Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2000 17:01:44 EDT From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com> Subject: Randi16 Randi XV, 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 just a few short hours after leaving my poor, overworked friend to the torture of rehearsals, exercise classes, etc. to return to my warm, wonderful life of hard work and family. I dunno. I kinda like it. Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail email address. I love it and answer each email personally as soon as possible And, now . . . Randi XV -- Magic Monday and a Weekend at Nora's -- Part II Monday Evening Driving back from Connecticut after my afternoon with Linda, I was more relaxed and happier than I could ever remember. Despite my many friends, no one save my beloved Ryan has ever made me happier than my little sister, Linda. Look, my body is pretty damn good for a 41-year- old feezer (a female geezer). I've kept myself in good shape despite the three little ones and running myself ragged all over the country every week. My 36, 23, 34 is still pretty damn good. But, facing off against Linda is like Hillary Clinton going up against Elle McPhearson. Damn! But, somehow, nothing seems to matter when we get together. After parking the car, I unlocked my door and tossed my purse onto the hall table. I decided to check my Email messages and walked into my home office, crashed into my soft, comfortable chair and logged onto the Internet. Business first, of course. As usual, thank God, business is booming. Which means that, somehow, soon, I will be visiting sites to keep developments intact. Nice to be needed, I thought. I sent out several messages that promised the world and let Denver know that I would be there on Wednesday, very early. Having saved the best for last, I pulled up a message from Irish. Lovely, soft, delicious Irish, I thought. The glue that held my professional day together. After reading through her list of messages, stories, rumors, gossip, etc., I clicked reply. I proceeded to answer all her questions, made a string of suggestions and pooh-poohed some of the gossip and rumors. Finally, I added a coda to the bottom of the message, telling her to check her private email line in about 10 minutes. Then, I wrote: My Sweet Irish: I know you're probably too busy to fit this into your schedule for Thursday evening and you're probably not at all interested. However, on the outside chance you would be interested, I was wondering if you'd like to go somewhere with me that evening. You see, my friend Nora is having a little get together at her Manhattan townhouse. Nora, of course, her little nieces, Deborah and Loren and a few - others. You're probably not interested or you're too busy, but would you like to go with me? She'll have a limo at our doorstep at 7:30. Love, Randi I sent the message and waited patiently as I answered several personal messages from dear friends, Seattle, et al. Exactly 5 minutes later, my Betty Boop singsong file activated, indicating receipt of a message. I opened Irish's response and found, in bold, red, size 72 font: YES! Well, I guess she wants to go, I laughed. I replied: "…well, if you're sure…" Thursday, New York City, 6:15PM Oh, shit, I'm running late, I thought, rushing out of the boardroom to my office, slamming the door behind me and locking it. I entered my private bath and opened my overnight bag, taking out another of my Calvin Klein specials: black velvet slacks, a gold and rhinestone turtleneck sweater and my black Calvin Klein jacket. I quickly stripped and reached into my shower to turn on the water. I climbed in and leaned against the cold tile wall, my eyes closed, letting the steaming hot water wash away all the aches and pains of the day from my body and my concerns from my mind. Ryan was still in Washington, not due back until late Friday night. The two youngest babies were staying with their aunt in Connecticut for the evening and the oldest was staying with her best friend in the Hamptons for the rest of the week (Wow. Did she have a hard life!). Allowing a sly, sensual smile to invade my lips, I relaxed, enjoying the cascading waters on my body, my breasts tingling under the stinging spray. I removed the soap-on-a-rope from the showerhead and began to massage the lather into my hands. I started with my neck, massaging the soft tissue beneath my earlobes and the short little hairs at the nape of my neck. I began to tease myself, running my soapy hands down my arms, beneath them, over my shoulders and my chest. I cupped and massaged each of my breasts, squeezing them tightly, rolling them around my chest. I squeezed and pulled on each of my nipples until they were fire engine red and rock hard. A strange sound blocked out the steady drumming of the shower and I finally realized it was my moaning, a continual monotone. I wrapped my arms around my chest, squeezing my breasts together, pretending that I was being held from behind. I let my soapy hands slid slowly down over the firmness of my tummy, tickling over my belly button and slowly descending to my pussy. I was groaning loudly now as my fingers tangled in my trimmed red bush, soaping it thoroughly. My fingers touched my swollen pussy lips, my fingers stroking between them, touching and circling my fingers around my hardened clittie, touching and stroking into my fiery hot pussy hole. Leaning back hard against the shower wall, I began to thrust my soapy fingers deep into my pussy. I could feel an orgasm beginning to rise and cried out short staccato grunts as my fingers began to stroke faster and faster. I reached behind me for the soap bar and quickly placed it at the entrance of my pussy, gently pushing the narrow bar inside my hole. With one hand maintaining the stroke, I let one soapy finger from my other hand slide directly into waiting, clutching asshole. Suddenly, I was there. "Unnnh! Oh, shit…." I cried, sliding down to a sitting position on the floor of the shower, my juices flowing over the thrusting soap bar and my fingers, my orgasm briefly disorienting me. I sat there for long moments, my head back, the water pouring over me. Whew! Slowly, I stood and finished rinsing the lather from my body and staggered from the shower. My afterglow still resonating throughout my body, I slowly toweled off, blew my hair dry and began to dress. I slipped on a tiny, white silken bra and tinier white silken panties. I slipped on my turtleneck sweater, fluffing out my hair and positioning my boobs to their best effect. I pulled on the slacks, loving the close fit that held my pussy and my ass so snugly. Fastening my Gucci belt with the clasped hands, I sat down to pull on my favorite mid calf boots. I reached into my overnight, extracting a small jewelry case and opened it. I removed my latest auction purchase, a diamond necklace that held an early 19th century, hand painted ivory pendant. I placed it around my neck and stared at the beautifully hand drawn Victorian lady, surely me in an earlier lifetime. Hee hee. I put on the matching earrings and modeled the ensemble in the mirror. Mmmm. Nice, I thought, proudly. Bragging, I guess, but I love it. I added a tiny amount of makeup and I turned out the light and walked back to my office desk. I picked up the telephone and dialed Ryan's hotel room in Washington. "Hi, Sweetheart. My wife is back in New York and I'm ready to lock and load," his deep baritone swept through the line. "Mmmmm. Can't wait to get my hands on that huge beanstalk in your pants, lover. I need those beans in my mouth," I responded, growling through the line. "Ready to roar, tonight?" he asked, a sexy laugh hidden in his words. "All you ever have to do is ask and I'm there in Washington, instead, my wonderful husband," I whispered, the sincerity of my words clearly obvious. "Don't be silly, Dolt. You know how I feel. However, I wish I could be there to see what happens when you walk in with Irish, ' he said. "As a matter of fact, I would love to join in on the fun. Heard from the kinderlech?" he asked, his rich, mangled attempt at Yiddish so cute. "Yep. The tinies are with Jennifer for the evening and their homework is already finished. Settled in and happy with our promise of a driving trip through New England over the weekend. Our other child, the dangerous one, is happily in the Hamptons. She's promised to be good, although I'm not so sure I trust her girlfriend. A little too boy-hungry for my tastes. Maybe girl- hungry, too. But, we've always been able to trust her and I won't start dictating to her just yet. Nobody will get in there without a warrant, that much is for sure. What're you plans for the evening?" I asked. "About 5-6 hours of work with these guys and I just might get caught up," Ryan answered, "And, some extra security measures to keep those pricks from the CIA off our case, too," he added, his disgust noticeable in his usually dulcet tones. "When are those bastards going to learn? You've boxed them out every time, so far," I said, my shared disgust building. "Yeah. Well, now they've tried to bribe my guys," he said, his anger building. "Tried to get to our encryption codes. They just don't know when to stop. But, they're leaning. I've just sicced the DIA dogs on them. Nasty guys, those. I don't expect any further bullshit for a while, now. Be glad when this one's over and I can get back to other, simpler defense assaults." "Gotta go, loverman. Please, please be careful. I don't trust those fuckers. I still think we should talk to our friends about them." "Last resort, darling. Have a wonderful time. Kiss them for me. Especially Cleo," he said, a lustful slurp coming over the line. "Hey! You stay away from her. I may have to scratch her eyes out tonight," I laughed. "Don't worry. You'll get a full report. I love you so much, sweetheart. I couldn't live without you, you know." "Love you too, sweetheart. Talk to you in the morning. Night." I replaced the receiver in its cradle and held it, not yet willing to remove my hand, to break the connection to Ryan in my mind. Damn! How did I get so fucking lucky! I thought. Suddenly, a knock at the door broke the spell. "Coming! I hollered. "God, I hope not yet," the response from a juiced-up Irish. "Shit, Irish! Stop that," I said, walking to the door and unlocking it. As she floated in, she said, "Relax, boss, everyone here has left. Even the cleaning personnel haven't arrived yet." "Wow," I breathed, catching myself as I watched Irish walk toward me. Her body screamed 'Fuck me', decked out in black velvet slacks that hugged her softly rounded ass, a sleeveless white turtleneck sweater that squeezed her huge, delicious breasts, nipples poking through, already distended. She carried her black DKNY jacket hooked over her shoulder. Absolutely smashing, devastating! "You look fabulous," I said, pulling her head toward mine, kissing her softly on her thick, beautiful lips. She murmured something about me that was lost in the baffle of our mouths, her tongue tasting of Listerine. "We'd better go. The limo is probably downstairs. Nora's limos are notorious for being on time." "Mmmm," she murmured. I grabbed my bag and my leather jacket, and, linking arms, we marched off to the elevator. Just as we rounded the corner, approaching the elevator, we stopped. There before us was our usual cleaning lady, a huge dark Hispanic woman, standing there stunned. Looking at each other, we advanced as one, taking a cheek apiece and kissing her. "Hi, Rosa," we chimed together. Looking crimson and confused, she shook her head. "Too much wine," she muttered walking away as we entered the elevator. As the door closed, I watched Irish, her eyes casting about for focus. "Okay, what's wrong?" I asked, reaching over to take her hand. Wow! She's shaking like a leaf! "Scared shitless, Boss," she fairly whispered as if the words were painful to say. "I think I'm out of my league, here," she said, her eyes downcast. "I mean I don't belong with these people, these friends of yours, Randi," she added. "Maybe I shouldn't go." "Yeah, you're probably right," I said, matter-of-factly. "You aren't in their league," I said, taking her hands in mine. "That's because you're a fucking idiot. Irish," I began. "Don't you understand, yet? There is no League. These are not the kind of people you think they are. They don't think with their biases any more than you or I do. We care for each other. We actually care. "I thought the same thing the first time I met these women. Nora is a member of that elite class of people where there is no such thing as money. Only funds. Possessions. Acquisitions. But," I continued, warming up. "We share a common wish. We wish to share our lives with others, with no recriminations, no faults, no arguing. And, my love, no sense of class distinction. You're going to see some things tonight that will blow your mind. Artistic treasures, magnificent furnishings. Beautiful women. Tall women, tiny women, fat and ugly women. What we all share, my darling Irish, is a real and sincere love for each other." I leaned to her and kissed her soft chocolate cheek. "You fit this crowd so well, you will kick your beautiful black ass for what you said in this elevator. Now, straighten up, girlfriend. We're on our way to a wonderful evening." Irish wiped a tear from her eye and kissed me. The elevator door opened and we walked purposefully to the front entrance of the building, gratefully accepting numerous glances, leers. Exiting through the revolving doors to the street, I instantly saw the massive Rolls Royce waited by the curb, a uniformed driver standing by an open rear door. I glanced at Irish and giggled. Her eyes were so wide, they looked as though they would fall from their sockets. People stopped to stare at "whoever" we were. "Good evening. I'm Charles," the driver said, beckoning us to enter. "Thanks you, Charles," I said, as though this were an everyday occurrence. Twenty minutes of heavy midtown traffic later, the limo pulled up before my favorite New York brownstone in the whole of the city. As the door opened, I climbed out, followed quickly by Irish, her hand clutching my arm so tightly, my circulation was in danger of being cut off. "Will you relax?" I whispered, suppressing another giggle. "Come on." As we reached the front door, it opened as if by magic, the maid standing to one side, a soft glowing smile offered. We crossed the threshold and into the foyer, handing her our outer jackets. With another sweet smile, she directed us to the great room. "Randi! How wonderful!" Nora swiftly made her way across the room through the crowd of people, rushing up to hug me, her tiny arms pulling me against her for a huge hug. Relishing the touch of her soft flesh, I pushed her away, holding her hands, staring at her. God! 63 years old and still a brilliant beauty. Tiny, little endearing laugh lines in the corners of her eyes and her mouth, her hair mostly gray, her flashing blue eyes were totally enhanced by the soft power blue of her hostess' gown. It hugged her tiny frame and her clearly oversized breasts and made her completely alluring. "Don't you ever age?" I asked, smiling into her beautiful face. "Not if I can help it. Or, my plastic surgeon or my physical therapist, my herbalist, et al," she laughed, her smile overpowering. Turning to Irish, her eyes lit up, "And, this is the fabulous Irish! Oh, Randi, only your stories could have done her justice. She's exactly as I pictured her," she said. "While I masturbated," she whispered, with an evil grin. "How do you do, my dear," she asked, her arms opening to hug Irish. Irish was taken aback but accepted the hug. "Hi. I am so happy to be here. Thanks so much for inviting me, Nora," she said, her eyes brimming with happiness. "I've wanted to meet you ever since I read about you, too," she laughed. "My dear, you're welcome anytime to our little parties. Randi's friends are always welcome," she said, her soft hand touching Irish's cheek. "Now, I'm going to steal this beauty for a tour. Randi, mingle," she ordered, offering a kiss to seal the theft of body. Arms linked, they walked off as Irish threw me a kiss. As I walked across the magnificent room, I recognized several of the women in the room as friends, only few as lovers. I also recognized several ladies that were so well known in the New York City area that mentioning their names would get me in big, big trouble. I was just about to turn to the bar when I heard her screaming my name. "Randi!" Such a powerful voice for so tiny a creature, Loren came racing across the floor, followed, as usual, by her older sister, Deborah. Both girls were still wearing their school uniforms: white blouses, very short navy blue skirts, long white knee stockings and black Mary- Jane shoes. Throwing her slender arms around my neck, the fifteen year old little blonde planted a kiss directly on my mouth. She pressed her sweet little chest, still working so hard on building breasts, against mine, holding on for dear life. Deborah grabbed my shoulder and reached up to join her sister, licking around our combined lips. Gently disengaging from the duo, I held them at arms length, beaming at the two little angels. "Hello, lovelies. Having fun this evening?" "Yep! We always do. Everyone wants to get into the little ones' panties, I guess," Loren chided, hugging her sister tight. "How about you, Gorgeous?" "God, you two are insatiable, but you're so cute," I laughed. "But, you know my new rules, sweets. When you're 18, give me a call." "Aw, Randi, come on," Deborah whined. "Can't you drop your rules for even one evening?" "Sorry, loves. But, there are plenty of opportunities for you two here, tonight. Now, give me a kiss and scat." Sporting miserable faces, Loren and Deborah both grabbed me and kissed me hard. Smiling again, they danced away as I continued on across the room. Detouring to the bar, I leaned against the counter and surveyed the dancing couples, the cuddling couples. "Let's see. Scotch over crushed ice. Right?" The singsong voice surprised me, breaking through my reverie. "How did you . . .". Oh, my. Samantha! "Samantha? Is that you?" I said, my heart fluttering as I stared into the brightest emerald green eyes I had ever seen. Despite the almost eight months since I'd last seen this vision, I could never have forgotten her. At least close to six feet tall, her long, blazing red hair shining in the subdued light, my eyes were immediately drawn to her low cut sweater and the myriad freckles that splattered her delicious skin. I raced behind the bar to meet her, my arms reaching around her absolutely goddess-like figure, pulling her tight, kissing her cheeks. "Wow! You look absolutely delicious," I said, holding her tightly against my body. "Whoa, girlfriend," she laughed, returning my hug, her hands sliding down to cup my ass very, very tight. "We might put on a show here if we don't let up for a minute," she said. "But you know something? I've never even kissed you," she added, with a tightly curled smile. "We'll take care of that right now," I whispered, my hands reaching up behind her head, my lips settling over hers. My God, the softness of her extraordinarily full lips, the taste as my tongue licked all around them, sliding between and into her waiting mouth. As her tongue hit mine, I felt the beginning of a flow of juices that threatened to puddle around my feet on the floor. After a long moment, we separated, staring into each other's eyes. "I almost stopped back into the bar to see you so many times," I whispered, releasing her, watching her begin to pour my drink. "But, I honored your wishes. How are you and that guy of yours?" "Still working on it. Trust, me, my darling author, you will most definitely be the first to know," she smiled, handing me my drink. "Tell me, Randi, does my hair really 'need no dye to maintain its sheen and glow' and do my 'green eyes flash even in the semi-darkness'", she asked, her eyes really flashing. "Oh, God, now I'm blushing," I said, feeling the crimson flush to my cheeks. "You've been reading my stories. I'm sorry, Samantha. I should have asked you, first. Are you angry?" "Are you kidding? I wait with bated breath for every one of your stories and do myself over and over while I read them. You made me out to be so beautiful, my ego burst. You have my permission to use me whenever or wherever you wish. Maybe, even in person, sweetie. You never know. Maybe sooner than you think," she smiled with a wicked, wicked grin. "Mmm. From your mouth to God's ears," I murmured. As I was preparing a further response, I felt a hand on my shoulder and glanced down. Long, black fingers, gently squeezed the muscles of my shoulders, her Chanel perfume smell mixing with mine to send an overpowering woman smell wafting past my nostrils. I turned to face the magnificent black Amazon of my dreams, Cleo. Her long, long braids, still studded by miles and miles of beads, surrounded her magnificent face, her huge dark eyes glistening, her broad nose, her thick lips so perfect. Her gold beaded sweater barely contained her burgeoning breasts, her hips and ass tightly held by her skintight mini-skirt. As if in a trance, I placed my drink on the bar and walked into her outstretched arms. As they closed around me, I felt totally safe in the world and from all things that go bump in the night. I pressed my cheek against the tops of her breasts, letting her odors filter through me and a tear slid from my eye. "Hello, Darling. I've missed you so much," Cleo whispered into my ear, her deep, resonant voice so hypnotic. I felt my body rush, my blood boiling at the mere touch of her hands on me. "Cleo. Oh, my darling Cleo. I've missed you, too, love," I murmured against her breast. "And, so has Ryan," I said, stepping back and punching her long, muscular black arm. "Ha! And, how is that stud amongst studs?" Cleo laughed, her hands cupping my face. God, I wanted her to kiss me right then and there, to rip off our clothes and fuck and suck each other right there in front of everybody. She was such an overpowering presence! "He's wonderful, thank you very much," I said, feigning anger for all of 1/1000th of a second. "He said to be sure to give you a good one for him this evening. He's stuck in Washington, again. And, how's your Walking Stick?" I asked. She laughed deeply and grabbed me again, hugging my face against her giant breasts. "He's wonderful. Yes, we're still together. He sends his love to you, too, sweet one," she laughed again. I was just about to ask her how her pussy stayed so damn tight with that monster hanging in the shadows when Nora and Irish approached. Cleo turned to see Nora and gave her a big hug. Then, her eyes landed on Irish. If Armageddon were to come this evening, the explosive crackling of sexual tension that suddenly hit the air would certainly have drowned out the coming of the Anti-Christ. Cleo stared at Irish, her eyes reduced to slits as she fed on Irish's sexual energy. I watched her fingers begin to move involuntarily, grasping at air, almost ready to leap across the few feet that separated them. I could have sworn some of her braids had begun to move on their own. For her part, Irish simply stared at Cleo, her mouth dropped open as she started to visibly shake. You could almost see her nipples harden as she stood there. Their eyes locked and never wavered as I looked, dumfounded, at Nora. She felt it, too. "Uh, Cleo, this is my assistant, Irish. Irish, this is - - -" I began "Cleo - - - Boss, I sometimes thought you exaggerated when you described your friends," she muttered, still staring at Cleo. "But, I apologize. Really. I apologize for ever doubting you," she said. "Mmm, hmmm," I said, a vain attempt to break some of the tension in this isolated corner of the room. "Uh, Nora, would you like to dance with me?" I asked, anxious to avoid any more static electricity since the tiny hairs on my arms were already standing up. Nora and I moved around Cleo and Irish and I took my sweet Golden Ager into my arms, holding her tight, feeling her wonderful breasts pressing against mine. "Did you see that?" I whispered into her ear as she wormed her face against my chest. "Darling, I have never seen anything like that before in my life. I hope they don't hurt each other," she giggled, snuggling into me, looking up into my eyes. "Although," she continued, "it's kind of like the feeling I get whenever I see you," she said. I gazed at this ageless beauty. Her soft silver hair was worn loosely around her beautiful face, almost unlined despite her 63 years. Her electric blue eyes flashed as she stared into mine. I swear I could almost see her beautiful soul. I leaned down to kiss her offered lips, pressing them lightly, my tongue touching them, slipping between them into her soft, giving mouth. A gentle, soft kiss, a loving kiss, sparking the fire that ran between us. As we danced slowly to the soft music permeating the room, I glanced over to see Cleo and Irish dancing together, their large frames pressed hard together, their eyes still fixed on each other. Irish noticed me watching her and smiled, an angelic smile, followed by a kiss. As one, they began to walk over to us. "Would you two like to join us upstairs?" Cleo whispered, her eyelids at half-mast. I stared at Irish, looking for a clue, then at Nora. "Wouldn't you two prefer some privacy?" I asked, a little shocked at the invitation. Glancing at each other, they both smiled and turned back to us. "Not this time. We want our best friends there now. If you want," Cleo added, a sexy glint in her eye. I glanced down at Nora who was smiling, glowing. "We want!" We giggled, in unison. We turned and headed for the stairs. "Oh, wow," I heard as we passed Loren, who was dancing with a tall, attractive, very thin woman dressed in a Nicole Miller rose-colored sheath. "Yeah. Wow," I whispered to her, kissing her on her cheek. "You behave," I added, wasting my admonition, I was sure. Nora and I held back to permit Cleo and Irish to lead the way up the stairs. As one, we watched the two beautiful asses wiggle their way up the stairs, both of us salivating and giggling at the sight. Delicious and wonderful, I thought. At the top of the stairs, Cleo led the way into Nora's master bedroom and held the door as we entered. Taking Nora's hand, I dashed over to the bed, grabbed her in my arms and kissed her. Her soft lips welcomed mine, her mouth opening wide to permit my tongue entrance. Her taste was exquisite, wet, delicious, sweet. Still kissing Nora, I untied the sash around her hostess gown and began to unwrap the flowing material until finally her soft, beautiful little body was exposed, standing there naked, her gray- haired pussy glistening with her come. No panties, the little devil! Her large beautiful breasts were amazing! At 63 years old, where was the sag? Wide, succulent, with darkly rigid nipples, hardened as diamonds, her breasts were oversized for her tiny, under-five foot frame. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her by the waist between my legs, holding her tightly, my mouth lingering on her stomach, kissing and licking my way up to take her right nipple into my mouth. I wrapped my teeth around it, pulling it hard, teasing the tip with my tongue. Her breast mashed against my face, almost surrounding it, as I labored hard, sucking as much of her as I could into my mouth. My hands grasped both breasts, pushing them together so that I could lick and suck on both nipples. Nora stepped back, pulling me from the bed, and quickly stripped my sweater and slacks from my body. Her practiced hands wasted no time in removing my bra and kneeling to skin my panties down past my red bush, pausing only to lick the stray dew drops of my come from the hairs. Naked, I slid down to the floor, my back against the bed and pulled Nora down between my raised legs, pulling her soft body back until her ass was pressing against my pussy. My arms circled her waist and slowly slid up to cup her generous breasts, pulling her back against mine. Squeezing her breasts, pinching her hard nipples, I felt Nora's hands gently caress my thighs as we comfortably watched the Cleo and Irish show. Cleo and Irish stood by the fireplace on the pure white of the shag rug, hands on bare black arms, staring into each other's eyes. Irish seemed totally lost, her usually overpowering personality submerged in her passion for Cleo. Cleo recognized it and took her time, letting her long, strong fingers gently caress the soft, yet firm muscles of Irish's arms. Even from across the room, I could see Irish shaking at Cleo's touch, her head thrown back, eyes closed. Cleo's hands moved slowly around to the front of Irish's sweater, gently touching the swell of her breasts, letting her fingers slide over the large, round mounds, a gentle touch, lightly outlining them, watching as Irish's nipples grew longer and harder against her sweater. Her finger lightly brushed against them, eliciting a long, low groan. Irish's hands settled over Cleo's breasts, pressing them, squeezing them, roiling them around her chest. Cleo's eyes closed, lost in her own passion at the feel of the softness beneath her hands. Cleo firmly tugged Irish's sweater from her slacks. Reaching beneath, her fingers traced Irish's black skin as she lifted the sweater higher and higher, her eyes fixed on the bra-enclosed breasts, struggling to be free of their confinement. As she pulled the sweater higher, Irish lifted her arms to the sky, permitting the sweater to be lifted over her head. With Irish's face covered, Cleo stopped and winked at me. With one hand, she kept the sweater in place and leaned forward to kiss the soft chocolate flesh that was exposed. Irish's tummy was her target, kissing and licking the soft, black smoothness, lingering on her belly button, tasting the tangy flesh, thrusting her tongue deep into her. Irish cried, loud, gutteral cries as Cleo's tongue traced the outlines of her bra, licking her sides, scooting up to lick her armpits and dipping down to the heavy cleavage between those magnificent round breasts. Nora's hands pulled my thighs tightly around her waist, pushing her soft ass hard against my pussy, grinding hard as she watched Cleo and Irish. Her hands slid down my thighs and behind her, touching my spread cunt (Ohh! That word!), tweaking my clittie. How the hell was she doing that, my God! For my part, my hands left her breasts and slid slowly down her firm, hard tummy, gently sliding my finger along her pussy slit, so wet already that my finger slid into her hole easily. Her head leaned back against my shoulder, her hair tickling my cheek. I gently kissed her cheek, watching Cleo work her well-known magic on Irish. The assault on my senses was complete. Slowly, Cleo released Irish from her sweater prison and reached around her to unsnap her bra. As the white material fell, Irish caught it, holding it against her breasts, rubbing the material hard over her nipples, her eyes only for Cleo as she slowly let it fall to the floor. Both Nora and I heard Cleo gasp as Irish's magnificent breasts fell into view. Nora was dumbstruck at the size and shape of those breasts as her fingers teased my pussy with even greater force. Yes, I remembered those breasts, so large, yet so firm and still soft, with those very, very long and thick nipples, perfectly formed, demanding to be sucked. And, suck Cleo did. Her hands scooped those beautiful chocolate titties into her hands, lifting them, testing their weight, squeezing them together. She lowered her head and her long, thick tongue slid out of her mouth to barely touch the tips of Irish's nipples, back and forth as an artist would brush paint onto a canvas. Irish was in the throes of a mini orgasm at the touch of Cleo's tongue on her and let us know with a cry of such passion that Nora immediately turned and grabbed my shoulders. Her lips covered mine, her teeth tightly grasping my lower lip, her tongue sliding over and over it. Opening her mouth wide, she invited my tongue to slide into her hot opening, tasting all her saliva, so sweet, even the taste of the wine she'd had. I laved her tongue, her gums, every recess of her wonderful, clutching mouth. She swung her legs around my waist, facing me now, her mouth reconnecting with mine, her legs around my waist, our pussies touching, grinding into each other. Her beautiful breasts pressed against mine, those magnificent titties, so wide and succulent, her nipples so hard. I slipped my hands between us, holding them tight, squeezing them, feeling her hands return the favor with mine, lifting them, squeezing them as our mouths continued to work so hard. God, she was so delicious. I just could not get enough of her wonderful body. Breaking the kiss, Nora pulled me to my feet and quickly led me to the fireplace to join our friends. I moved directly behind Cleo as Nora knelt behind Irish. Watching. Watching as Cleo continued to make love to Irish's breasts, as Irish reached behind Cleo to unlock the treasures of her breasts. As the bra fell away, Irish squealed in delight at the sight of Cleo's perfect, huge breasts, her nipples as excited as hers. Her hands lifted them, squeezed them, toyed with the nipples as she looked into Cleo's eyes and leaned forward to kiss her again. Their mouths moved around and around, their tongues wrapped together, sucking all the juices from each other's mouths. I leaned forward and began to open Cleo's skirt, unbuttoning it and slowly sliding the zipper down. As the material slid to the floor, I stared at her magnificent, dark, almost black, delicious ass, so daintily held by her tiny bikini panties. On my cue, Nora knelt behind Irish and opened her slacks and slid them down to the floor. Her wonderful brown ass, a shade lighter, came into view and I watched Nora shiver at the sight. I leaned forward to kiss the soft flesh of Cleo's ass, licking the exposed cheeks, tasting the tanginess of her heated skin. My fingers curled around the silken material of her panties and began to pull them down. So soaked, they held firmly in her cunt before I could pull them down and off. Nora, too, had begun to lave Irish's ass, kissing it over and over, all the while pulling her panties down. Irish was in 'absolute fuck heaven' as she would later tell me, her body being attacked from so many angles, her mind spinning out of control. As Nora's tongue teased the crack of her ass, she whimpered into Cleo's mouth, her hands increasing the pressure on those huge breasts. Her hips involuntarily thrust back toward Nora's mouth as her juices began to drip from her cunt. Cleo squealed into Irish's clutching mouth as she felt my tongue slide down the deep, dark crevice of her ass, tasting her women's tastes, smelling her women's smells. My hands held her hips tightly, pulling them back as I spread her ass cheeks, licking the delicate flesh of the insides of her cheeks. Placing my lips over her quivering asshole, I sucked hard, pulling the sphincter into my mouth. My tongue touched the opening to her rectum and, hardened, thrust inside her delicious ass. I let her ass cheeks press against my cheeks as I held her tight, sucking her wonderful black ass. Nora was lost in pure Irish heaven. Her fingers pried Irish's ass cheeks apart and began to lick all over the puckered hole, teasing it, licking all around it before, at last, thrusting her tongue deep inside her, mimicking my movements. Her hands reached around Irish's hips, touching the curly ringlets of hair on her pussy, feeling the wetness of her come dripping over her fingers. My hands followed suit, sliding deep into Cleo's cunt, so wet that two fingers immediately slid deep into her body. Both Irish and Cleo, their black bodies grinding alternatively into our clutching tongues and driving fingers and each other's mouths, their hands full of each other's breasts, were on the verge of explosive orgasms. Cleo's ass contracted on my tongue so hard, it hurt, but it was a delicious hurt. She began to quiver as my fingers increased their pressure in her cunt, her juices flowing so hard now that my fingers were soaked. Nora and I pulled away from the two black amazons and moved toward each other, our bodies melding together, our lips seeking, finding, our tongues locking together. Our hands were everywhere as we madly attacked each other's bodies, sliding over each other's thighs, hips, our asses. I slid down Nora's body, stopping once again to drink of the fountain of her breasts, sucking the hard nipples, chewing them, swirling my tongue around them. Lower, my lips kissed and licked the firmness of her tummy, her belly button, tasting the tanginess, the sweetness of her. Beside us, Cleo and Irish fell to the floor, their hands searching all parts of each other's bodies. Cleo slid down to kiss and lick Irish's tummy, her black hands caressing the black skin of her lover, a magnificent tableau of two Amazons making love. Their faces diving between each other's legs, their mouths locked against each other's pussies, tongues driving deep within each other, their juices flowing. Screaming their orgasms into each other, they sucked those juices in loud wet gasps. My mouth locked over Nora's delicious pussy, my teeth wrapping around her delicious clittie, biting it as my tongue teased the tip. She cried aloud at the intensity of my assault on her body, her hands pulling me closer, trying to pull me all the way inside of her. So delicious, so copious a flow fell from Nora's cunt that I was forced to swallow over an over. My hands caressed the soft smoothness of her thighs and her hips as I drove harder and deeper. At the urging of her hands on my shoulders, I switched around, kneeling over her face, lowering my pussy onto her sucking mouth, feeling her hard tongue slide into my sopping hole, feeling my juices flowing like a river. My orgasm hit me so hard, my mind was totally blank, conscious only of my own pussy and her delicious juices, screaming loud and long into Nora's tight little hole, sucking all of her juice into my mouth. Orgasmic screams rebounded around the room as four women screamed aloud, the smells of sex, the thickness of the air driving us to an exhausted finish. Slowly rolling off Nora sated body, I fell against two collapsed black beauties, my head resting on Irish's cunt, licking up the residue of her come. . Her face, in turn, rested against Cleo's wirey pussy hair. I reached out for Nora, pulling her offered hand so that she joined our exhausted tableau. After a few moments, I heard someone giggle. Naturally, it was Irish whose uncontrollable laughter ended when the four of us began to crawl into a thrashing, wet, all new tableau of pleasure. Stay tuned for Randi XVII. Please, please, and another please keep your emails coming to my toni526 hotmail email address.