Author: Tom Kong
Title: Our First Customer
Universe: Chicks Ride High
Summary: Billy gets ridden. A menage a trois between a married couple 
    and a female through an advertised 'service'. There is intrigue! 
Keywords: MF+ FF-1st sm cons wl anal voy safe swing toys humor FF-1st 
    older marijuana 
Language: English


                         Our First Customer
                         ==================					


Pamela
======

The ad ran ... and ran. Three weeks went by without even a "nibble".

Then we got a solid "bite".

Having been swingers before, we weren't going into this blindly. We knew 
we had to have some standards if we were to succeed. We also knew we 
would have to be very "up front" with any prospective "client". 
Consequently, we did not expect every ... much less our very first ... 
contact to work out. 

An email came from "Pamela". She was slow in responding as she had just 
returned from traveling through Europe for several weeks. She had seen 
our ad in the paper and her immediate reaction was to send a response. 

We wrote back and sent her our groundrules.

Pamela responded with "Everything is okay with me, when can we start?"

Tex has a sense of humor. She set up the initial meeting at the zoo ... 
near the cat house. 

Pamela showed up on time and immediately recognized us because of our 
detailed description of ourselves. We didn't know what she would look 
like. That was for her protection ... she could take a look at us and 
keep walking if she wanted to change her mind. But we saw no hesitation 
as she approached us. Insofar as Pamela made a bee-line directly toward 
us, I'll have to say there was some serious fucking enthusiasm there. 

She was a fairly attractive lady, about 5'5'', and her wrinkles 
indicated she could have been anywhere from 50 to 60 years old. Pamela 
had dark hair heavily streaked with gray, tied up in braids and wrapped 
over the top of her head. She was wearing no makeup that I [Duh! ... a 
guy] could see. She was wearing a full length caftan which didn't reveal 
much of her figure ... although she was a little plump in the face and 
arms. What we could see was pleasant enough ... a round face, large, 
bright, brown eyes, and her smile was beaming. Rounding it all off were 
her well-worn leather sandals and granny glasses. We were looking at 
what appeared to be a refugee from the age of the flower child ... a 
leftover hippie. All of which belied what we soon learned about this 
person who had just approached us. 

I bought us some soft drinks and we sat at an umbrellaed picnic table 
and chatted. 

Pamela told us she was a recently retired school teacher from a Catholic 
school in the area ... which took us completely by surprise. She had 
spent the last 10 years counting the days until she could retire. She 
had been reluctant to do anything "crazy" while she was teaching for 
fear she would be found out and lose her job and her retirement. Then 
she added ... with enthusiasm ... "But now I'm ready!" 

I started thinking to myself, "What the hell are we getting ourselves 
into here?" Still, Tex and I were intrigued enough to continue talking 
to Pamela. 

Pamela was only a couple of years older than we were, so age was no 
problem. Likewise, we were able to relate to the way she started out in 
her career. We all started adulthood before the time of "free sex". 
Indeed, when Tex and I were married, it was right before living together 
was considered acceptable. So we understood how Pamela had started out 
her career in a religious school system and had never been able to break 
out of her original set of social/moral restraints (which are now 
considered quaint if not archaic). 

When it was our turn, we told Pamela about ourselves, our sexual 
interests, and what we thought we could do for her. She registered no 
apparent shock. In other words, she didn't run away "screaming into the 
night" about our being perverts. 

Next, we started digging ... to make sure Pamela wasn't scamming us ... 
not because we're control freaks. I began playing "20 questions" and Tex 
brought out her "bullshit detector". It was very easy, really. We 
started by probing into some of the things Pamela had told us. I asked 
particular questions about her neighborhood, for instance, where she 
shopped for groceries, whether the store had a bakery, what side of the 
store the bakery was on, and so on. They were just silly, innocent 
sounding questions, but they would "throw" a person who was making up a 
story. By watching her eyes, we could tell whether Pamela was being 
truthful. Since there was no hesitation in her answers, she wasn't 
making anything up. 

Tex gave me a silent signal that we weren't being lied to so I stopped 
my questioning. Our probing was relatively painless for Pamela, and was 
over so quickly she didn't realize what we were doing. Her story was so 
bizarre and easy to verify that we felt comfortable she wasn't working 
us for a grift. Still, we had another test for later. 

Then we told Pamela we would send her an email to let her know whether 
we wanted to pursue a relationship with her. [That was one of our 
groundrules ... no decision at the first meeting.] 

When we got back home, Tex and I talked for awhile about Pamela and our 
so-called "service". We realized we were both feeling sympathy for her. 
Yet we could see a lot of repression there waiting for release. Damn, 
this was a "dam ready to burst!" We had to ask ourselves, "Do we dare?" 

We knew we were getting into a new phase in our lives ... we would be 
dealing with complete strangers and taking some risks. There could be 
someone out there who looks for ads like ours and sees them as potential 
targets to prey on. Perhaps we're paranoid, but we decided it's better 
to be paranoid and safe than optimistic and dead. So we ran a few simple 
background checks to make sure Pamela was who she said she was. Only at 
that point were we able to decide that the answer was "Yes". We 
rationalized that this is what we wanted to do and Pamela seemed to be 
deserving of our "services". 

We wrote Pamela to tell her we found her interesting and pleasant and 
that we would like to proceed with our relationship. 

She wrote back (her email returned within 15 minutes!) that we had 
excited her and she was very happy we wanted to continue. 

Finally, we sent Pamela an email. We made our instructions 
straightforward and clear: 


Pamela,

We would like you to be our guest next Saturday for dinner and whatever 
"else" might follow. 

By 4 o'clock, Saturday afternoon:

1. Have a small overnight bag packed with a change of clothes.

2. Be dressed in a cocktail dress for dinner.

3. Be prepared to drive somewhere downtown, which should be no more than 
30-45 minutes from anywhere in the area. 

4. Check for an email, which will contain further directions.

Please let us know if this plan presents any problems to you.

Tex and Billy


Pamela's reply said "Everything sounds good to me. I'm looking forward 
to it and will be counting the hours." 


Subterfuge For Sex
==================

Our final test for Pamela would enable us to be absolutely certain she 
was alone, and, by extension, "for real". There was virtually no chance 
she was working with anyone, but we wanted to be sure. So we added a 
little intrigue to the plan. In the best case, our extra precautions 
would protect us from a criminal element. At worst, it would merely make 
Pamela's experience more fun. 

I had already picked out a hotel that was perfect for our purposes ... I 
only had to go in to make the arrangements. I knew the hotel's Concierge 
and Maitre d'h"te and had them both primed, but I wanted to make sure 
everything was in place and that they would be on duty. This took a 
little "palm grease", but not too much. Then I reserved a suite. That 
was it. 

When Saturday afternoon arrived, Tex and I checked into our suite, made 
a quick run-through to verify that the team was in place. When we saw 
the Concierge, we "thanked" him for his help and dropped off an 
extra-large suitcase, which was the last piece of the puzzle. 

Back in our room, we connected the laptop to the phone line, dialed in, 
and sent the following email to Pamela: 


Pamela,

Please follow these steps:

1. Drive downtown to the Beverley hotel. The address is 427 Fleur de Lis 
Place. 

2. Drive up to the main entrance of the hotel, take your overnight bag, 
and hand your car keys to the valet. 

3. Enter the hotel and go directly to the Concierge, whose station is on 
the far right side of the lobby. Hand your bag to the Concierge, who 
will give you a ticket for your bag. Tell the Concierge that you are 
looking for the O'Connor party. 

4. Follow the Concierge's directions.

We will see you in about one hour.

Tex and Billy


With time to spare, Tex and I went downstairs to the Carriage House, the 
classiest restaurant in the hotel. We were seated in a booth on the far 
side of the restaurant and, although we were somewhat hidden, we had a 
good view of the entrance. Besides, this was still before 5 o'clock, 
which was early, and we were the only party in the restaurant. Anyone 
entering would be obvious. We ordered wine and were comfortable while 
waiting for Pamela. 

At 5:05, we saw Pamela enter the restaurant and approach the Maitre d'. 
As soon as she spoke, the Maitre d' started moving in our direction with 
Pamela following closely behind. The Maitre d's neutral expression 
signified that Pamela was alone.

As she arrived at our table, both Tex and I greeted Pamela warmly. 
Gentleman that I am, I arose from my seat, "thanked" the Maitre d', gave 
Pamela a friendly peck on her cheek, and helped her slide into our 
booth. She looked smashing, wearing elegant makeup, a midnight blue silk 
shift with black sequins in a sunray pattern radiating from her 
neckline, her hair was braided in a French twist, she wore navy blue 
stockings, and she had on matching strappy high heels, which I thought 
made her ankles and calves appear very erotogenic. I poured her a glass 
of wine and Tex and I waited for a few moments while she took a stiff 
drink, caught her breath, gave us a tentative smile, and gazed at her 
surroundings. 

Tex broke the silence. As if she had read Pamela's mind (her puzzlement 
was obvious), Tex said, "I can see you're confused by what we've been 
putting you through. Please don't worry. Now that you're here, 
everything is in place. 

"We've ordered some appetizers. In the meantime, we'll order dinner."

Our waiter showed up, handed out menus and left us alone. The three of 
us chatted about the wealth of choices and made our selections. The 
waiter magically reappeared, took our orders, and vanished once again. 

In a few moments our appetizers arrived; they took Pamela's mind off the 
mystery we had created. We chatted amiably with Pamela and told her how 
ravishing she looked and how happy we were to have her join us. Although 
she was evidently nervous, she said she was "excited about what [she 
thought] is about to happen". 

It was ironic she said those words ... at that moment our waiter caught 
my eye and gave me the prearranged signal that everything was ready. 

Showtime ... time to "rock 'n roll".

I said to Tex and Pamela, "You know, the Carriage House has a very 
highly rated kitchen. While we're waiting to be served our dinner, why 
don't we take a tour? We're the only diners here so it should be easy to 
arrange." I signaled for the waiter to come over and I asked him if it 
would be possible for us to tour the kitchen. His answer was affirmative 
and he said he would be delighted to lead us on the tour himself. 

I said, "Okay, grab your glasses and your purses, ladies. Let's go on 
the tour." 

We got up and followed the waiter into the kitchen to see their 
marvelous facilities. As we reached the end of the tour, we saw what had 
to be our dinners being covered and loaded onto a serving table. Our 
waiter grabbed the serving table, rolled it over to the service 
elevator, and pushed the "Up" button. When the elevator door opened, the 
waiter moved the table into the elevator and asked us to follow him in. 

Which we did.

Pamela returned to her state of confusion. Her expression said, 
"Something unexpected is happening ... again." 

I said to Pamela, "We'll explain all our mysterious behavior very soon."

The waiter pressed the 'P' button for our floor and the door closed.

When the elevator stopped, we got off and followed the waiter to our 
suite. I opened the door and the waiter rolled the table into the room 
to the dining table, which overlooked a gorgeous view of the bay. 

After the waiter finished laying the dinners out, he opened another 
bottle of wine, refilled our glasses, and disappeared. 

Pamela stood there, looking at the spread, the room, the view, and then 
at us. We looked back at her, waiting with anticipation. Several long 
minutes passed before she said anything. All she could say was, "But, my 
bag ...", and paused as if lost in thought. 

I said, "Don't worry, it's right here." Then I reached down and opened 
the suitcase we had given the Concierge. I took out her overnight bag 
and placed it on a suitcase rack. 

That's when Tex took over. She directed Pamela to sit down at the table 
where her dinner had been placed. Tex sat down next to her, placed her 
hand on Pamela's and, in a calming voice, explained: 

"My dear Pamela, you must think that either we are international 
kidnappers or else we need to be placed in the looney bin. The actual 
case is simply that we like to take precautions. We're too old to not be 
cautious. Now, please eat your dinner ... it's getting cold." 

Pamela seemed to come around a little at that point, focused on her 
glass of wine, took a large swallow, and started eating. She looked at 
me, and then looked back at Tex, expectantly. 

Tex continued, "We felt certain you were safe for us and that we could 
trust you, but we wanted to be ABSOLUTELY certain. Please understand ... 
until we got you into this room and we knew that no one had followed 
you, we couldn't be sure that you weren't working with someone else. 

"As far as we know, you may be working with a blackmailer who wants to 
catch us in flagrante delicto. Heavens knows, there is no one who would 
be even remotely interested in our sexual activities. All the same, we 
went through this elaborate scheme simply to get you here and to make 
sure you are alone. 

"This whole thing was carefully planned and set up. We had the hotel 
picked out a long time ago. The Concierge and Maitre d' were enlisted to 
help. That suitcase over there was planted earlier so your bag could be 
delivered here without detection." 

That's when I piped in, "Pamela, let's suppose, for example, that you 
ARE working with a partner who wants to extort money from an older 
couple simply because they would be an easy mark. 

"When you arrived at the hotel, your partner would have been lucky 
merely to follow you into the hotel lobby in time to see you speak to 
the Concierge. Your partner certainly could not have followed you into 
the restaurant undetected. After you handed your bag to the Concierge, 
he carried it into the storeroom ... and, while in there and not visible 
to the lobby, he slipped your bag inside our planted suitcase. A porter 
took our suitcase from the storeroom and brought it up to our room. If 
your accomplice had been in the lobby, he couldn't have followed your 
bag to our room because your bag was hidden. 

"Your accomplice also wouldn't have anticipated that we were going to 
follow our waiter from the kitchen up to our room on the service 
elevator. In addition to all of this, no one can get to this floor ... 
the penthouse suites floor ... without a key card. So, at this point, if 
you have a partner, he ... or she ... is still in the lobby wondering 
where you are." 

Then Tex said, "We are satisfied now that Billy and I are safe. If you 
are truly our "guest", then you are safe here with us also. If you're 
working with someone else, however, and you aren't here for the S-E-X, 
you probably won't want to stay. As we told you before, you're free to 
leave at any time." 

The dawn of understanding slowly broke across Pamela's face. Then she 
started to smile ... in fact, she started crying little tears of joy. 
She said (as she wiped her eyes with her napkin and sniffled), "You two, 
with your little mystery, have given me the most exciting experience 
I've ever had in my life. If it's all the same with you, I think I'll 
continue to think in terms of the 'international kidnapper' scenario so 
I can stay on this thrill ride a little longer." 

Tex said, "That's the spirit. I think that we'll all have a good time 
with that plan. Besides, only rarely do victims get to strip their 
captors, tie them to a bed, slap them around, and 'rape' them." 

I wasn't sure exactly what Tex meant by her last comment ... and I 
wondered if I shouldn't be feeling a little nervous. 


Party On
========

When we finished eating dinner, Tex stood up, walked over to her purse 
on the top of a side table and pulled out a cigarette lighter and a 
joint containing some very potent marijuana, a strain appropriately 
named "Mt. Matnuska Thunderfuck". 

Tex said to Pamela, "Now that we're ready to relax, why don't you come 
outside with me to catch a breath of fresh air. You and I can watch a 
beautiful sunset from the balcony." Pamela stood up and walked over to 
the balcony door Tex was holding open and they walked out onto our 
secluded, screened-in balcony. 

I caught the hint ... this was private. I followed them with their wine 
glasses, placed them on the table beside where they were standing, and, 
like our waiter, disappeared. My job was to have room service clear up 
our dinner dishes and lay out desserts and munchies on the sideboard. 

[When the room service staff left, I added a plate of my special "Alice 
B. Toklas" brownies to the dessert layout. I then added a pinch of the 
marijuana to the stem of my vaporizer (my favorite accessory due to the 
rush I get), and took a hit so I would be ready to join the party ... if 
invited.] 

I sat in a well-positioned easy chair to enjoy whatever came next. 
Shameless voyeur that I am, I watched Tex and Pamela through the glass 
door. Pamela was sipping her wine and Tex lit up the joint, inhaled, and 
then offered it to Pamela. Much to my surprise, Pamela accepted it, 
smiled, and took one hell of a long hit. Pamela had some knowledge of 
marijuana, although she admitted never having anything so potent as we 
shared with her. 

[I found out from Tex later that Pamela had been married for a short 
while about twenty years earlier to a guy who was into drugs. He also 
was into cheating and, after she caught him in the act, she had gotten 
an anullment to the marriage ... which had been critical for her job as 
a Catholic school teacher.] 

There is a Latin expression: In vino veritas. Literally, it means that 
there is truth in wine. As a practical matter, it means that, while 
drinking alcohol, people will open up and start talking. Pamela was 
sipping her glass of wine ... and talking. I could see the dam starting 
to burst; there was a catharsis occurring before my eyes. Years of 
repressing desires were starting to roll over Pamela emotionally ... and 
she broke down and cried. 

Tex embraced Pamela to comfort her. Pamela clung to Tex like a child.

The longer Tex held her, the more Pamela relaxed. The more relaxed she 
became, the more Pamela caressed Tex's back, her shoulders, and then 
began touching her face and her hair. Tex looked like she was enjoying 
this since she responded in kind. Then Tex took Pamela's face into her 
hands and gently kissed her forehead (which was difficult since Tex was 
about 2 inches shorter than Pamela). 

That's when the dam finally burst. Pamela, still in tears, started 
kissing Tex on the lips, tentatively at first, but when Tex gave her no 
resistance, she gradually became more passionate. Her hands were all 
over Tex. She was feeling Tex's ass, cupping her tits. Kissing, kissing, 
... kissing. She reached for the zipper of Tex's dress and started 
unzipping. Tex, who has never shown any lesbian interests, reciprocated. 

In only seconds, they were both down to their lingerie: bras, panties, 
garter belts, stockings, and high heels. 

Tex, who had been wearing a conservative cocktail dress, albeit in fire 
engine red, white stockings, and matching red high heels, was now 
wearing only her lacy white bra and panties, and a garter belt that was 
holding up her stockings. She was still in her heels, which gave her 
legs a sexy look. At a little over 110 pounds and at 5'3", and despite 
her "tummy", a remnant of child-rearing, she still had curves in her 
waist that I find damn near heart stopping. 

Pamela, still in her strappy high heels, was now wearing only very sheer 
intimates consisting of matching navy blue bra (a well filled 'D' cup, 
if an "ounce"), and thong panties. Her thigh high stockings were highly 
erotic with their scalloped design in the elastic at the top. She had at 
least 35 pounds over Tex and a "full bodied" figure ... and, okay, maybe 
some cellulite. But I found her an only-slightly-over-prime Reubenesque 
model ... and her thong panties worked for me. 

I suddenly realized that I had just witnessed the most salacious display 
of sensual desire I had ever seen. I almost felt lecherous for having 
"peeped" at this carnal treasure. NOT! 

Then a serious expression crossed Pamela's face ... she said a couple of 
words to Tex. They both walked into the room from the balcony and Tex 
said to me, "We have to pee and I'm going to show Pamela how to use the 
bidet". Tex grabbed her purse and they marched into the master bathroom 
together and closed the door behind them! 

I kept my mouth shut. But I thought to myself, "What did she mean by 
'We'?" As the gracious host, it was not my business to ask why women 
need to need help each other take a piss. I grabbed some hangers from 
the closet and went out onto the balcony and retrieved their dresses. 

While I waited for the bidet lesson's conclusion ... which seemed 
extraordinarily lengthy ... I changed the sound system from the elegant 
classical music we listened to as we dined to a channel with some sexy, 
slow blues. 

Although I didn't ... exactly ... place my ear against the bathroom 
door, I was still able to gather a few bits of data. First, I heard 
sighs of relief. Second, someone in the bathroom lit up another joint. 
Third, I heard what sounded much like "Ummmmmmmm". And finally, I heard 
a very distinctive "Ohmigodohmigodohmigod!", which I think was Pamela's 
voice. I don't think I will ever fully appreciate the "attraction" that 
women have to the bidet. 

When Tex and Pamela finally came out of the bathroom, they looked a 
little flushed in the face, but they were both smiling. Indeed, as 
people say in the southern USA, they were "wearing shit eatin' grins". 

Then Tex walked over to me and said, "Okay, Pamela, if you really want 
to participate in our menage a trois , your assignment, should you 
choose to accept it, is to strip Billy!" It was incredible to me, but 
Pamela's smile grew even wider and brighter. 

Pamela said, "I accept the assignment!", and she came over to where Tex 
and I were standing and began by slipping off my dinner jacket. Then 
came the bow tie, cummerbund, suspenders, and shirt. When she undid the 
waist fasteners and zipper of my pants, she let them drop to the floor. 
She pulled off my undershirt and began slowly massaging my crotch. I was 
getting a stiffie. She began caressing my chest, running her hands 
through the hair, and then suckling my nipples. 

Tex, who had already removed her own bra, stepped behind Pamela and 
began caressing Pamela's sides, her hips, and her tits, all the while 
rubbing her crotch against Pamela's ass. Tex was undulating in time with 
the slow, sexy music. This was a scene they could NOT have shown in the 
movie Dirty Dancing. 

Then Tex undid Pamela's bra hooks and worked the strap off her right 
shoulder and, very slowly, worked the strap off her left shoulder and 
gradually slipped the bra completely from her arms. My mind was in 
overdrive, flipping little "wheelies" off the wall (as they once used to 
say) as I was staring at a very nice pair of slightly sagging, but 
definitely D-cup, torpedo-shaped hooters with rosebud pink nipples. I 
didn't see much of Pamela's tits, however, as Tex's hands were busy 
massaging them as she mashed her own tits into Pamela's back. 

At that point, either Pamela had to take off my shoes in order to remove 
my pants, or I had to. I was hoping she would do it because I find the 
prospect of having a nearly naked female on the floor untying my shoes 
highly erotic. Tex came to her rescue ... she made me sit down and then 
she and Pamela both took off my shoes and stripped off my pants. 

Tex told me to stand up again, and Pamela began to slowly work my jockey 
shorts off my hips and down my legs. This took an inordinate amount of 
time considering that she did it one-handed, that is to say, she did it 
with one hand while her other hand was busy stroking my very happy cock. 


Sent To The Showers
===================

When I was finally stripped, Tex took charge and said, "Billy, go take a 
shower!" And, so, I took a shower. At the time, I guessed that was to be 
my equivalent of their bidet experience. However, I was surprised by the 
tone of Tex's voice. Tex knows I like to take a nice, long hot shower 
after I've had some grass. I can easily go 15-20 minutes luxuriating in 
the warm spray ... I like a good stroke-a-thon as much as the next guy. 
Tex wouldn't ordinarily need to "command" me to take a shower, however, 
so something seemed out of whack ... and I finally began to feel nervous 
... and very excited. 

I went into the bathroom ... but I had a plan. I left the door open and 
the lights off. After groping around in the dark for awhile, I finally 
found all of the controls and got the shower going. I got in and took a 
nice, hot, but relatively short, shower. I hopped out of the shower 
stall without turning the water off, grabbed a towel and quickly dried 
myself. I quietly slipped out of the bathroom and heard moaning sounds 
coming from the bedroom. Since my curiosity had been piqued, I "peeked" 
through the bedroom doorway. 

After seeing what I saw, you could have bowled me over with a feather. 

Several years ago, I had given Tex an 18" long, double-headed dildo, 
which she had never taken an interest in. Well, she obviously had 
brought it along because she and Pamela appeared "very interested" in 
that double dong now. 

If I had been a lecherous voyeur before, I was a mere amateur back then. 
At that very moment, I graduated into the professional league of dirty 
old men. What I was looking at was awesome! They had stripped off their 
panties and shoes, but were still wearing stockings and garter belts. I 
could never have dreamed of such a libidinous picture. 

The blankets were pulled back on the king sized bed and they were taking 
full advantage of all that space. They both had their right knees raised 
slightly, laying over the other's left leg. Their snatches were sliding 
up and down the "party pole" synchronously ... that is, they shoved 
themselves down onto the dildo at the same time, and pulled off at the 
same time ... lifting their hips as they pulled out and dropping their 
derrieres as they pushed down. They probably had just started their 
double dipping "exercise" because they were still building up speed ... 
going gradually faster and faster. I simply could not believe the energy 
of those two "old biddies" simul-fucking each other. 

After what seemed like an eternity, I could hear Tex start to breathe in 
that tense way she breathes as she starts to cum. Pamela, on the other 
hand, was grunting with her thrusts and then she began sobbing big 
moans. I gathered that she was climaxing also. 

Fortunately for me, between their excited fuck moans and the sound of 
the running shower, my stifled breathing had gone undetected. The idea 
of letting them think they had a secret seemed judiciously wicked to me 
... which left me as the one with the secret ... and I can keep a 
secret! I decided to go back into the bathroom and "finish" my shower 
and formally rejoin the party. So I got back into the shower and, after 
what I had seen, turned the water to cold for several minutes. I made a 
point of loudly turning off the shower and getting out and drying 
myself. I then called out from the bathroom and told them I was coming 
out ... and added, "if it's okay with you". 

Tex answered, "Wait a minute, Pamela isn't ready for you to see her yet 
... she still has feelings of modesty. So I'm going to blindfold you." 
Then she added, "Then we're going to strap you to the bed and smoke 
another joint to help us relax before she's ready." 

Knowing what I had seen, I thought to myself, "Oh sure, riiiiigggghhht, 
you need to relax all right ... 'modesty', my ass! " And then I thought, 
"Be still my foolish heart." 

Tex came over to the bathroom door and made me turn around while she 
tied the blindfold. She grabbed one of my hands and Pamela grabbed the 
other. Then Pamela said, "Oh, Billy feels so cold! He's freezing." And 
Tex replied, "Yeah, poor Billy" and continued pulling me over to the 
bed. 

Since I had pre-positioned the black web straps and Velcro-fastening 
cuffs, it didn't take very long at all for them to have me trussed up 
like a Christmas goose. Pamela then asked, "Should I lie on top of him 
to warm him up?" and Tex answered, "No, I think Billy's too hot to 
handle right now as it is" and she grabbed my fully erect cock and 
pumped it up and down several times. Then Tex said, "Okay, we've got 
your 'international kidnapper' under bondage. Let's go 'relax' with that 
joint and figure out what you want to do with him." 

I realized by now that I wasn't the center of this menage a trois like I 
had planned. It was starting to look like I was going to be merely a 
"bench (bed?) warmer". As they started to leave, I asked, "Wasn't there 
some 'sex' planned for this party?" Pamela started to reply, "Well, 
we've already ..." and Tex interrupted with " ... already talked about 
that." And then I heard "Shhhhhh" followed by a stifled laugh from 
Pamela. 

So, there I was, blindfolded and bound to the bed. I was suffering 
sensory deprivation. Maybe the blindfold was the karmic reward I was 
destined to receive for all of my peeking. All I could do was listen ... 
which just so happens to be a skill that I have honed well. My only 
option, then, was to bring my audio sensors up to maximum receptivity. 

I heard Tex and Pamela leave the bedroom and go out to the living room. 
I heard someone "flick a Bic". I heard a champagne bottle pop and 
hysterical giggles. Then I heard Pamela say, "Ooooh, look, brownies!" 

And I thought, "Ahhhh ... sweet revenge ... set 'phasors' on stun, Mr. 
Spock!" 

Things got quiet for awhile after that. I thought to myself, "They're 
eating, drinking, smoking pot ... all of the fun things one expects to 
do at a party. And where am I? Resting! It was still relatively early in 
the evening, so they weren't going to fall asleep out there ... were 
they?" 

They must have "relaxed" for 30 or so minutes, before I started hearing 
the strains of Gloria Gaynor singing "I Will Survive". "Oh, no", I 
thought to myself, "Tex is teaching Pamela how to sing and dance to THAT 
song!" THIS was simply inhumane. Tex is sooooo sexy when she dances and 
strips to that number. My erection came back with a vengeance as I 
imagined the two of them out there shaking their "boobies". To heap 
insult on injury, Tex restarted the song and went through the whole 
thing again. 


Chicks And Hogs
===============

Then everything turned very quiet. Suddenly, there was a lot of laughing 
and giggling and I heard them burst into the bedroom. 

Tex fired up her lighter and inhaled from a joint. Then she held the 
joint up to my lips for me to inhale. She pulled it away when I got a 
lungful. Pamela fed a bite of brownie into my mouth as she and Tex took 
some hits. After Pamela fed me a bite of brownie, she positioned her 
body over my face and began side-to-side slapping my face with her tits. 
At this same time, Tex was holding my dick in her hands and put her 
mouth over it and applied suction like she had never done before. Then 
Pamela inserted one of her nipples between my lips, which I greedily 
suckled. 

Then they repeated the cycle: inhale from the joint ... bite of brownie 
in the mouth ... tittie slapping ... dick suction ... nipples in the 
mouth, over and over. 

"Is this meant to be torture?" I asked myself. But then I finally 
realized, "Naaaahhh ... if torture were really their intent, it would be 
'cruel and perverted' punishment ... and in the USA there are 
Constitutional protections from that, aren't there? Well, at least I'm 
back in the party. Oh, joy!" 

Then Tex asked, "Pamela, how do you want sex the 'first' time?"

Pamela responded that she wanted to have the advertised "Chicks Ride 
High" service. Then the most incredible words came out of Pamela's 
mouth: "Wow! I can't believe we're finally doing this. I've never felt 
so free in my life. My fantasy has been to pretend I'm a biker chick 
ready for her first solo on her Harley hog! And now I get to fuck my OWN 
brains out on my hog ... this chick's going to ride sooooo high!" 

And, "Whoooooohooooo, to you too!", I thought.

I heard Tex go over to the toy bag and pull out the PPA and Malibu 
Tuxedo belt. She slipped the PPA through the harness' hole and then came 
over to me and said, "Okay, Billy, lift up your butt so I can slip the 
belt around you." I complied and Tex put the belt and PPA on me ... 
slipping the PPA over my swollen cock, and cinched the belt down tight. 
She handed Pamela a condom and a bottle of lubricant. She told Pamela 
that the condom makes the PPA safe to share and that the lubricant makes 
it "really juicy". 

I felt Pamela applying a liberal amount of "love juice" to the PPA. And 
then our "chick" mounted "her hog" for a very "high ride". Since the PPA 
had to accommodate my erect dick, it was wider than the double-headed 
dildo she and Tex had used between them. Pamela straddled me, sitting 
over my stomach, leaning forward, and tried to guide the PPA into her 
"eager beaver". Tex said, "Here, let me help you" and pointed the PPA 
into the main entrance to Pamela's tunnel of love. 

As Pamela was beginning to push back against the PPA, Tex stopped her 
and said, "Wait, don't you need to 'kickstart' the motor?" 

Pamela, a little flustered, nodded her head and replied sheepishly, 
"Yeessss, I guess so." 

Then Tex said, "The best way to kickstart this hog is to slap Billy in 
the face a couple of times. Billy likes that and, believe me, it'll 
really get your engine running." 

So Pamela sat up a little, which in itself pushed her pussy down onto 
the PPA about an inch. She was a little unsure about giving me a good 
swat ... which I really enjoy while stoned. As I felt her sitting back 
to go into her backswing, I raised my hips, which penetrated her pussy a 
little further. During the swing, she leaned forward and her pussy 
lifted off the PPA. I lowered my hips to help retract the PPA. 

As Pamela's hand hit my cheek (a solid, albeit, tentative slap), she 
began sitting back to prepare for the next swing. I reversed my hip 
motion and shoved upward as hard and fast as I could. I didn't get it in 
very far ... she was still tight ... but I had made some progress. I 
heard Pamela give out an "Oooooofff!" with that. She leaned forward to 
slap me again ("Much better!", I thought) and I retracted ... she sat 
back and I thrust. This went on for maybe a dozen times. We were 
gradually picking up speed and penetration depth. 

Then Tex said, "All right, you go girl ... fuck yourself good!", and 
Pamela stopped the slapping and really started "riding high". 

It was fantastic for me ... everything I could have ever hoped for: the 
"kickstart" had the "impact" I crave (Tex says "It hurts my hand too 
much!") and now Pamela's big, soft, fleshy tits were slamming into my 
chin and "kickstarted" face. 

I don't know if it was sympathy for me or if she simply wanted an 
audience, but Pamela reached down and grabbed the blindfold at the back 
of my head and pulled it off. "Oh, thank you, God, I see a vision!", I 
thought to myself. 

Then I saw Tex get up on the bed behind Pamela and begin massaging 
Pamela's thighs, torso, and tits. 

Pamela was going like hell for leather now, and she was very vocal with 
her moans, which were in rhythm with her motions. After several 
unimaginably phenomenal minutes like this, Tex put her hands around 
Pamela's hips and started pulling her down and back, harder and faster. 
I was lifting my hips up to meet Pamela's pussy ... and we were having a 
fantastic "slammin' jam". 

After another minute of this, Pamela started cumming, and I don't mean 
some wimpy little cum, either. She began crying ... again ... but this 
time with big, loud, hysterical sobs, and repeating "This is sooooooo 
incredible." Her orgasm went on for several minutes at that level. 

"Well," I thought to myself, "I've just had my payday!" I didn't need an 
orgasm for myself after that. My heart was pumping, my adrenaline was 
flowing. Talk about awesome! Merely being a participant in that event 
was one of the great moments in history. 

It took Pamela a good 5 minutes after she stopped cumming before she 
could relax her cunt enough to slide off the PPA. She literally rolled 
over and collapsed on the bed beside me, lying on her back, her head 
lying on my bound arm. Tex moved over to Pamela and lay down on top of 
her, kissing her face, her neck, suckling her nipples, and began "box 
bumping". I guessed that this was Tex's way to help Pamela slow down her 
descent from the incredible "high" she had just had while riding me. 
Pamela seemed to enjoy Tex's ministrations ... she was bumping back. 

I actually started to feel a little sad at that point. I thought "It's 
going to be downhill from here ... after all, it couldn't get any better 
than this. Could it?" But I soon realized that, while it may not get 
better, it sure as hell can continue. 

After a few minutes, Tex got off of Pamela and put a fresh condom and 
lubricant on the PPA. Then she straddled my chest and prepared for her 
ride. Having a great deal more sexual experience than Pamela, Tex knew 
exactly where her pussy was, lined herself up, and then shoved. She only 
took a half dozen short thrusts before she was "locked and loaded". I 
guess seeing Pamela get off really got Tex "wired" for this because the 
next thing she said was "Yahoo, this chick is ridin' high, too!" 

Pamela apparently had caught her breath by this time ... she rolled over 
on her side and was leaning on her elbow facing us, smiling. It must 
have been obvious to her that Tex had everything under control. 

Then Tex's whole body stiffened and her breathing became labored. "Unh - 
unh - unh --- unh." She was slowing down as her climax took control of 
her entire being. Tex became rigid, almost catatonic, which is her 
normal way of finishing her gigantic climaxes. Tex quickly came down 
from her orgasm and was able to relax her pussy enough to slide off 
relatively easily. She rolled off into the narrow space between Pamela 
and myself and cuddled between us while she caught her breath. 


My Religious Experience
=======================

After a few minutes, Tex climbed off the bed and walked over to the toy 
bag and pulled out another dildo. This one was a "boomerang" dildo. It's 
a double-headed dildo, but its shape is more of a "V" and is designed so 
it can be worn with a Malibu Tuxedo by one female to simultaneously fuck 
herself and someone else. One end goes into the wearer's pussy and the 
other goes into her partner's pussy (or rectum). Tex came back with the 
boomerang dildo and started disconnecting the Malibu Tuxedo from around 
my middle. "Lift your hips, Billy", she said as she slipped the Malibu 
Tuxedo off of me. 

Tex removed the PPA from the Malibu Tuxedo and inserted the boomerang 
dildo. Then she turned to Pamela and said, "Here, slip this end into 
your pussy, and strap it on tight. Understand?" 

Pamela nodded and smiled.

Tex said to me, "Okay, Billy, I'm going to release you. See if you can 
be a good boy and behave ... all you need to do is fuck me." Then Tex 
released the Velcro on all the cuffs and lay down on the bed on her 
back, her legs splayed, flashing me with her gorgeous, gushing, gaping 
gash. 

"What's this", I thought, "all I'm going to get is the fucking 
missionary fucking position?" But I knew better than to argue with Tex 
when she gets like this ... especially when she's horizontal with her 
legs spread wide! ... so I got up onto my knees in front of her, 
hand-pumped my cock a couple of times, and slipped it "in like Flynn"! 

With all the excitement, I began to cum too quickly and started to pull 
out. Then Tex asked, "Where do you think you're going, Buster?" and she 
looked at Pamela and said, "Okay Babycakes. Lube that thing up, and then 
put some of your lubed-up fingers into Billy's asshole to 'prime' him. 
Pull 'em out and then shove your new 'cock' into him." 

I couldn't see Pamela from my position, but I heard a soft gasp, and 
then she said ... in an excited tone "... Okay". 

Simply by hearing Tex speak, I lost some of the urgency of my orgasmic 
rush ... so I was able to keep fucking her without ejaculating. But now 
I knew that things were not only NOT going to get worse ... they were 
going to get MUCH better. 

Then Pamela stuck one, and then two, fingers in my rectum. "Omigod!" I 
said. 

She slowly worked them in and out for awhile. For a sexual "newbie", she 
seemed to pick up the finer points of sexual perversion quickly ... she 
gave me a good hand-rimming. And then she pulled her fingers out. 

They say that it's always darkest right before the dawn. But there's 
another expression: "It's always darkest just before things go totally 
black." And that's what happened to me ... seemingly in slow motion ... 
knowing that Pamela was right behind me inching "her" cock toward my 
asshole ... my mind must have freaked at the prospect! 

As soon as Pamela touched the dildo's tip to my sphincter, and had 
barely started sliding it in and out, I started having a "cherry" 
orgasm, that is, an orgasm just like the one I had the very first time I 
masturbated, back in my "ancient" childhood. And my cum went on ... and 
on ... and on ... and on. Things indeed went totally black as I passed 
out. 

The next thing I remember was Tex and Pamela laughing at me as they 
rolled me off of Tex and onto my back on the bed. 

"I've just died and been to heaven in one of those out-of-body 
experiences", I thought to myself. I simply knew I had had sex with 
angels. And now Tex and Pamela, like a couple of party poopers, had to 
go and pull me back ... and they were laughing. "No fair!" 

Under normal circumstances, after sex, I give Tex a good cuddlin' to 
help her come down from her afterglow. I wasn't going to be any good for 
her this time, though. I was completely drained. In addition to being 
"used and abused", I had been tossed aside. Some "international 
kidnapper" I turned out to be. Still, I knew my "feminine side" had been 
fully satiated. In any event, Tex and Pamela pulled the covers over my 
inert body, gently kissed me on the forehead, and shut the door as they 
left the bedroom. 


The Morning After The Night Before
==================================

I woke the next morning to find Tex in bed cuddling up to me and Pamela 
cuddling up to Tex. I quietly slipped out of the bedroom and closed the 
door. After taking care of my morning ablutions, I peeked back into the 
bedroom to look at the "angels" sleeping in my bed. I saw that Pamela 
was awake and was starting to get up. She saw me looking at her and put 
her finger to her lips in the universal "Shhhh!" sign as she pulled the 
covers over Tex's shoulders. She then padded over to the doorway in all 
her naked glory. She slipped through the door as I pulled it shut. 

I whispered, "I'm a light sleeper."

Pamela responded with "Me too, but we didn't come to bed for several 
hours after you fell asleep." 

Pamela headed into the bathroom and freshened herself up.

In a short while, Pamela came out of the bathroom into the kitchenette 
where I was boiling water for some tea. I said, "On Sunday mornings, Tex 
likes a late, leisurely breakfast ... actually a brunch. I usually feel 
a need to put something into my stomach before that, though ... like 
chocolate. I was going to make myself a cup of tea and have a brownie. 
Do you want anything?" 

Pamela said, "A cup of tea and a brownie sounds great to me. I'm a 
chocoholic, so I can eat it anytime." 

"You know", I said, "I meant to tell you last night ... except that I 
was 'all tied up' ... that those brownies have marijuana in them." 

She responded, "That explains their unique flavor ... I thought they had 
the flavor of pistachio nuts ... and it also explains the fact that I 
felt all tingly for much of the night." 

I said, "Well, if you eat one now, your body will start to feel 'all 
tingly' again in about a half hour", as I grabbed the plate of brownies 
and came back into the kitchenette. We sipped our tea and started 
feeding each other brownies. 

That's when I had my first really good look at Pamela's nipples. They 
looked like small, pink raspberries ... long, wide, and cylindrical. 
"What delicacies these morsels be" I thought to myself. I was starting 
to feel a little affectionate by then ... so I asked Pamela if I could 
kiss her. When she smiled and nodded, I pulled her up to me and planted 
a kiss full on her lips. 

Things started getting out of control at that point. Not sexually, per 
se. It was merely that Pamela was kissing me back ... a little too hard. 
Then she began massaging my tonsils with her tongue. I actually felt a 
little frightened as I found myself involuntarily giving her tongue 
"deep throat". 

I decided I had better do a quick sanity check with Pamela ... 
immediately, and said, "Whoa, slow down there, Pilgrim! You don't want 
to get too carried away with this. You've got to remember: Tex and I 
like you and we MAY want to do something like this again, but don't go 
getting yourself hooked on us. When this weekend is all over, you're 
going back to your own real world ... and I guarantee you you're going 
to have a physical and emotional crash and burn. We're here with you 
this weekend, but we may not be 'there' for you in the future ... if you 
catch my meaning." 

Pamela looked me straight in the eye and gave me a sad, wry smile. She 
said, "I understand. But goddammit, I've never had anything like this 
ever before in my life and I'm only trying to make the most of it right 
now ... this minute." 

To that I could only reply, "Okay then, Babycakes, come to Poppa!"

After Pamela nearly sucked my face off, I broke loose and we downed our 
cups of tea. I said, "Did you get a chance to try my vaporizer for 
smoking pot last night?", as I picked up the unit and showed it to her? 
She shook her head. Then I said, "Well, Tex likes to use joints because 
of the ritual of sharing them. They're okay, but I don't find them very 
efficient. Let me demonstrate." I loosely packed some grass in the stem, 
put it back into the base of the unit, and inhaled through the stem. 

Pamela said, "That's really interesting ... no smoke and no odor."

I said, "Not only that, but this gives a rush like you wouldn't believe. 
Now you try it", and I packed a fresh load into the stem for her. She 
held the unit up to her mouth and inhaled, slowly but steadily. 

After she took the unit from her lips, she stood there for a few 
moments, in a stupor, and finally said, "My God, that's fucking 
amazing!" 

While she was temporarily "zoned out", I was fixated on Pamela's 
"raspberry" nipples. I could have sworn she had just had an erection! I 
was facing her and I raised my left index finger to right beneath her 
right nipple. And I said, "Now that's what's fucking amazing." 

Pamela, regaining focus, asked, "What's fucking amazing?"

I said, "Your nipples. I swear they've just doubled in size. They look 
hard as a rock. I think you've got a nipple erection." I moved my left 
thumb to above her right nipple and began to softly squeeze it against 
my index finger. Then I started to suckle on her left nipple and heard 
Pamela start to moan. I asked her, "How does that feel?" 

She said, "Don't stop. Pleeeeeeease don't stop!"

I went on for about 30 more seconds like that. Then I said, "Let's do 
that again!" I packed another load and inhaled it. Then I packed a load 
for her and she took it, greedily this time. And then I started 
squeezing her right nipple and suckling her left nipple all over again. 
Then I let my right hand rest over her navel and started it on its 
descent. As I reached her bush, I felt Pamela arch her back. I pushed 
further, sliding my hand into and parting her labia. She moved her right 
foot out to the right. I started to slip my fingers into her dripping 
pussy ... and all she could say was "Auuuuugggghhh...". 

When Pamela came back to her senses she said, "Billy, I want to have you 
cum inside me." 

I answered, "Sorry, no can do, Babycakes. It's not that the spirit isn't 
willing or that Tex would mind. It's only that my little buddy has a 
problem in strange pussy. It's been diagnosed as performance anxiety. My 
cock may be stiff right now, but as soon as I slip into you, it'll fail 
me. That's why the PPA is such a wonderful aid for me. I can put it on 
and slide it in you, and my cock inside it will be just as hard as it is 
now because it knows ... it doesn't have to perform." 

To that, Pamela said, "Well, pooh! If that's the way it is, then let's 
put the PPA on you, because I want to get fucked ... and I mean fucked 
right now!" 

I went over to where the PPA was sitting, laid out among an array of all 
of our sex toys lying on towels on the sofa. I said, "Well, it looks 
like Tex and you held a little 'Schtupperware Party' for pampered 
pussies last night. Is that what happens after I pass out?" All I got 
from Pamela was another one of those "shit eatin' grins". I strapped on 
the PPA, slipped a condom over it, started lubing up, and said, "Where 
do you want to do it?" 

Pamela said, "Right here, on the floor."

I said, "But floors are dirty. People walk on them with their shoes."

She responded, "That's okay, I already feel like a really naughty, dirty 
bitch ... and I'll take a shower later. Now fuck me!", as she lay down 
on the floor and spread her legs wide and pulled her knees up." 

I said, "Well, as long as you put it thaaaaaat way ... okay, here it 
comes, Babycakes. I'll start this, but remember, you have to finish on 
top since 'Chicks Ride High'." I slipped my counterfeit cock into her 
honey hole and started pushing. I was going to show no mercy ... each 
thrust was powered to go deep. When I hit the bottom of her abyss, I 
began to pump, fast and furiously. She seemed to be loving it ... if 
that's what a facial expression of enraptured agony implies. 

As I started to tire, I said, "Okay, I've had my fun. It's time for you 
to get back on top." I slipped completely out of her pussy and moved 
across the room ... to force her to break her orgasmic concentration and 
follow me. I figured I'll take a shower later too, so I lay on the floor 
with the PPA sticking straight up into the stratosphere. Pamela groaned 
but then got up onto her hands and knees and literally crawled over. She 
straddled my waist, lined up the PPA, and went straight down to the 
hilt. Then up, and down, and on and on. Neither alignment assistance nor 
kickstart were necessary this time. 

As soon as Pamela was starting to get into a good rockin' rhythm, I saw 
Tex walk into the living room. She took one look at what we were doing 
and smiled. Then she noticed I was lying on the carpet and rolled her 
eyeballs. She was obviously thinking, "He's got no class!" 

Tex also noticed that we had been using the vaporizer and she walked 
over to it and took a couple of hits for herself. Then she feigned an 
histrionic throat clearing and said, "Aha! Now I've caught you both in 
flagrante delicto! 

This broke Pamela's focus on fucking ... she nearly panicked and almost 
started to cry. "Oh, Tex, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take advantage 
of you like this." 

Realizing her mistake in assuming that Pamela would catch her humor, Tex 
was almost in tears herself. She quickly came over to us, cupped 
Pamela's face, kissed her on the forehead, and spoke very softly, 
"Pamela, it is I who must apologize to you, I was only teasing! I 
sometimes forget how really inexperienced and fragile you are. Please, 
keep fucking Billy. That's what we came here to do." 

Poor Pamela ... this had set her back, but she was a trooper and 
continued copulating, albeit with less conviction. 

That was when Tex had an idea. She said, "Let's make this a real menage 
a trois ! Sit up, Babycakes!" As Pamela leaned back, Tex straddled my 
head with her pussy over my mouth, facing Pamela. Tex pulled Pamela back 
toward her and began kissing her. 

I was being smothered on both ends and loving every second of it. I 
decided that I should give Tex a good lickin' to "punish her" for 
bruising sweet, naive Pamela's ego. After awhile, I began to feel the 
advance of Tex's orgasm. She got up off of my face, however, and sat 
back down with her derriere facing Pamela. This was Tex's preferred 
position for sitting on my face for cunnilingus ... I have a better 
tongue action on her clit from that angle. 

Then Tex said, "Pamela, please be a dear and take that jar of lubricant 
and lube up your right thumb really well and also the other fingers of 
your right hand. Okay? Then slip one of your fingers into my pussy, and 
another, and another and give me a good drubbing down there. And when I 
say "Now!", stick your right thumb into my asshole." 

Pamela started to get excited again ... Tex had found a way to bring her 
back into our pleasure dome. My tongue could feel Pamela's fingers going 
into Tex's cunt. And Tex was definitely starting to ignite. Then Tex 
yelled, "Now, Pamela!" 

At that moment, I sucked Tex's entire clitoris into my mouth and applied 
as much suction pressure as I could ... I even started shaking my head 
from side to side. I think that Pamela had barely gotten her thumb 
inside Tex's sphincter as Tex, the usually reserved Tex, started a high 
pitched, deep throated, uncontrollable ululation ... and then she 
ejaculated all over my face and neck ... she had never ejaculated 
before! 

It was another incredible moment in sexual history!

I gradually eased up on the suction and Pamela pulled her fingers and 
thumb out. Tex, very slowly and veeeeerrrrry wobbily, crawled off of my 
face and rolled over onto the floor. Pamela and I were looking 
expectantly at Tex, and she looked back at us and said, "Don't mind me 
while I 'die' over here. Please go back to what you were doing before I 
came out here and so rudely interrupted you." 

Tex had just given Pamela a recharge in her debauch batteries ... by 
having Pamela help her cum. 

Pamela excitedly began licking Tex's pussy juice off of me while she 
resumed fucking. She began seriously humping and I started lifting my 
hips so my rising crotch would meet her as she brought her pussy down. 
We were finally getting into some serious "slammin' and jammin'". I 
looked over at Tex, but she wasn't there anymore ... she was over by her 
toy layout picking out a beginner's anal probe, a tapered dildo with 
ball-like ridges of increasing diameters. Tex came back with the dildo 
and started to lube it up. 

By then, Pamela and I were reaching what I thought must surely be the 
final crescendo in our "crotch concerto". But Pamela kept climbing ... 
"where no man has gone before"! 

But before Pamela began her climax, fortunately, I understood what Tex 
was up to. I also realized that the best way to help Pamela reach 
maximum nirvana would be to put my hands behind her head, pull her down 
and clamp her lips to my own ... which I did. As a result, I had Pamela 
pinioned, which placed Tex and me in position to double-team her with 
our dildodic hedonism ... Tex would give Pamela an introduction to anal 
eroticism from above while I would be "pile driving" the PPA into her 
pussy from below. 

Suddenly, Pamela's entire body rocked with an explosive orgasm as she 
screamed into my mouth ... her chest heaving in ecstatic release. Then 
Pamela ejaculated all over me as she came ... and came ... and I began 
an involuntary, sympathetic ejaculation inside the PPA as a result of 
her excitement. 

Tex quickly slipped the anal toy out of Pamela's asshole. I held Pamela 
and kissed her tenderly as her pleasure wracked body sobbed 
uncontrollably. 

We stayed in that position for several minutes. Finally, Tex came over 
and put her arms around Pamela's shoulders and gently rolled her off of 
me onto the floor. Tex and I both lay on our sides facing Pamela and 
continued kissing and caressing her. It took at least 10 minutes to calm 
her down. She occasionally gave out little, precious sobs. 

Just as Pamela was starting to come back to us, I looked at her and 
said, "Babycakes?" 

She opened her eyes and gave me a weak smile and said, "Yeah?"

"I came inside you ... even while wearing the PPA. I'm sorry that I told 
you I couldn't." 

Then she smiled and said, "Don't be sorry, that's the sweetest thing you 
could have said." 

When Tex was satisfied that Pamela, like Gloria Gaynor, "would survive", 
she stood up and said, "Well, I'm going to order us some brunch!" 

Pamela and I both laughed.


Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
============================

I began filling the Jacuzzi in the master bathroom. I decided the next 
thing we needed to do was to clean ourselves up before breakfast. 

We were already stripped, obviously, so we helped each other climb into 
our hot, sudsy, bubbling bath. We were playing footsie, fondling each 
other, and kissing. Other than that, we were fairly well behaved. 

We were surprised when we heard room service knock on our door. "So 
soon?" we all asked. 

I said, "I'll handle this, you two just twiddle your twats ... I'll be 
right back." I grabbed a hotel bathrobe off the back of the door and 
went out to let the room service server in to lay out the brunch buffet. 
I handed the server a nice tip, so he didn't seem to even notice all of 
the sex toys and other paraphernalia lying around or the giggling coming 
from the open bathroom door. 

I went back into the master bathroom carrying a cold bottle of champagne 
and 3 flutes (with a fresh strawberry in each). I popped the cork to 
another chorus of giggles and served my two delightful "ladies in 
waiting". "Ahhhhhhh, bliss!" 

After we finished our brunch, we started our preparations for departure. 
It was very sad for me. I didn't want this incredible weekend to end. 
Ever. 

But checkout time approacheth and we were to sally forth (back) to the 
real world. Tex packed her toys and I packed our clothing and 
paraphernalia. Then Tex packed a "Care" package for Pamela to take home: 
all of the leftover brownies, miscellaneous desserts left over from the 
night before, as well as her leftover joints. She also said she wanted 
to give Pamela a special present, but that I couldn't see it. So I left 
with our bags and went to the checkout desk. 

[Tex told me later that she learned that Pamela had never had a dildo 
... and never knew they existed. Hell, Pamela also admitted never having 
had an orgasm! It seems that Pamela had fallen in love with one 
particular dildo, which had a nice length and girth and a good set of 
"balls"; it was made out of one of the new miracle plastics that is soft 
and textured like real skin. Tex told Pamela that she had another at 
home like it and if Pamela ever wanted to, she could call her and the 
two of them could have private phone sex while simultaneously 
masturbating with the same dildo strokes.] 

When we were all back together standing by the hotel's front door, 
waiting for the valet to bring our cars ... Pamela was crying again ... 
I said to her, "Remember what I told you earlier. You're going back to 
your life. After a few days you may be horrified at what you've done. 
Please don't let it get you down. Temptation happens to the best of us. 
Hopefully you won't look at what we did here as all bad. Get some rest, 
go back to your normal daily activities. Get on with your life. 

"The only thing we ask is that you wait a few days before getting back 
in touch with us ... if you wish to continue our relationship. Then, if 
you do, email us your telephone number." 

Finally, we all kissed and bade a tearful goodbye and drove back to our 
respective homes. 

As is our habit, Tex and I schlepped all of our luggage back into our 
house and put everything away, into the wash, or into the toy drawer 
before we would allow ourselves to crash. I made myself a cup of tea and 
collapsed into an easy chair. Tex checked for messages. She walked into 
the den where I was sitting, lost in my reverie, and gave me the 
following update: "Guess whose telephone number just arrived by email!" 


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I look forward to receiving your comments on any and all aspects of my 
stories and my writing. email: aarpswingers@hotmail.com 

Tom Kong
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