett, fill me in on Lynne," I said. "Who is she and how did you come to meet her?" "It's a rather sad story, Alex. Let's heat up our coffee and I'll tell you all about it," she said. As I topped off our cups, I suggested we retire to the balcony since it was turning into such a lovely day. We settled into the patio furniture and Ellen began. "As I said before, Lynne is a longstanding family friend and we have been close for many years. In fact, she and her husband, James, lived next door to my mother and me when I was in grade school and she baby sat me many times." "What! She was married when you were in grade school? She can't be that old," I interrupted. "How old is she anyway?" "I'm not sure how much personal information she'd want me to divulge, and I wouldn't consider telling anyone but you, Alex. So please, promise not to tell anyone what I'm telling you today, without talking it over with her first." "OK, you have my promise to honor her privacy, please go on Ellen," I told her. "Thanks, I knew you'd understand," Ellen continued. "In any case, Lynne will be fifty-two on her next birthday. I know... I know..., she doesn't look anywhere near that age, and lord knows she certainly doesn't act it." "No, she certainly doesn't. From her appearance, I'd have guessed that she was in her middle to late thirties, she has no gray hairs, no crow's feet around her eyes, and God, she still has a better figure than I do," I agreed. "Yes, she does take good care of herself," Ellen said. "But let me get back to the small part of her history that I'm privy to. Going back to when I was fourteen and we were neighbors, as you already know my dad had been killed in an accident and of course mom was an emotional wreck." "During that same period, Lynne's husband had taken a new job with an expanding company and was spending more and more time traveling on business and Lynne was feeling more and more neglected. Since Lynne and my mom had been friends for years before these changes, they became even closer." "Now here is the really confidential stuff. Don't breathe a word of it unless Lynn herself decides to confide in you, OK?" "I already promised you that," I reminded her. "OK, sorry. Eight years ago, when mom was dying of cancer, she told me things about her relationship with Lynne that I'd never suspected. It seems that James's and Lynne's physical relationship had always been very active and Lynne loved the sexual attention. But as the demands of James's career increased, their love life began to suffer from neglect. Sounds like a pretty common complaint, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, "I've heard that complaint many times. Usually during the story about why one of my friends became divorced." "I know, but in this case there was no chance of that happening. They were, and still are, too much in love for that. But I digress. Mom had just lost dad, and Lynne was feeling neglected by James, so it was only natural that the relationship between mom and Lynne became even closer." "Mom admitted to me that she'd had a history of bisexual feelings, and in college, had had what she described as a 'sinful relationship' with Alice, another female student, which lasted a whole semester. Then she met dad and fell in love with him. Considering the attitudes of the times, she and dad had kept her 'perverted indiscretions' to themselves and she had remained faithful to him until that first evening with Lynne." "It happened one summer evening when I was away at Girl Scout camp. Mom was feeling lonely, so she went next door to visit with Lynne. When she let herself in, she found Lynne alone, curled up on the sofa quietly sobbing. When mom sat down next to her and asked what was wrong, Lynne threw her arms around her and wept uncontrollably, pressing her body tightly against mom's. Mom said she'd asked Lynne why she was so upset, and Lynne answered, between sobs, that she and James had been planning a romantic week at a cabin in the north woods of Minnesota, but that James had called a few hours ago and said his boss was sending him to Japan for three weeks, and that the planned vacation would have to be canceled." "She was only trying to console a distraught friend, but probably because of pent up sexual urges on both their parts and the sensations evoked by the feeling of Lynne's needful body pressed so tightly against her own, things quickly got out of hand and before either of them knew it they wound up naked on the sofa in Lynne's living room. She said Lynne had been hesitant at first, but quickly became a wild woman once she got started." "They both felt much better immediately afterward, but as the evening wore on Lynne started feeling more and more guilty, weeping about being unfaithful to James. Mom told her that what they had done wasn't a matter of being unfaithful, it was only the scratching of a persistent itch. She remembered jokingly asking Lynne if she was going to divorce James and move in with her and Lynne answered, "Of course not, I love James. I could never do that!" "See what I mean, you weren't unfaithful to James. Nothing we did changed your feelings for him. I just scratched your itch," mom told her. After that their friendship became much closer, if that was possible. However, the pressure of his work resulted in poor James failing more often than he succeeded when they found the time to attempt lovemaking and soon they were down to once every two or three months. Lynne suspected that he actually volunteered for many of the trips that kept him away for weeks at a time; not because he loved her any less, but because he was so unhappy about failing to satisfy her so often." "This is only what my mother told me on her death bed. I don't know what James and Lynne's situation is at the moment and I don't feel comfortable broaching the subject with her. My mom, however, just before she died, made me promise to stay in close touch with Lynne and to watch out for her." "When you offered me an opportunity to return to England, I of course contacted Lynne and filled her in on it. That's when she told me that her aunt in Cambridge had recently died and that she had to come over here to finalize her estate, since she was her only living relative. James is in Japan again and won't return for at least three weeks, so she saw this as the prefect opportunity to combine fulfilling a family obligation with a much needed vacation. I, of course, was delighted to have such a charming traveling companion, although I was a bit miffed when a young stud approached us in the bar at O'Hare and tried to pick her up while completely ignoring me!" "I'll bet that gave your ego a boost," I laughed. "Ah well," Ellen grinned, "It was only fifteen minutes before check-in time, so he didn't stand a chance in hell either way." Just then phone rang. It was Richard saying he had just finished up with his appointment but that there was another meeting that he must attend at 8 PM. He suggested that we might all have an early dinner in the hotel dining room about 5:30, if that was agreeable with the three of us. I told him that Lynne was still sleeping but I felt sure the dining room here would be fine as we were all somewhat tired, Ellen and Lynne from their trip and I from the unexpected shortness of last night. He agreed and said he'd be around to pick us up in about ninety minutes. Surprised, I checked my watch and discovered it was already 4:00...We had nearly talked the afternoon away, missing lunch altogether. "I'd better go over and wake Lynne up or she'll never get to sleep tonight," Ellen said, as she stood and stretched, trying to work the kinks out of her travel weary body. "OK," I said, also rising. "I'll shower and dress, then join you in half an hour or so." As Ellen departed, I went to the bedroom, stripped and stepped into the shower, letting the hot spray reinvigorate my weary body. After ten minutes of this therapy, I felt somewhat more human. Dressing quickly, I hurried across to Ellen's suite, where I found the two women sitting at the dining table, deep in conversation. "Hi Alex, sit down and join us," Lynne said brightly, seeming to be completely rejuvenated from her nap. "Well, Lynne, your afternoon nap seems to have worked wonders," I said cheerfully. She looked even more beautiful than she had earlier, her skin glowing and her eyes sparkling. "Oh, I actually only slept for an hour or so," Lynne replied. "Then when I awoke I felt a little hungry, so I ordered a pot of coffee to go with the snacks the hotel provided," she replied. "In that case, why didn't you join us across the hall," I asked. "Well, I was planning on doing just that, but my coffee was delivered by a lovely young Irish lady named Bridgett and we got to talking. I found the conversation so interesting that I'm afraid we both lost track of time. I think you're acquainted with Bridgett aren't you Alex?" "Oh yes, Bridgett and I are quite close," I replied. My God, I thought, just how much had Bridgett disclosed? "I understand that you two first met at a club called the Mansion, or the Castle, or something like that," Lynne said brightly. "Well, that's where she first saw me I guess, but we didn't actually meet until the next day," I responded, tap dancing around the issue until I learned more about what Bridgett had actually divulged. I glanced at Ellen to see if she knew where this conversation was leading but she merely raised one eyebrow and grinned at me. "Bridgett was telling me about the dining facilities at that club and how great the food was," Lynne continued. "I understand you and Ellen are both members, so I thought perhaps we could have dinner there some evening. What do you think?" "That sounds great," I replied. "I'll call tomorrow and see about reservations," I replied. I again glanced at Ellen; now both eyebrows were raised and the grin had transformed into a smirk. I could see that she was going to be a great help. Just then I was rescued by Richard, calling from the lobby asking if we were ready. The three of us joined him in the dining room where, after studying the evening's offerings, we all ordered the prime rib with Yorkshire pudding. The meal was excellent, as was the glass of port severed with the meal. Finally Richard checked his watch, placed his empty wine glass on the table and announced that he had to run, then excused himself. Since I was on expense account, I charged the meal to my room and we returned upstairs. On the way up in the elevator, Lynne announced that she thought she would like to lie down again for awhile and suggested that Ellen and I spend some additional time catching up on events and discussing Ellen's new job. Back in my suite again, I asked Ellen to get us a glass of the white wine I had chilling in the 'fridge, while I lit the gas log in the fireplace. When she had poured the wine, we settled down on the sofa across from the fire and made ourselves comfortable. Ellen leaned back, placed both arms on the back of the sofa and relaxed, saying, "God Alex, you've only been over here a few days, but I had started to miss you so much. You won't believe how surprised and thrilled I was when you called me with the good news." I moved closer to her, our hips touching, and rested my head on her shoulder. "I'm so glad you accepted the position, Ellen. It's great to have you here. You're going to be a great addition to the team I'm assembling," I said, adding, "And I missed you too." We sat silently for a few moments, staring at the flickering flames in the fireplace. The twilight was deepening and the firelight flickered, sending shadows dancing about the room. Ellen broke the spell, softly placing her fingers on my chin, turning my head toward hers and lifting my lips to her own. "Please love me, Alex. God, I need you so badly," she murmured as her lips touched mine. In answer, as her hot, wet tongue invaded my mouth, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it aside, revealing her pert breasts enclosed in a sheer soft-cupped bra. Even in the dim light from the fire, I could see that her nipples were fully erect, clearly visible through the thin material of her bra. I slid my hand up under her skirt, then slowly moved it up her thigh. The crotch panel of her flimsy lace panties was very warm... and very damp. With a groan, she broke off the kiss, pulled away slightly and began removing my blouse. I unhooked the front of her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders as she slipped my blouse off. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, we were both now naked to the waist. We stared at each other hungrily for a second, the firelight dancing on our skin, our taunt nipples and flushed faces proclaiming our mutual arousal. As we embraced, our breasts mashed between our bodies, I dropped my hands to the waist band of her skirt, unfastening the button. As I drew the zipper down it made a faint hissing sound and the skirt dropped to the floor. I unfastened my own skirt, letting it also drop, then kicked it aside. Guiding Ellen backward, I eased her willing body down unto the sofa, and placing a throw pillow between the seat cushion and the low sofa arm. I quickly grasped her ankles and spun her around until she was lying on her back. Then, still holding her ankles, I moved to the end of the sofa and pulled her toward me until her back rested on the sofa cushions, her hips elevated on its low upholstered arm. Dropping to my knees, I quickly stripped her sheer panties down and off, tossing them in the general direction of our other discarded clothing. Placing my hands under her legs, I lifted them and placed them on my shoulders while leaning toward her, my mouth seeking the heat of her dark blonde muff. Parting her now swollen outer lips, I ran my tongue slowly up and down the hot valley between them. I heard Ellen sigh contentedly, then as I moved my lips to her swollen clitoris and drew it between them and sucking it gently, the sigh became a loud moan. "Oh God Alex, that's it...Right there...Yes, run your tongue around it...Yessss," she cried. At that moment, I thought I heard a slight click and shot a sidelong glance at the door. I saw it swing slowly open, and thinking it was Richard returning after his meeting, I was about to invite him to join us. But as a figure in a long white robe slipped into the room, I realized it was Lynne! In the dim firelight, I saw her freeze for a moment, apparently trying to assimilate the sight that greeted her; her friend Ellen wantonly splayed out naked on the end of the sofa, with me kneeling between her wantonly spread thighs. Ellen's hands were now locked in my hair, holding my face firmly against her exposed pussy. She was far too engaged to notice we had a visitor and I had made no move to indicate that I was aware of her presence either. I continued to work on Ellen's clit, then twisted two fingers up into her vagina while, at the same time, watching Lynne's reaction out of the corner of my eye. She stood transfixed for several moments, watching us intently as if unsure she believed what her eyes were telling her, then slowly reached up to her throat. Without taking her eyes from us, she located the robe's zipper tab and slid it down in one smooth, slow motion. With a little shrug of her shoulders she let it fall to the floor then stood silently in the flickering firelight, her firm, tight body gleaming, mesmerized by the situation she had stumbled upon. As if in a trance, she raised both hands to her small, firm breasts, caressing them with her palms before grasping her nipples and gently rolling them between her fingertips. Then she raised her right hand to her mouth and moistened her index finger with saliva before letting it slide down her belly and slip between her pussy lips, while the fingers of her other hand continued to roll and twist the swollen nipple of her breast. Continuing to ignore her presence, I drove my fingers steadily into Ellen's dripping pussy, massaging her G-spot with my fingertips as I continued to minister to her now throbbing clit with my lips and tongue. Her previously writhing hips were now grinding against my face in a far more determined manner. As Lynne continued to use her hands on her tits and pussy, I saw her nod her head slightly, as though she had resolved some inner conflict she had been struggling with, then slowly glide across the room and sink to her knees beside the sofa, her hand, still wet with her own juices, reached out to caress Ellen's. As Ellen felt Lynne's touch, her eyes snapped open and a look of shocked surprise spread across her face. "May I join you dear. It's been so long," Lynne whispered in a hesitant voice barely audible over the faint hissing of the gas log, her pleading eyes locked to Ellen's. "Of course you may, Lynne," Ellen said, her voice husked by her current activity. "The more the merrier, darling." As Lynne smiled in gratitude, she bent forward and pressed her lips to one of Ellen's breasts, sucking its turgid nipple into her mouth. Noting the look of utter bliss that spread across Ellen's face, I redoubled my attention to her clit and G-spot. While Lynne's tongue worked on one of Ellen's nipples, her hand worked on the other. Between us, we brought her to a crashing orgasm in only a few moments. With a small shriek, she locked her thighs around my head, her hips thrusting wildly as she convulsed. Lynne helped me raise Ellen to a sitting position and we joined her on the on the sofa, one on each side, our arms around her shoulders. As her emotions slowly receded, she took Lynne's face between her hands and kissed her lovingly. "Thank you, Lynne, for finally trusting me as much as you did my mother," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "It wasn't a matter of trust, my dear, it was more a matter of opportunity...and I suppose the fear of rejection. I wasn't sure you'd feel comfortable with another woman, especially one nearly twice your age. My God, I used to baby-sit you," Lynne replied. "Lynne, you have nothing to worry about on that count. You are one of the most desirable women I've ever known," I interceded. "In fact, Richard commented on that same subject when he first saw you at the airport." "I know, Bridgett also warned me about that rascal," Lynne giggled like a school girl. "She also told me about The Castle, and about you two being members. I've thought about that ever since Bridgett described what that entails. I've finally reached the conclusion that your mother was right, Ellen. I still love my husband very much, but I have my own physical needs, and as long as there are no emotional ties involved, I don't feel it's being unfaithful to scratch my itches once in awhile, as long as I'm discrete about it. That's why I've decided to ask one of you to sponsor my membership to the club." Ellen and I sat in stunned silence for a moment, then Ellen replied, "Of course, Lynne. Either of us would consider it a privilege to sponsor your membership...But are you really sure you want to do this?" "Yes, my dear, I'm very sure. However, I not saying I'm not nervous about it, after hearing the details of your induction ceremony, Alex," she said, smiling at me. I blushed slightly, silently cursing Bridgett for describing that evening's activities to Lynne, but told her that I would love to have her join our group, if indeed that was what she truly wanted. "Yes, I've thought it through, and I really want to join. I'm going to be here for three weeks this trip, and with James schedule being what it is, I'm sure I can get away a few times a year for short visits. That should be enough to keep me sane," she laughed. "And another thing, Ellen," she continued, "You've had your turn, but Alex and I are still waiting impatiently. Didn't your mother and I teach you better manners than that?" Ellen still looked a little thunderstruck by the sudden announcement of her mother's best friend but I gathered Lynne's naked body in my arms and kissed her deeply for the first time. She responded passionately, her small, warm tongue exploring my lips demanding admission. Slipping a hand down across her tight, slightly rounded belly, I cupped her softly furred mound and, with one finger, explored between her thighs. She spread them slightly, allowing me access and, as I had suspected, she was hot, wet and ready. She pulled away from my kiss and moaned, "Oh, that feels so good, Alex, but this sofa is rather confining. Couldn't we all retire to your bedroom?" I released her from my embrace and rose, pulling her to her feet along with me. As we started toward my bedroom, I turned to Ellen and said, "Come along dear, didn't you hear what Lynne said about not being greedy?" Ellen, still somewhat stunned by Lynne's unexpected revelations, moved to join us, a bewildered expression on her face. I turned on the bedside lamp at its lowest setting, causing the bed itself to be bathed in a dim glow while leaving the rest of the room in deep twilight. All three of us were nearly naked, except that I was still wearing my powder blue bikini panties and Ellen wore dark thigh-high hose. I quickly pushed my damp panties down and stepped out of them while Ellen sat on the edge of the bed and began stripping off her hose. Lynne, having nothing at all to remove, jumped up onto the bed and sat leaning back against the upholstered headboard grinning with excitement and nervously bouncing around like a teenager anxiously waiting for a pajama party to start. As she shifted around in anticipation, waiting for us, I couldn't help but notice that her breasts that, although not overly large, were perfectly proportioned, their rounded undersides standing out away from her chest wall with only the slightest hint of sagging. The tips pointed slightly upward and were crowned by slightly crinkled pinkish-brown silver-dollar sized areole which were capped by raspberry colored nipples, now aroused and distended. While they did jiggle a little from her nervous movements, they seemed much firmer than one would expect from a thirty year old... much less a woman over fifty. I couldn't believe the overall condition of her lush, ripe body. Her skin was deeply sun tanned except for the stark white bathing suit strips at her breasts and hips, her thighs strongly muscled, tapering to well-defined calves. Her stomach was smooth and tight, unblemished by bulges or stretch marks. It was not the hard-muscled stomach of a young female athlete, but rather the firm, well-toned stomach of a grown woman who takes care of her body. Her generous hips flared out from a rather narrow waist and were punctuated by her beaver. God, I hadn't thought of that archaic term since high school, but in Lynne's case the term seemed quite apt. Her rich, rich mahogany colored pubic hair was neatly trimmed and gleamed in the lamplight like a sleek, expensive prime beaver pelt. Her thighs were slightly parted and I could clearly see the beginning of her puffy, well defined pussy lips, a hint of moist pink flesh peeking out from between them. Ellen, now divested of her hose, hopped up onto the bed and knee-walked over to where Lynne waited, her breasts jiggling slightly and her cute little butt swaying to and fro. Lynne sighed contentedly and smiled at Ellen, her green eyes sparkling, as she slid down the headboard until she was lying on her back, her thighs opened, her knees drawn up. When Ellen arrived between the inviting thighs, she bent forward and placed a kiss on Lynne's upper abdomen, just below her rib cage, then started slowly working her way downward. As she reached Lynne's navel, she slowed and explored it thoroughly with her tongue, then moved on. Lynne sighed once more, closing her eyes as a shudder rippled through her body. Ellen's hot mouth continued it's slow, sensuous journey downward toward its ultimate goal. While Ellen was on her knees ministering to Lynne's obvious needs, I moved up behind her and rolled over onto my back, scooting my head in between her thighs to resume what I had started on the sofa. Lynne saw what I had in mind and worked her torso toward the middle of the bed, then reached out and grasped one of my legs, pulling my lower body toward her eager mouth. We all adjusted our positions until we found ourselves lying on our sides in a rough circle, each exploring a hot, wet pussy, each massaging and caressing a pair of firm, highly sensitive breasts. None of us, except possibly Lynne, had planned it that way, it just seemed to be the most natural thing to do under the circumstances. I only wished we were in Richard's huge four poster bed with its overhead mirror. It would have made a beautiful sight! Lynne was the first to succumb to the intense stimulation, probably because it had been so long since she had experienced an orgasm. She was flicking my clitoris gently with her expert tongue, while slowly stroking the inner walls of my pussy with two fingers when I felt her breathing suddenly increase. Her tongue also began moving faster and pressing more firmly, as her orgasm built to its crescendo. This, in turn, brought me to a peak which in turn was transferred to Ellen's pussy as I sucked harder on her clit and worked a finger into her butt, sawing it slowly in and out. I knew from experience that this was her most sensitive erotic spot. As Lynne drove me to the summit and over the top, I felt her convulse, gripping my thighs, her hair whipping my legs as she snapped her head from side to side in the throes of her release. Ellen followed within seconds, her thighs clamping tightly around my head, her pubic mound banging against my chin, her cries drowning out any sounds Lynne or I may have uttered. After a few moments, I crawled up to the head of the bed and flopped my head down on the pillow, completely spent. Lynne and Ellen soon joined me, one on each side, all of us still breathing in raspy gasps, our faces flushed. Lynne was the first to find her voice. "God, I needed that, it's been so damn long since I've felt this relaxed. Thank you both for taking pity on an old lady." I turned to her and grinned. "Old lady my ass! You damn near killed me, and I thought I was in pretty good shape. You must have discovered the fountain of youth. Either that or you're taking the best vitamins the world." "Speaking of being in good shape, Alex, you're no slouch yourself. Between Dickey and Marianne, you've been taught a few new tricks since you left Chicago," Ellen joined in. We were silent for a moment, then Lynne said, "My Lord, Ellen, that was the best sex I've had since your mother passed away." Ellen was silent for a moment, then in a cautious tone asked, "What do you mean by that, Lynne." "Oh, stop playing innocent Ellen," Lynne replied. "I know she told you about us. I made her promise she would, once we both realized she was dying. She said she didn't want to do anything to shame me, but I told her I had never been ashamed of loving her and I didn't think you would be ashamed of our feelings either. I also didn't want her to leave us with a guilty conscience." "Thank you, Lynne. You were the best friend she ever had and it's nice to know you have so much confidence in me," Ellen replied quietly. "Well now," Lynne said, in a more upbeat tone, "It's time to knock off this pity party, this is a night to celebrate. Alex, you must show us the welcoming present that young Irish lass gave you!" Damn it, I thought to myself, I wonder if Bridgett has told the Queen about that magic dildo yet. She seems to have confided in everyone else, except perhaps for the Lord Mayor of London. But aloud I said, "Sure. Just let me find it." I sat up and crawled out from between them, and moving to the side of the bed, removed the device in its black velvet storage case, from the night stand's drawer. Then I settled back down between them and handed it to Lynne. She took the case from me and turned it over in her hands, examining it closely as though it might contain something dangerous, then turned to Ellen with a conspiratorial smile. "What is it," Ellen demanded, with a confused expression. "Bridgett didn't tell me anything about any welcoming present!" "Trust me Ellen, she would have if I hadn't interrupted her when I did," I replied. To Lynne I said, "Just press that little silver button on the side to release the catch, dear." Lynne did as I suggested and the case's lid popped open. With a sharp intake of breath, Lynne exclaimed, "My Lord Alex, that looks positively intimidating!" "What the hell is it? Let me see," Ellen demanded, reaching for the case. Lynne turned away, avoiding Ellen's grasping hands, and removed the nine inch faux cock from its hiding place. "Damn, this is getting more interesting by the minute. Let me see that thing, Lynne," Ellen exclaimed. "Remember what I said about becoming greedy, Ellen," Lynne laughed, twisting away from Ellen's attempts to grab the cock from her hands. "Be patient Ellen," I said, "There's plenty of time to examine it to your heart's content, or should I say 'your pussy's content'? After all, Lynne did ask first." In order to break up the squabble over who was going to see it first, I said to Lynne, "Give it to me and let me show you how it works." I winked at her and added, "It might prove dangerous in untrained hands." They both laughed as Lynne handed it to me and waited expectantly for me to demonstrate its magical properties. I removed the remote control unit from the case and asked which one of the ladies wished to assist me. Of course both volunteered quite vocally but I said, "Ellen, why don't you help me with the demonstration and we'll let Lynne take the first test hop...so to speak." They both laughed and agreed. Handing the cock to Ellen, I instructed her to grasp its shaft firmly in both hands. I took the remote control, pressed a button, and watched Ellen's eyes grow wide as the device began to hum quietly and the shaft started to heat up. Once its temperature stabilized, about five degrees above body temperature, I pressed a second button and the shaft inflated, it skin hardening. Her face broke into a smile, which grew even broader when I pressed the third button causing the rings to expand and begin to oscillate slowly along its length. "My God Lynne, you've got to feel this," Ellen exclaimed, releasing one hand and grasping one of Lynne's, wrapping it tightly around the now alive shaft. Lynne's eyes widened in wonder as she felt the ridges racing up and down under the cock's heated sheath. "Ok, now for the final feature," I proclaimed, in my best carnival barker voice. I pressed the pink button, causing the shaft to expand and contract in a very realistic stroking motion. "Just look at that, Ellen," Lynne whispered in wonder. "God, can you just imagine how that would feel buried deep up inside you? I thought my little pink plastic dildo with the vibrator switch in its base was nice, but God, I've really got to have one of these!" I turned off all the switches, except for the heater, and laid the device aside. "Christmas is coming, Lynne," I said with a grin. "I'll check with my sources and see what I can do to fulfill your wish... If you still want to after you've tried it, that is." Ellen broke up with laughter, but Lynne merely looked at me longingly and murmured, "Please Alex... Please." I assured Lynne that I would indeed look into the matter, then said, "Alright then, Lynne, are you ready for the real test?" She nodded her head eagerly, but her nervous smile was still somewhat tentative. "Ok! Ellen, you sit up against the headboard and spread your legs so that Lynne can sit between them and lean back into your arms." As the ladies complied with my instructions, I retrieved the bottle of lubricating fluid from the nightstand and proceeded to grease up the impressively large cockhead, as well as its equally impressive shaft. Moving in between Lynne's spread thighs, I looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want to try this, dear?" "Yes, damn it, I'm sure. I wish you two would stop being so concerned about my welfare, I'm not a china doll or some immature teenager, you know," she replied, "I know my own mind, as well as my own desires." Somewhat taken aback, I solemnly nodded and glanced at Ellen, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Just get on with it, Alex," Ellen said... so I did. As I spread Lynne's flushed, swollen pussy lips with two fingers revealing the soft pink folds beneath, I leaned forward and gently sucked her clit between my lips, caressing its tip with the tip of my tongue in order to stimulate her natural lubricating juices. However, a quick check with the fingers of my other hand revealed that it was not necessary, the mouth of her tunnel was already slick with her secretions. Finding that it was impossible to align the cock properly with her pussy, I placed my hands under her butt and pulled her toward me a few inches so that she was now lying lower in Ellen's arms. Then I lodged the heated cockhead firmly in the mouth of her pussy and applied a slow, steady pressure. I heard Lynne moan softly as the cockhead began to force its way in, her pussy slowly opening up like a time-lapse video of an exotic flower transforming itself from bud to blossom. Glancing up, I saw that Ellen had turned Lynne's head toward her and was kissing her friend deeply, her fingers tweaking and stretching her nipples. Again Lynne moaned, slightly muffled this time by Ellen's lips and tongue. Once the head of the head popped through, I maintained the steady pressure until Lynne had taken a full six inches, then I stopped and let her body adjust to the stuffed feeling I remembered so well. I also remembered the other sensations evoked by this toy's other unique features. Once Lynne's internal tissues had had time to adjust to the intrusion, I pushed the button to inflate the flaccid skin of the shaft and heard the tiny air pump begin to fill the space beneath the skin, causing it to expand. I heard a surprised gasp as it conformed firmly to the contours of her interior walls. "Oh Alex, that feels so strange...And so good. I've never felt this full before! I love it!!!" she exclaimed. "I know," I replied, "It's truly is a unique experience, isn't it?" "Unique is an understatement. Wait until you feel this Ellen, it's so great!" "All in good time Lynne. Right now just relax and enjoy it," Ellen responded. Lynne sighed deeply, relaxing even more. That was the moment I picked to press the button which expanded the rings, first making sure the speed control was set to it minimum setting. I felt her thigh muscles tense as the rings expanded, then start to roll slowly up the cock's length. All thought of relaxation vanished. I eased the speed control slowly upward until it reached its midrange speed. I let it remain there for a moment or two, to let Lynne adjust to this strange new stimulus, then turned on the thrusting function, also at its slowest speed setting, allowing the cockhead gently caress the deepest regions of her vagina. Her reaction was immediate. Her thigh muscles, which had relaxed after the cock had inflated, then tensed slightly again as the rings began to move, now began to jerk involuntarily. I glanced up at her face, her eyes were tightly shut as though deep in concentration, her breath coming in short, raspy gasps. Ellen was still kissing her neck and throat, squeezing her breasts more vigorously now with a milking motion. A faint, low pitched moan started to build deep in Lynne's throat as the sensations built. Slowly I eased both the ring and thrusting speed controls upward and watched Lynne's reactions mirror the changes. Her hips began to jerk upward, as though attempting to draw the cock deeper, and the tendons in her thighs became more prominent as the muscles jerked her hips up to meet the thrusts of her phantom lover. Sensing that she was on the verge of climaxing, I smoothly increased the speed controls to maximum, driving her over the summit with a wavering scream, her pelvis thrusting wildly, before collapsing in Ellen's arms, gasping for breath. I deactivated the magic dildo and gently slipped it out of her now relaxed pussy. Her previously sleek sable pubic hair was now damp, glistening with sweat. "Jeeeeze, I practically lived at the Castle for two years, and lord knows I've had more than my share of lovers since then, but I've never seen anything affect anyone like that before! Do you think she's alright," Ellen asked, her voice concerned. "I'm sure she will be, just continue to hold and comfort her until she recovers. I have a feeling she just experienced the most intense orgasm she's ever had and it'll take a few minutes to come back to normal," I reassured Ellen. Sure enough, Lynne soon opened her eyes and kissed Ellen softly, saying, "Thank you dear for your support. It was so wonderful to feel your arms around me. For the first time, I felt that you loved me for myself, not because of some silly promise to your mother." Turning to me she said, "Alex, you've got to promise me you'll talk to Bridgett, I've really got to have one of these things. I know it will be expensive, but that's no problem. God, that was the greatest feeling in the world!" I brushed her hair back from her face and looked deep into her sparkling emerald eyes. "Yes dear, I'll ask her to have Kevin order one for you, but it may take awhile. These are custom made in Germany, but don't worry about the expense. I have a feeling the cost will be pocket change for them... more than likely they'll consider it an early Christmas present. In the meantime, you're more than welcome to borrow mine anytime you wish." As Lynne thanked me, Ellen demanded, "Hand me that torture instrument, Alex. I've got to see what all this excitement's about!" As Lynne and I curled up in each others arms while she basked in the afterglow of her massive climax, we heard the humming and buzzing of the dildo in the background, accompanied by Ellen's sighs, moans, groans, and finally screams of release. "Damn, Alex, tell Bridgett I want one of these too...If you'll approve a small salary advance," Ellen gasped. I laughed and said, "Go to sleep Ellen, we'll talk to Bridgett about it in the morning." Ellen crawled up to the head of the bed and spooned herself to Lynne's back, her hand seeking mine and squeezing it before relaxing and dropping to Lynne's breast. Soon her breathing slowed and deepened as she drifted off into sleep. Lynne, warm and relaxed by the sense of two protective bodies bracketing her, soon joined her and I wasn't far behind. Sometime later, at first uncertain when, I awoke enough to sense movement on the bed next to me. I had turned off the bedside light earlier and the room was in deep gloom, only the lights of London seeping faintly through the drawn drapes, but the clock on the nightstand glowed 3 AM. I heard Lynne whisper softly, "Mmmm, that's good, just a little to the right dear." Slitting one eye open I saw a dark silhouette crouched between Lynne's raised, splayed knees. Thinking Ellen and Lynne were at it again, and too tired to participate, I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep. I had nearly succeeded when I was dragged back to awareness by more movement and heard Lynne mummer, "Please, do it now before I change my mind. Take me across the bridge and let me feel a cock other than my husband's in me for the first time in thirty years, please.....fuckkkk mmeee now, you rascal!" My eyes snapped wide open as I heard her comment, and I saw that the silhouette was now kneeling between her thighs, one hand at his crotch, moving slowly down onto her. There was a sharp intake of breath from Lynne, as Richard smoothly entered her, then a loud moan as he must have driven his full length into her, suddenly filling her completely. "Oh my god," Lynne moaned, "Sooooo big, so deep, ssooo nice. Fuck me, dear. Please fuck me hard...Now. Oh God, I need it so badly!" My eyes again closed and I drifted back to sleep to the gentle rocking of the bed, Lynne's soft sighs of pleasure, and Richard's muted grunts as he stroked deep into her willing warmth. My last thoughts were, "I'll bet she'll be calling him 'Dickey' by morning." I also wondered how she'd enjoy all the other cocks and pussies she'd be exposed to very soon. I made a mental note to suggest to Marianne that Bridgett and Kevin's toys be introduced during her initiation. We'd have to arrange that as soon as possible. The End of Part 3 (To be Continued)