Chapter 3

I was startled out of my sleep by a knock at our hotel room door. Ordinarily I'm a very heavy sleeper and only a bomb going off could wake me. But today-the first full day of the tour-I had dropped off into a warm slumber from which I could easily awaken.

Again someone knocked, only now it sounded like it was made with a ring and not a knuckle. Bracelets seemed to be jangling in the distance.

I sat up, feeling a little drowsy, and reached for my pants. When I went to put them on I realized that I was partially erect. I wondered who I had been dreaming about

Just as I was zipping up my fly I heard the knocks again, harder this time, and the sound of bracelets hitting the door. I looked at my watch: it was only four in the afternoon. Vivi wouldn't be back for at least another two hours, although some of the group might straggle in before that.

Most of the day had been spent shopping, only it was shopping with a difference. We had been to the London sex supermarkets. We started with Phil's

Personal Products, owned and run by Phil and Beverly Dumas who were old friends of ours. Here we looked at sex aids, things that actually help people with their sexual problems. The Dumas's specialize in artificial sex organs, but they also give counselling. Everything's above board, and they're very discreet.

After working our way through a number of other sex supermarkets, we finally ended up at one of Doris Silver's stores in the West End. It's a fun place, very gay and delightful. The salesgirls-sexy in a colorful English way-won't blink an eyelash if you ask them for a whip.

It was here that Sadie Sharp sidled up to me and asked if I could take her back to the hotel. She told me she was tired from the plane ride and time change, but I only half-believed her. She looked pretty sprightly to me, and only a few minutes before she had been kidding the Phillips when they looked at a dildo.

I complied, feeling, in fact, tired myself, but not wanting to admit it. When we got into the taxi I took a good look at her: at first glance she appeared to be a soft, flesh-pillow, and I wanted to put my head on her breasts and stomach and drop off to ; sleep. Close up, however, she simply looked like a lot ; of woman: big tits, big stomach, big hips, big ass, and big thighs. She was quite tall and big-boned and the extra flesh looked good on her.

If it was anyone, it was Sadie Sharp on the other side of the door. I rolled the thought of her around in my mind and opened the door.

"Oh Vic," said Sadie, "I hope I'm not disturbing you." She looked at the bed which appeared so obviously slept in. "You've been sleeping. Well so have I. But now I'm completely refreshed and I want to ask you a question. Do you mind if I come in?"

Before I even had time to say "yes" she had bounded into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. I shut the door and walked over to her. It was then that I saw that she had a box in her hand; I wondered what was in it and if there was anything in it for me.

"You see, I've bought two of them, one for my daughter who just got married and one for myself. She-my daughter-asked me to because she was too embarrassed to go into a store and ask for it, and she knew I wouldn't be, and anyway she wanted to surprise her husband with it," she said brightly, rattling on unconcernedly. Each time she said "it" she raised the box and eyed my prick. I opened my mouth to ask her what "it" was, but she spoke before I was even able to get out a word.

"I wasn't going to ask for two, but then I said to myself, 'What the hell; you only live once,' and I bought it. At Doris-what's the name?-Silver's store. The salesgirl was so young, even younger than Becky-my daughter-that I couldn't bring myself to ask her how to use it. She probably thought an old woman like me really got around. When I got back to my room I looked at them. The instructions said absolutely nothing and I don't have much of an imagination, so I decided to ask you. You probably know. Don't you?"

Sadie had, for a moment, run out of steam. Now was my chance to ask her what was in the box. "Uh Sadie, what did you buy?"

"Oh," she said, "I thought I told you. Vibrators. I bought two of them." She giggled like a young girl. "Ever since my divorce I've had to ... let's say I've had to do without sex. It's hard for women of my age to find fellows."

I thought to myself that it couldn't be that hard for a woman like Sadie to find men. In fact, while we were at the Dumas', John Thome had asked me a few things about her. From what I gathered he liked "older" women.

"Now Sadie, a good-looking woman like you... .*

"Flattery, Vic, will get you everywhere," she said.

Sadie wasn't kidding. She handed me the box and I opened it. Inside were the vibrators. Both were white with narrow, rocket shaped heads. I was about to tell her that these were the better types-the others were round and only good for surface stimulation-when I saw that she had moved further back on the bed. She had opened the top buttons of her dress, exposing two massive mounds of tit with a deep cleavage that looked like a valley between mountains. Her hem had been pulled up and I could see masses of pubic hair peeking out from the crotch of her panties.

Big, fleshy women always excite me, but I've nev- er quite figured out why. If they've run to fat, then forget it-they have no appeal. But Sadie was in the other class, and she wore her body well. Besides, she was actually pretty-not just well-preserved. My cock began to throb lightly, and I suddenly felt ready for anything.

The problem of approaching her was solved by Sadie herself. She mumbled something like, "I hope I'm not being too forward," and proceeded to undress, giggling to herself. I stood there watching her, vibrators in hand. Each article of clothing was folded neatly and placed at the foot of the bed. When she took off her bra, my eyes bulged at the size of her tits. Tve seen a lot of tits in my time but nothing could compare with Sadie's. Each was about the size of three oranges; the areolas and nipples were massive. Unlike most women with big tits, Sadie's hardly sagged. I wondered how this was possible, but I didn't ask. Frankly I was just too dumbfounded. My hands actually began to itch.

Sadie was wearing a black garter belt and stock-! ings. The elastic made creases in her enormous white thighs and the marks still showed a bit when she took off the belt. Her panties were miniscule, and from what I could see they just about covered her patch. Her full stomach came down to the top of her V which widened out into a super-thick patch of reddish-brown hair. When she spread her legs I saw that her big clit was already partially erect and that her lips were long and heavy, like a big gash. For a second I wanted to say to her, "To hell with the vibrators," but then I thought I better not-at least for now-as Sadie was using them as her pretext for a good fuck. Still, there was a lot of ground to cover.. "Now you, Vic," said Sadie, leering at my bare chest.

Immediately I knew her intentions. I handed her the vibrators and took off my pants, keeping my eyes on her stupendous mounds. When she saw my erect cock she gasped, and I could see in her eyes that she thought the better of me. The vibrators were long, but they looked almost puny next to my enticing rod.

"Sadie," I said, taking the vibrators from her, "if I tell you how to use these I'll just end up sounding like some manual. Let's just try them out instead."

That's fine with me," answered Sadie quietly, licking her lips.

I sat down next to her on the bed, switched on one of the vibrators and put the other on the night table. "Now relax and lay back." Sadie nodded her head. I lay on my side, my prick against her thigh. She jumped at my touch but then settled down.

Sadie was like those sag bag chairs: all cushion and a lot of give. I started with one of her big, white mounds, taking a long, slow journey around it and moving inward, still going in a circle. Sadie giggled and murmured, "It tickles," but I kept on going. The closer I came to her areola the harder I pressed into her flesh; her tit began to shimmer and shake and sbe took deep breaths. I dotted her areola with the vibrator, teasing her nipple until it stood out; it was almost the size of the vibrator's head.

She was totally mesmerized. While she watched one nipple grow I reached over and got the other vibrator and began on the second tit, making the exact same tour. Round and round I went, kneading her knockers, separating them, bringing them up towards her shoulders, and then pushing them down towards her stomach. "Oh, that feels so good," she said. "Do it again; do it harder." I ran the tips of the vibrators over her hard nipples. Suddenly her whole body shook and she exclaimed, "I'm going to come. This is wonderful. I'm coming."

Many women I've come across can reach orgasm without having you come near their pussy; Sadie was obviously one of these. Now her body was arching and I bent down towards her, licking her cleavage and working both of her tits hard.

"Ohhhhhh, Vic, I feel it. Ohhhhhh," she cried out. "Faster, faster, go faster."

A spasm ripped through her body. I took her left tit in my mouth and brought the vibrator down on her clit. "Vic, oh, Vic, I can't believe it," she whispered, her body going taut. I teased her clit and ran the tip of the vibrator along her lips, sucking at her tit and burying my face in her soft flesh. Another spasm shot through her: she was ready. "Viiiiiiic," she yelled and her body lurched. Just as she came I plunged the tip into her, churning her up for possibly the longest orgasm she ever had in her life.

Sadie lurched from side to side, wallowing in her own delight. The more she screamed, "Harder, harder," the more excited I became. My cock throbbed mightily; if I didn't get inside of her I would come on her thigh.

I felt her orgasm scream through the vibrator and I jumped on top of her. Her juices were flowing heavily and she was enormous; I entered her with ease and found my prick lost in her gigantic cavern.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she cried. I rammed into her with my prick and then forced in the tip of the vibrator. I pushed in and out, in and out, die vibrator humming against my raging cock. I didn't want to blow my load just then, but I knew I would have to.

Suddenly I felt Sadie wrench the vibrator from my right hand. I felt myself go numb and then I almost jumped out of my skin: Sadie had found my anus and shoved in the vibrator. My tube constricted over it immediately and she plunged it in again. I continued to hump her, my prick crashing into her hole which whirred with the quivering instrument.

Within seconds we found each other's rhythm and we pumped and shook, spasms ripping through us. I felt as though I had failed into a tub of ice cream, and I sank and rose up, charged by the cold.

"Oh, again, Vic, I'm coming again," screamed Sadie, heaving so hard that I was practically tossed to one side.

The jolt was enough to set me off. I shoved my shuddering prick into her and felt the first explosion. "Do it, Sadie, push it," I cried and she pushed in the vibrator so far that I thought it would go all the way up my ass. "Harder, harder," she moaned, groaning like a great heaving animal.

I slammed into her, shot my load, was recharged, and then I shot my load again.

"Again, again," we said together and with one more heave we exploded, our juices like flowing milk.

"Oh, oh," we cried, going over the top, subsiding, in time, to the relaxing murmur of the switched-on vibrators.