Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2000 22:43:33 EST
From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com>
Subject: Randi 14

Randi XIV, a continuation of adventures experienced in my previous stories,
is dedicated to all of my friends and fans.  Your encouragement has given
me a chance to relive in a very dramatic way some very unforgettable times.

The following story begins when I returned from vacation to a large pile of
messages that piled up while I was away.  And, culminated on Friday at a
marvelous party.

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And, now. . .

Randi XIV -- Magic Monday and a Weekend at Nora's -- Part I Pouring myself
a fresh cup of hot, black coffee, I grabbed the Wall Street Journal and
slowly wandered into the family room, carefully sipping and picking my way
through the skittering kitty cats.  Dressed for relaxation in an oversized
Cleveland Browns sweatshirt down to my knees and very short shorts, I
dropped dramatically onto the sofa and put my feet up on the coffee table,
leaned back and began to look through the Information Technology portion.
Research.  Back in action.

A truly marvelous vacation ended too quickly and already back having been
on the phone three times with the office and it was only 830AM.  Irish was
waiting beside her telephone with myriad messages that included problems
(what else?) in Atlanta, Chicago (hmmm) and Dallas.  Well, Chicago and
Dallas would have to wait, but Atlanta meant another redeye Tuesday night.
Damn!

"You also have a cryptic message from a Ms. Winters waiting here.  'Need to
speak with you as soon as possible.'  Shall I get her on the phone for
you?"  Irish asked.

"No, no.  I've got it from here, love," I hurriedly responded, a slight
chill passing through me.  "Anything else happen to bring down the company
while I was away?" I asked.

"No, no, we managed to stay solvent without your help, Boss Lady," Irish
giggled.  "Hurry back.  Missed you around here," she added, with a kissing
sound.

"Mmm.  Alone, huh?  How about some phone sex?" I teased, listening to her
quickened breathing.

"Sure," Irish answered.  "Justine's here.  Want her on the line, too?"

"Uh, see you tomorrow morning, love," I said, giggling.

Hanging up the telephone, I galloped into my office and spun the Act
program on my PC, looking for Nora's telephone number.  I speed-dialed
directly through the computer and waited.

"Good Morning, Winter Residence," came the thick Jamaican accent of Nora's
maid.

"Good Morning.  Ms. Winter, please.  Just tell her that Rand is returning
her call."

After a few seconds, "Randi, my love.  How are you, darling?  When did you
get back?" her beautiful voice drifted through the phone line.  So soft, so
elegant.

"Sunday, early.  Took the whole day to just get our feet on the ground," I
answered.  "You'll be reading about it soon enough.  I posted another story
about it," I added, walking with the portable phone back toward the kitchen
for a coffee refill.

"Oh, I can't wait!  I get to fired up reading your stories, love," she
whispered, in a conspiratorial tone.  "I really love them, little one," she
murmured.

"Is something wrong?" I went on.  "Your message was so cryptic, I got
worried."

"Oh, no.  I'm sorry if it came off that way.  Just worried about you, the
kids and that glorious hunk of yours," she said.  "And, I want to invite
you to a little get together on Thursday evening, if you can make it," she
added, a lilt lifting her voice.

"Oh, my, am I being seduced into another orgy?" I mused, laughing
excitedly.
  "Let's see.  I've got a redeye tomorrow night, but I think I should be
able to get back here early Thursday morning.  Yes, yes, I'm sure I can
make it.  Oh, God, I'm getting juicy just thinking about it."

"Not now, love.  Save some of yourself for Thursday night," Nora laughed.
"Oh, I'm looking so forward to seeing you again, love.  It's been too
long," she said, that soft, sexy lilt returning to her voice.

Suddenly, I glanced up. Lo and behold!  A flashing lightbulb had appeared
directly above my head!  A thought!

"Nora, would you mind terribly if I brought a friend along to the party?" I
asked.

"Mmmmm.  That luscious hubby of yours?  You bet!  From what Cleo tells me,
he's a max stud!"

"No, no.  Keep your panties up, love.  No, I was thinking someone along the
lines of my assistant at work.  I think you'll like her," I said, wondering
if I'd overstepped my bounds, asking to invite a stranger to the group.

"That wouldn't be the infamous Irish, would it?  From your recent stories?"
she asked, excitedly.  "Oh, my God, absolutely!  Yes!  Please!  You must
bring her.  I can just imagine some of the girls' faces when they see her."

"And yours?  Calm down, girlfriend.  I don't even know if she can or wants
to come.  I'll let you know.  In the meantime, let's keep this to ourselves
in case she can't make it.  Anyway, I want to see some of those same faces
when and if I walk in with her," I laughed.

"Shall I send a car for you, around seven at your office, love?" she asked.

"That would be great, darling.  I can't wait to see you again.  It's been
too long," I said.

"See you Thursday, then, sweetheart.  I'm so looking forward to it," she
said.

"Me, too. I'm so excited!  Bye."

Clicking off the telephone, I sipped some more coffee and began to absently
wander around the house.  I ended up in the family room and began a little
web surfing, checking with some old friends, checking my email and sat down
again on the sofa.  Looking at my watch, I saw that it was just after nine
AM.  God, I am so restless.  Must be leftover from Israel, I guess.  Shit!

I climbed the stairs to the bedroom and stripped, tossing my clothes on the
bed.  I put on a bulky black turtleneck sweater and skin tight jeans.
Calf-length boots followed, along with a single strand of pearls.  In the
bathroom, I fluffed my hair and grabbed my black leather jacket from the
closet, wrapped the leather belt around my waist, grabbed my purse and left
the house.

I fired up the new Blazer and just began to drive.  My mind wandered
dangerously as I drove through the city streets, dodging expertly through
traffic and dashing pedestrians until I found myself on 57th street,
heading west.  I turned onto the West Side highway and turned North,
eventually passing the George Washington Bridge, leaving the city far
behind.  As I drove, my mind continually played out the soap opera that had
been our almost four days in Israel.  I wondered if I would ever be able to
put it all behind me, I thought, thinking that perhaps meeting with Baracha
had been a disastrous mistake.  But, no, it couldn't be.  Damn it, she's my
friend!

Damn!  Almost ran off the road.  Up ahead, I saw an open space beside the
road.  I pulled over and set the flashers for a moment to pull myself
together.  After a few moments, I pulled myself together and reached for my
cell phone and dialed Ryan in Washington.  After only a moment, he opened
his cell phone and answered.

"Hi, love," I began, carefully holding the phone to my ear.  "Needed to
hear a friendly voice," I continued.

"Thinking about Israel, aren't you," Ryan said, leaving the conference room
for a moment.  "Randi, you have to put this behind you.  No matter what
happens in our lives, at the end of the day, two things will always be
there: The kids and our love.  That will never change.  Baracha is going to
be a part of our lives but it will be a separate part.  Never coming
between us.  Nothing could ever do that.  Do you understand?" he demanded.

"I know, I know.  I really needed to hear that from you," I cried.  "I love
you so much.  I wish you were here right now, darling."

"Sweetheart, we'll spend the entire weekend making up for it.  For now, I'm
stuck here and you're going to Atlanta.  Workaholics like us need that to
bring us under control."

"Yeah," I said, wiping my eyes with a tissue.  "God, I couldn't live
without you, lover," I said softly.

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky at that.  I coulda had a lotta udder broads, but
you got lucky," he laughed.  "Are you going to be okay now?" he asked.

"Yeah.  I'm just taking a little drive to clear my head," I said.  "I'm
okay now.  Really.  All I needed was to hear your voice and I'm all right.
Go back to work, lover.  I'll call you tonight.  The kids are going to
Margaret's house to stay over so I'll be home later.  Call you at the hotel
tonight.  Bye, love," I said and clicked off the cell phone.

Watching the traffic, I eased back onto the road and realized that I had
cut across the Cross Westchester Parkway and was heading North on I95.
Suddenly, I realized that I was about an hour or so South of the Northern
Connecticut woods.  Hmmmmm.  Linda is off rehearsals today.  Maybe I'll
surprise her.  Glancing into the rear view mirror, I was that the old glint
was back in my eyes.  Dabbing my eyes with my tissue, I headed North
towards the Foxwood Casino area.

I found Linda's hotel easily enough, a large, beautiful hotel built to take
some of the overflow from the casino traffic, and parked.  I approached the
desk and spoke to the desk clerk.  I asked for the manager, realizing that
the clerk would be loath to tell me Linda's suite number.  I put on my best
professional woman's demeanor and told him I was trying to surprise my
adopted sister and, of course my class and carriage won his support.

I took the elevator to the top floor and walked to the end of the floor to
the door to her suite.  Mmm.  Impressive.  Suddenly worried that I would be
interrupting something, I hesitated before knocking.  Oh, what the hell, I
thought.

I knocked gently on the door.  I stood to the side of the peephole and
waited.

"Yes?" I heard through the door.

"Housekeeping," I answered.

I heard the chain lock being released and the door opened.  Standing in the
doorway, dressed in a very, very short lavender silken robe, belted about
the waist, stood a vision.  Her long, long braid draped over her shoulder
and down between her breasts, my favorite doe-eyed beauty stood,
magnificent in her 5'7", perfectly muscled body.  Upon seeing me standing
there, her huge eyes opened so wide, I thought her eyeballs would fall out.

"Randi!!! Yeeeee, God!  Randi!!" Linda cried, leaping forward, her arms
around my neck, her lips crushing mine in her excitement.  Pulling back,
she held my face in hers and began to cry.  "Oh, God, my sweet Randi, I'm
so glad you're here," she said, her hands opening my jacket and stripping
it from my shoulders.  Her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pressing
her body against mine.  I relished the feel of her hard breasts against
mine, my hands tracing over her silk clad body.  I kissed her lightly on
her soft, upturned lips.

"Now, come on," I said, pulling away from her embrace and, taking her hand,
leading her through the sliders to the balcony, chilly even under a bright,
sunny sky.

I dropped onto the long outdoor sofa and watched Linda perch her exquisite
body on the table, sitting cross-legged directly facing me.  This was done
to assure me that she was wearing no panties of anything else under the
robe.  As Linda spoke, my eyes could not avoid being drawn to the center of
her body between her legs, her shaven pussy peering directly at me.  Her
words blurred into a jumble of "he said I should do this", or " he's a
slave-driver" or "Ron is coming up again this week". . . as my eyes and
minds were zeroed in on her delightful body.

"Wow!  This is getting serious, isn't it?" I asked, forcing my eyes up to
meet hers.

"I don't know, Randi," Linda said, bringing her legs together.  "He is so
sweet and kind and caring.  And, sexy and cute and hung . . . oops!  Shame
on me," she giggled.  "It's just that I have so much I want to do.  I'm
always afraid something or someone will get in the way.  How do I handle my
career and falling for Ron?"

"Darling, I can't help you there, except to say that Ryan and I have done
it for a long, long time.  We're both on the road a lot, we each put in
16-18 hour days, but we work hard at making sure that there is plenty of
time for the kidlets and for ourselves.  I won't tell you it's easy.  It's
not.  It's damn tough.  But, if you really love someone and you want it to
work, you can make it happen," I said.  "But, you have to be sure that you
really love him, that he really loves you and that you are really, really
dedicated to your career, too.  Once that is settled, you can work it out."

"And," I continued, "I still find time for you and my friends.  That's
where the understanding and love part comes in.  Ryan and I've discussed it
many, many times.  He doesn't consider my time with you or others as
cheating.  Strange, though.  That was my first thought," I said, rising and
walking to stare at the magnificent forests in the distance.

"I felt so guilty.  I was frightened to tell him, thinking that he would
hate me," I reminisced.  "Looking back, I remember shock as he looked at me
with those big baby blues and smiled and kissed me.  He said he considered
it augmentation.  Strange word for it, right?" I asked, turning back to
Linda, leaning against the railing.

"Yeah, I guess.  But, I see what he means," Linda said, walking over to
face me, her hands on my hips.  "He knows you need companionship of women.
Shit, most of us do, girlfriend.  Ron knows.  I made sure to tell him first
thing.  'Can I watch?' he asks.  I punched him and kissed him very, very
hard," she snickered.

"Has he pushed you for a commitment?  Oh, Shit!  Did you hear me?  A guy
asking a girl for a commitment?  Isn't it usually the other way around?" I
laughed, shaking my head.  "No, no, he hasn't said anything at all about
that, really.  He just makes it so obvious that I'm his top priority.  I
just would never forgive myself if I hurt him.  I just have to be sure.
But, I don't want to talk about that right now," Linda said, her voice
softening, her gaze becoming more intense.  " I want to fuck your brains
out and send you home a happy, satisfied big sister."

Her lips closed the distance to mine, gently touching, brushing back and
forth, no tongue moving in seek and destroy.  Just a gentle meeting, barely
more than the touch of a butterfly's wings.  My hands cupped her adorable,
exotic face, gently keeping her near.  I felt the tough of her hands on my
buttocks, urging me closer until our bodies were touching.

"Mmmmmm," I murmured into Linda's mouth, "You keep that up and I might
attack your bod, girl," I whispered, my tongue teasing the outside of her
ear.  Her hands increased their pressure, squeezing my tight ass through my
jeans.

"If you don't," she whispered as her tongue teased deep into my ear, "I
will begin screaming your name at the top of my lungs and take you where
you stand, where everyone can look up and see what I'm doing to you."

"Ohhhhhhhhh, exhibitionism.  Sex in public places.  Hmmmmmmmm.  Might not
be so bad at that," I whispered, biting Linda's perfectly shaped earlobe.
I felt Linda shiver at the touch of my teeth and I released her and sucked
the appendage all the way into my mouth.

Linda pulled free of my grasp and took my hand, literally dragging me
inside the suite.  She led me into the bedroom as I watched the movement of
her ass.  God, nothing jiggles on her body.  Not an ounce of fat anywhere.
Entering Linda's bedroom, we were greeted by her kitty brigade, all three
of whom were happily curled up on the bed, staring benignly at us.
  Foolish giants, they seemed to be saying.  Do they think we're just going
to leave? Hmph!

Linda took over the pest control situation, shooing them away and out of
the room, closing and locking it.  I stood beside the bed, watching her by
the door, a good 20 feet away and watched as she slowly approached, her
gait slow, sensuous.  She stopped at the writing desk and placed a cd into
the stereo.  Before turning it on, she walked up to me and kissed me.

"You're my guest.  I'm going to please you now," Linda whispered, her giant
eyes glistening as they locked me to her will.  I sensed the pure animal
lust and power of this lithe, magnificent creature before me and my legs
almost buckled then and there.  I stood petrified as her hands slipped to
my waist to unbuckle my belt.  She grasped the thick material of my
turtleneck sweater and slowly began to pull it loose.  Raising it, her
hands slipped beneath me, fingers tracing little lines and circles on the
naked skin of my tummy.  Her eyes never left mine for a moment, keeping me
hypnotized, unable -- unwilling -- to move.  Her hands slid around to my
sides and to my back.  I watched the corners of her delicate, beautiful
mouth curl slightly as I shuddered under her touch.

Linda knelt before me and began to feather kiss my tummy, licking the firm
muscles there, lingering in my belly button, her tongue gently delving into
that delicate place.  As she continued to kiss, she brought my sweater down
over her head, laving me in the darkness.  As she kissed, I felt her hands
unbutton my jeans and begin drag my zipper down.  I gasped at the movement,
letting out a small cry, causing her lips to press just a tad harder.

Linda began to work my jeans down my hips, first easing them over my
rounded, firm ass, my hips, then my thighs until they were pooled around my
feet.  I stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way as her hands
returned to the backs of my thighs.  Gently, slowly, Linda stroked the
smoothness of my thighs while continuing to kiss and lick my tummy.  She
had me squirming and holding on to her shoulders to keep my feet.



Linda stood and lifted my sweater over my head and stopped.  Trapped in the
darkness of my sweater, my arms raised, I was easy prey to her fingers as
they found and unsnapped my white silk bra.  She freed my arms from my
sweater and removed the binding material, my breasts dropping free.  Her
hands slid around in front to cup and lift my breasts, her soft, gentle
fingers squeezing and rolling my titties around my chest.  I began to
whimper beneath my blindfold, begging her to free me so that I could touch
her.  God, I wanted to touch her, to feel the softness of her muscular
flesh, to make love to her.  But, no.  Not yet.

Linda's mouth found mine through the thick wool of the sweater, sucking the
material into her mouth, chewing on it.  Instinctively, my tongue followed
the material into her mouth, feeling the resistance of her tongue pressing
against the material on the other side.  As I raised my hands to touch her,
to hold her, to free myself, her hands dropped from my breasts and gently
pushed them away.

"This is my treat for you, Big Sister.  Relax and enjoy," she whispered.

Slowly, Linda began to pull the sweater over my head, finally freeing me to
watch, so see the marvels of her dancer's body, perfect in every possible
way, and I began to feel so compromised, so average in her presence.  But,
Linda refused to let that happen, whispering endearing compliments,
stroking, touching, worshiping.  I watched her stand standing before me,
her hand now reaching out to gently stroke my cheek, desperate to reach
out, terrified that she would disappear if I touched her.

Slowly, so slowly, Linda began to back away from me, moving back to the
desk, at least 20 feet away.  She touched a button on her stereo and I
realized, my heart skipping a beat, that I was about to become the first to
hear some of the music from her new show.  Briefly, my eyes closed, feeling
the wonder of a room filled with fully orchestrated sounds, brilliant,
moving music as the opening overture began to play.  I opened my eyes,
blinking away the glaze in the darkened room, watching as Linda begin to
move, swaying, gently, like a reed-thin tree swaying in a gentle breeze,
her eyes closed, her long, luxurious braid swaying with her.  I watched
mesmerized as her arms extended, fingers magically curled, reaching toward
me.  She swirled and danced in time with the beautiful music, her movements
perfect, smooth, gliding as a butterfly flitting from flower to flower.  As
she moved, her silken robe opened magically and fell from her shoulders to
the floor.

"My God," I whispered.  The sound of my gasp echoed in my ears as I felt
the air in the bedroom thicken, become heavy with the scent of my own
juices.  I felt a flush on my face and body, painfully aware of the spasms
that wracked my body, felt the copious flow of my juices dripped from my
pussy, down my thighs.  I felt my tongue slide along my parched lips,
staring at a vision.

Linda's body had been molded to perfection from her constant dancing,
exercising.  The lines of her body were absolutely mythical, perfection,
from her arms, long, smooth and strong, extended above her head, down to
her breathtakingly beautiful face, her long braid curled over her shoulder
and down the front of her body.  The perfect, gentle curve of her hip, the
barely protruding roundness of her soft belly, the perfection of her shaven
pussy, down her classic dancer's muscular legs.  She was a nymph discovered
by a stream in the midst of a dense forest.  For me.

And, I wanted her so desperately.  I stood perfectly still, terrified that
if I moved and spoiled the mood, Linda would disappear into a puff of
smoke.  I stood, mesmerized, watching as she continued to dance, moving
ever so closer to me.  I began to shiver, almost uncontrollably, letting
out a sharp cry each time her fingers touched me, her fingertips barely
grazing my flesh as she danced around and around me.  Her fingers grazed
the sensitive flesh of my breasts, my nipples, my ass, my thighs, my face.
Each touch electrifying, my legs were becoming more and more unstable as
she teased and enticed, eliciting gasps, moans, screams whenever she
touched my body.  Linda stopped behind me, her fingertips barely touching
the softness of my shoulders, her soft, sweet lips touching the delicate
skin at the hollow beneath my earlobe.  Her long slender fingers slid
beneath my arms to gently caress my breasts, her cheek pressed between my
shoulder blades, the heat of her pussy pressed against the roundness of my
ass.  It took her strong arms to keep me from falling.

"Oh, God, little sister," I breathed, barely audible, drowned out by the
pounding of my heart in my ears.  "I'm so. . . so warm, so . . . I can't
say . . ." I tried so speak, but was totally lost.

Linda released my breasts and gently lowered me to her bed.  I lay back, my
right leg bent at the knee, my legs slightly parted, moaning, watching as
she began to prowl, as sensuously as a giant cat, circling me, occasionally
reaching out to touch with her fingers, pausing at times to lick with her
tongue.  She had turned my body into a finely tuned sexual instrument and
she was playing me, urging my responses to her stimulations.  My
mini-ograsms were blending into a prolonged, intense continual orgasm that
she nurtured and fed upon.

"Linda, please . . ." I whispered, shaking my head from side to side,
watching her move as sinuously as a prowling cat, a sallow-skinned sleek
beast, her eyes huge and glazed.

As Linda paused alongside me, I waited with painful anticipation as she
threw her long, smooth, muscular leg across my body, straddling my tummy.
I watch in amazement as her shaved pussy, virtually dripping come, settled
onto my tummy, leaking streamers of juice onto my body as her tiny hole
spasmed open and closed..  I looked up into her glazed eyes as her hands
found mine, interlacing our fingers above my head.  Leaning forward, her
delicious breasts passed close to my face, her hard, long, beautiful
nipples almost touching my hungry lips.  My mouth opened and I reached my
tongue up to touch the tips of her passing nipples, her moans joining mine.
She kept her titties hovering over my mouth for a long moment, permitting
me to honor her wonderful body.

Slowly, Linda began to drag her white-hot pussy down my body, her dripping
vagina leaving a delicious trail past my navel.  I was startled to hear my
own screams of pleasure at the feel of her on my body.  Now, it was my turn
to listen to her scream as her smooth, naked pussy came into contact with
my fuzzy red pussy hair.  I felt her steaming hot juices mix with those of
mine already puddled there, felt the overwhelming heat of her pussy on
mine.  My eyes stared from her glistening pussy, dancing wildly against
mine and her eyes, almost glowing, flashing in passion as she ground her
pussy hard into mine, sliding all across my groin.  I watched, amazed, as
Linda's eyes seemed to roll back in her head as she screamed fiercely, my
fingers hurting me as she squeezed our interlaced fingers.  My orgasm
reaching the summit, I thrust my pelvis up against her driving pussy,
listening as she screamed her climax, watched as she froze in mid thrust,
screamed again and collapsed fully atop me, our combined pussy juices
coating each other's bodies.

As my fingertips caressed the wonderfully smooth texture of her flawless
skin, our ragged breathing and the quaking of our orgasms begin to recede.
Marveling at the warmth of Linda's hard body against mine, I felt the
strength of her form, the passion within her.  And, silently thanked God
that we had found each other, that she was now my official baby sister.
The word Incest passed through my mind and I stifled a giggle, reaching
down to take her beautiful face in hand to kiss her gently.

"Thank you, Baby Sister," I whispered, kissing each of those wide staring
eyes.

"Mmmmm," Linda murmured, her hands slowly squeezing my breasts, fingertips
toying with my still-hard nipples.  "You honestly don't think I'm finished
with you yet, do you?" she added, an evil little grin spreading her small,
glorious mouth, eyes twinkling.


"Oh, my," I said, smiling back at her.  "I certainly hope not," I said,
once again kissing her soft, delicious lips.

Springing up with all the strength of youth, Linda sat down beside me and
pulled me up to a sitting position beside me and gently pushed at my hips,
turning me over onto my tummy.  Oh, my, I thought.  I'm really in for it
now, I giggled to myself.

Linda crawled across my body, gently dropping her still dripping pussy
directly atop my quivering ass, her titties pressed against my back, her
rigid nipples sharply scratching my back.  Her fingers gently brushed aside
strands of my thick, red hair, exposing the short hairs at the back of my
neck.  I shuddered, groaning, as her soft lips touched the tender flesh at
the base of my skull, kissing and licking the sensitive skin.  "mmmmmmmmm,"
I moaned contentedly, my body totally relaxed as her lips traced across the
tender flesh of my shoulders.  Her fingers touched my shoulders and
trickled down my arms, running up and down the smooth flesh.  I felt the
heat and wetness of Linda's pussy flush against my ass, feeling the juices
trickle into my ass crack.  I began to squirm and shudder as her juices
battled my closed ass cheeks, seeking entrance.

Her kisses progressed, lips and tongue soaking my shoulder blades and the
soft flesh at the center of my spine, her tongue trailing down the valley
of my back.  She was moving now, her pussy trailing leakage down my body,
her pussy now firmly affixed to my thigh.  I felt the extraordinary heat of
her cunt as she moved it sensuously against me.  I gasped aloud as her long
fingernails began to lightly scratch my back, a favorite, wonderful thing
to me.  How did she know? I thought.  I wondered about that as I suddenly
tensed, gasping aloud again as her breasts touched my ass, her nipples
dragging over each cheek, stopping in the depression between them, first
one, then the other.  All the time, her fingers were lightly scratching my
back, her lips following them further down, down, down.

Simultaneously, I felt her mouth reach my ass and her pussy, my left knee.
I lifted my left calf to provide a backstop for her pussy, feeling her
begin to rub herself.  Her hands slid down to touch my hips, holding my
squirming body flushes against her darting lips and tongue.

"Oh, God, Linda," I moaned, saying her name over and over as she laved my
ass, kissing the delicate smooth and firm tissue of my cheeks.  My head was
turning from side to side as she kept up her ministrations to my ass, her
hands grasping the sides of each of my ass cheeks, squeezing them, holding
them for her searching mouth and tongue.  I was beginning to quake as
another round of mini-orgasms spread their power throughout my body.

Continuing to grind her wet pussy against my upraised calf, I cried out Oh!
As I felt her hands begin to spread my cheeks wide, my little asshole
exposed for Linda.  Oh, God, I'm going to faint!  I thought, my squirming
almost beyond control.

"Oh, God, Randi.  It's so beautiful.  So clean and clear, so pink and
wrinkled, winking at me," she whispered, her words lifting me higher and
higher in my orgasmic pursuit.  I felt her tongue touch the delicate flesh
of the insides of my ass cheeks, licking, licking, down to circle all
around my spasming asshole.  I felt the tip of her tongue touch my asshole
and screamed aloud, grasping the bed sheet hard with my hands and my mouth,
pushing the material into my mouth, biting it with my teeth.

Linda began to slowly push her tongue into my asshole, my screams of
rapture baffled by the cotton material in my mouth, my hands now clutching
handfuls of the sheet as I arched my pelvis back toward her mouth.  I could
feel her grinding her ever-moistening pussy against my up-thrust calf as
she brought herself nearer and near her ultimate orgasm.  She screamed into
my clutching asshole as my sphincter muscle clutched tightly around her
probing tongue.  She let my cheeks go, letting them touch the sides of her
face.  Her hands slid beneath my hips to hold my pussy, pulling me harder
against her probing tongue.

"Unnnaach, unnnnach," I screamed into the sheets, my body on fire as my
orgasm began to peak, over and over, coming again and again as her mouth
attached my ass, her fingers wedged deep inside my pussy, stroking and
finding all the nooks and crannies of my cunt.  Harder and harder she
worked, her pussy roughing itself against the muscles of my calf as she
approached an orgasm-approached mine.

As one, Linda and I screamed our orgasm's height, my hands reaching behind
me, trying to touch her face, to pull her further into my ass.  Suddenly,
the room seemed to explode in light, bright, flashing lights as we screamed
our mutual climax.  My body was quaking so hard, I began to lurch
uncontrollably, held in place by Linda's powerful arms, her face still
buried between my ass cheeks.

I remember waking up in Linda's arms, my body shaking slightly, my face
against her soft breasts, the beat of her heart strong in my ear.

"What happened?" I asked, letting a final shiver escape, turning up to look
into her giant, dark eyes.

"You passed out, Big Sister," she said, smiling knowingly, leaning down to
kiss my forehead and replacing my face on her chest.  "You've been asleep
for about an hour.  In my little arms," she said, laughing gaily.

"Wow!  So intense, my sweet," I whispered, nuzzling her soft tittie, my
lips surrounding her nipple and nursing on it.

"I wanted to be sure you had time to get cleaned up and dressed before you
pick up the kiddies," she said, once again kissing my face.  I glanced up
at her lovely face, saw the smile there, and said, "You're not suggesting
. . ."

Her smile was so seductive.  "Yes I am!  Hee heee.  Come on," she said,
jumping from the bed and taking my hand, leading me, running, down the
hallway to the bathroom, our titties flopping as we raced for the shower.
Half way down the hall, I caught up to her, grabbing her around the waist,
giggling wildly, my arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the
floor and hard against my body.  She spun around, her soft titties and
pussy mashed against mine, our lips locked together.

My God, I thought.  What must it have been like to have such energy and
power at so young an age, I thought, my hands searching every possible
surface within reach?  Her soft, smooth back, her unbelievably firm, yet
soft ass.  I missed out on so much of my youth, I thought, as the nubile
young woman returned my stroking.  Oh, stop whining!

Holding hands, we slithered into the bathroom.  Linda opened the shower
door and turned on the water, carefully assuring a nice hot temperature.
She stepped in, directly under the cascading shower and pulled me inside.
Sliding the door shut, I pushed her against the shower wall and took her
hands in mine.

I just couldn't get enough of staring at this child/woman.  At 22 years
old, she was absolutely in the perfect prime of her physical form.  If
there was an ounce of fat on her, it must have been stuffed in a bag inside
one of her body cavities because I certainly couldn't find it.  She was a
muscular Amazon with a velvety soft covering sewn over her.  Looking at her
made me feel so self-conscious although I'm not exactly borscht myself.  I
stared into those huge, doe eyes, watching, watching her response as she
looked at me.


Her hands reached for my shoulders, my relief obvious, as she began to
knead the soft muscles there.  At her touch, I shivered, despite the
steaming hot water, and reached past her to pull loose the soap-on-a-rope.
For several long seconds, I lathered my hands until they were covered in
suds.  I began with her soft, long neck, my eyes never leaving hers,
stroking the suds deep into her skin, working my way down her arms, letting
my fingernails gently scratch streaks there.  Her eyes closed as she
moaned, opening again to re-fix on mine.  I raised her right arm high, my
soapy fingers running along the inside or her arm, massaging her armpit and
sliding across her chest above her breasts to repeat on her left arm.

Slowly, I soaped my hands some more and began to massage Linda's breasts,
circling them with the tips of my fingers, then rubbing them firmly with my
soapy fingers.  She was having trouble now maintaining our eye contact as
she began moaning over and over 'Big Sister, Big Sister'.  My fingers began
to lather her rock hard nipples, squeezing them, sliding them between my
soaked fingers.

Linda reached out to take the soap from me and lathered herself.  Reaching
out, she began to touch my body, drawing gasps and a loud, long groan from
deep within me.  I watched her hands reach out to touch my titties, her
long fingers wrapping themselves around my large mounds, squeezing them,
lifting them high, watching her approach, her tongue snake out to touch the
tips of my red nubbins.  Shuddering at her touch, I keep staring directly
into her intense eyes.  I staggered back and Linda gently shoved me against
the wall and began her travel down my body.

I was crying her name over and over now, helpless as her tongue danced over
my taut tummy, her soapy hands slipping behind me to close over my ass
cheeks.  Oh, God, I loved it so much, the touch of her hands on my ass, her
lips and tongue fighting the cascading water as it moved down to touch the
tip of my red bush.  I carefully spread my legs for her mouth, hoping she
would touch my pussy hole.  I could feel my juices flow, pulsing from my
body to the tune of my heartbeat.  My hands held her shoulders as her mouth
descended, her tongue touching my closed pussy lips.

"Oh, God, Little Sister, my own little one," I whispered, my hands sliding
up her neck to the back of her head, urging her mouth to my cunt.  With her
tongue only, she expertly pushed open my cunt, her hard tongue searching
for and finding my long, swollen clittie.  I screamed, driving my cunt
against her lusting face, feeling her hands clutching harder at my ass.
  I screamed again, my come spurting from my pussy as her tongue slid down
to jam into my inflamed pussy hole.

Suddenly, Linda grasped my hips and spun me around, my face against the
shower wall, my knees barely able to support me.  I gasped and began to
scream her name again as her mouth touched my ass, licking the entire
surface of my ass cheek, licking away the suds that her soapy hands left in
their wake.  Her tongue slid across to my ass crack, paused and slid up and
down its entire length.  She kissed and licked across to the other ass
cheek.

I felt her hands holding my ass, her mouth now pressed into my crack.
Slowly, deliciously, her hands began to spread my cheeks.  I gasped yet
again, my cheek pressed hard against the cool surface of the shower, my ass
how thrusting back toward my lovely.  I felt a chill as Linda blew her
breath against my clutching wet asshole.  I could feel the heat of her eyes
staring directly at my asshole, spasms causing me to clench and unclench
the tiny little rosebud.  Staring at my almost pink opening, I could almost
see Linda readying her tongue as I felt the touch of her tongue.



"Oh!  Oh!  Darling!  Oh, my Goddddddddd, yesssssssssss," I cried as her
tongue suddenly thrust hard and far into my clutching rectum.  "Yes, yes
yes!" I continued to cry out as my pelvis pushed back harder at her tongue,
squeezing her with my sphincter muscles, my hands reaching back to hold her
head, her hands around my hips, fingers touching my pussy.  I was flowing
now, copious flows of come dripping down my legs as my orgasm exploded,
stars flying all around in my own personal heaven.  Now, without realizing
it, my bladder gave way and my pee began to pour from my pussy, pouring
down my leg.  I felt Linda reach beneath me, her hand cupped to catch it as
I peed and peed until I finally regained control of my body.

My legs collapsed beneath me and I fell to my knees, turning and sitting
hard, my ass against the wet, slippery floor of the shower.  Linda knelt
before me, her cupped hands still holding my pee, her eyes fixed on mine.
Embarrassed, I cast my eyes downwards.

"I'm so sorry, Linda.  That never happened before.  I feel so . . .
ashamed," I whispered.  When she didn't answer, I looked up to her,
watching her eyes as her lips curled into a silent, warm grin.  She brought
her cupped hands to her breasts and slowly dipped each of her nipples into
the warm soup.  Her eyes closed as she gasped at the heat of my pee against
her sensitive nipples.

"My wonderful friend," she began, reaching out to take me into her arms.
"Never be afraid or ashamed of whatever your own body produces.  You lost
control because of your orgasm.  I love it and I love you."

God, sometimes this lady makes me feel so dimwitted, I thought, leaning in
to her, holding her body against mine.  Gently, I pushed her down onto the
floor of the shower onto her tummy, the shower cascading off her perfect
derriere.  Grasping the soap where I'd dropped it, I lathered my hands
again and leaned over her soft, perfectly rounded ass.  Slowly, lovingly, I
began to lather her marvelous globes, so absolutely full and round, yet so
firm, muscular.  My soapy fingers touched her crevice, running to the top,
by her tailbone, and down to her tiny little pussy hole.  Linda's arms
began to flail like a swimmer, as my fingers began to spread her cheeks
apart.

My, God! I thought.  She's relaxed, wanting me to open her ass and her
cheeks are so strong and tight, I'm forcing so hard to open her.  Slowly, I
was able to open her, letting my soapy fingers touch the insides of her
wonderful ass, touching all around her winking sphincter.  I leaned down,
licking the soap from her soft cheeks, loving the smoothness of her
wonderful all, licking inside her cheeks, my tongue touching the softness
of her tiny asshole.

"Oh, my God, Randi, my Big Sister . . . please, my ass . . . please!" she
begged me, lifting her ass, arching her back to me mouth.  I refused to
disappoint her, plunging my tongue into her clutching asshole, deep into
her rectum.  Her screams brought my hands around beneath her, clutching at
her pussy, my fingers digging inside her, pulling her closer to my mouth.

The pressure from her ass on my face as I let go of her asscheeks was
unbelievable.  So powerful, to tight, her sphincter clutching my tongue,
squeezing me.  Faster and faster, my tongue moved in her asshole, my
fingers diving into her clutching cunt.  Linda was dancing on the floor of
the shower, still swimming with her arms, her ass raised to my face, the
cascading water pouring over our flesh.

"Cummmmmmmmmmmmm. . .  oh, My Godddddddddd!!!" Linda screamed, her juices
pouring from her, coating my hand with delicious Linda juice as she
suddenly arched, froze and collapsed.  I lay there, my faced against her
soft ass, my fingers still wedged deep within her darling pussy.  As I lay
there, feeling the pulse of Linda's blood under my cheek, thinking if I was
ever going to be able to clean up enough to get home.

Look for Randi XV (part II) in the near future!  I have a story about a
party at the end of that week that still tingles when I think of it.
Please send comments and suggestions to my hotmail address: Toni526.