Date: Wed, 28 Jun 2000 11:58:23 EDT
From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com>
Subject: Randi19

Randi XIX, a continuation of adventures experienced in my previous stories,
is dedicated to all of my friends and fans. It marks my reunion with my
first ever female lover, the woman who took my bisexual virginity.  This is
the same woman who, in Randi I, Behemoth, led me into the wondrous
experiences that have make my life complete.

Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail address.  I love it
and answer each email personally as soon as possible.

And, now. . .

Randi XIX -- Behemoth revisited

My body shook violently as strong, yet gentle hands touched secret,
forbidden portions of my body, knowing hands closing over my breasts,
fingers teasing my hardened nipples.  My juices flowed like an unending
mountain stream as orgasm after orgasm carried me higher and higher.
"Randi," my mind spun out of control at the sound of her voice, the taste
of her lips on mine.  Over and over, my name called by her as I inched
closer to an explosive climax.

"Randi!  Are you alive?" The words pierced the fog of my mind as I opened
my eyes to stare into Samantha's shimmering green emeralds, glowing with
her sated passion, her twinkling, laughing eyes.  Slowly, I became aware of
my surroundings as I sat up in my seat and glanced out the car window.  My
sweet Samantha had helped me dress and almost carried me to her car.
Glancing at my watch, I saw that I still had well over an hour before my
flight to San Francisco.

Smiling, I pulled her face down for a final, deep kiss, enjoying the
assault on my senses that her tongue provided, probing every dark corner of
my mouth.  We left the car in the parking lot and entered the airport,
heading directly to my gate, thanking God for Irish as my luggage was
waiting for my rescheduled flight.  The sparse, mostly male late evening
crowd congregated in the bar, staring at Samantha and me as we drank our
coffee (only).

"I'll have Ryan call Danny as soon as he can, love," I said, my fingers
lightly caressing the back of her hand.  "He can be very, very persuasive,
believe me.  Incidentally," I continued, taking her hand fully into mine
and kissing the freckles that cover its top.  "It was well, well worth the
wait."

"Yeah," Samantha's mischievous eyes twinkled as her infectious smile
brightened her fabulous face.  "And, at just the perfect time in my life,
too.  We certainly must do this again, flashing-eyes."

I waved to Samantha as I walked down the boarding tunnel to the plane, my
ever-present laptop slung over my shoulder, of course.  I smiled my
surprise that one of the flight attendants, from a memorable trip of
several weeks ago, was again going to see to my needs on yet another
flight.  I took my seat in first class (of course) and fastened my
seatbelt.  I opened my notepad to jot down a few thoughts that had entered
my mind and settled in for a long flight.  Within minutes of take off, my
seat was back, a blankie covered my soft, perfect, loveable body and I was
fast asleep.

Strange thing about love.  I had just spent four hours making love to a
breathtaking woman, a dreamy, beautiful, sexy woman and my dreams, those
portions that I could remember, were filled with a single, beautiful face:
Ryan.  I could almost feel his hands, large and powerful, callused and yet
tender, touching parts of my body that only he could really stimulate, her
piercing, steely bright blue eyes, his hairy, muscular chest and great
shoulders, and his magic stick.  Oh, my, that magic stick, a cock among
cocks!  Pistoning into my body, touching every possible surface of my
vaginal canal, probing against my cervix, filling me with his steaming hot
come.  As the flight attendant touched my shoulder to awaken me, I'm sure
she could see my eyes, see the heat that flowed from them.  And, she
smiled.



"San Francisco in about 30 minutes, Ma'am.  Thought you'd like a few
moments to freshen up before we land," she whispered.  I smiled my
appreciation and took the maximum allotted time to splash a few drops into
my drooping eyes before returning to my seat.

The company limo met me at Arrivals, my luggage already picked up and
stored, and we left.  I glanced at my watch to see that it was just
approaching 4:00AM, PST, plenty of time for a brief nap at the hotel, some
telephone calls and a nice, long, refreshing shower before the limo would
return for me at 7:30.  Perfect.  That was my main reason for flying
redeyes.

Soon, the limo pulled up to the entrance to the Mark Hopkins Hotel and I
checked into my suite.  A beautiful set of rooms, as usual.  The company
never shorted me on facilities.  As soon as I entered, I dropped my
briefcase onto the desk and immediately called Ryan in New York.  "Hi,
Honey," I breathed into the phone as soon as the phone was picked up.  "I
just got to the hotel.  I need you!  Take me, now!"

"Sure, Mommy.  Come on over," whispered a tiny, six year old voice, quickly
followed by a long, loud giggle.

Oh, God, not again!  When will I learn?  "Hi, Princess," I said with an
embarrassed squirm.  "Everybody up already?"

"Yeah.  I knew it was you calling.  I know your ring.  Daddy's comin' from
the shower right now.  Bye, Mommy," she yelled, handing the phone to Ryan
before I could answer.

"Hi, sweetheart.  You must be exhausted, taking that later flight."  Ryan's
delicious, sleep-thick voice got my juices flowing again, as always.

"Uh, oh.  Yeah," I whispered through a stretch and yawn.  "'Thank God for
Irish," I added, just a little nervous.

"Stop worrying, R," Ryan's soft, soothing voice oozed through the phone.
"I understand.  Just as long as you come home to poppa and don't move in
with her."

"Ryan, which of my past lives was I so wonderful in that I deserve you?  I
promise never to take advantage of it.  That's a promise. I do love you so
much, darling."

"I know, lover.  Just think of me.  Okay?  I miss you already," Ryan's
oozing voice was causing me to ooze again.  "I already told them at work
that my travel schedule was going to be reduced or else.  In a few weeks,
I'm changing to every other week.  A travel week and a home week.  Now, I
need a couple hours of sleep and a long hot shower, love.  I'll call you in
Washington later.  Nite, Love."

I replaced the telephone in its cradle and walked into the bedroom where my
suitcases had already lay opened by the bellhop.  Quickly undressing, I
called the front desk and left a wake up call for 6:30AM and crawled under
the covers and was instantly asleep.

At exactly 7:30, the company limo was already waiting as I walked through
the hotel lobby, my ever-present laptop slung over my shoulder and a West
Coast version of the Wall Street Journal under my arm.  I, of course, was
dressed in drop-dead East Coast professionalism clothing, a DK suit, black,
with the skirt short, six inches above my knees, and a silk white on white
blouse.  And, my trademark, a single strand of perfect pearls.  I sipped
from the paper cup of strong black coffee that I'd picked up just past the
elevator and passed through the door held open by the richly dressed
doorman.  Smiling a glorious smile, he offered to take my empty cup as he
led me to the waiting limo.



As I leaned into the limo, a hand reached out to help me enter.  Tracing
the hand back up along a smooth skinned, lightly peach-fuzzed arm, past
silk-clad shoulders, I stared into the glazed, brilliantly green, but
strangely icy cold eyes of the omnipresent Beverly.  Beverly, as in
beautiful, long-legged, long flowing blonde hair, large, high breasts.
Beverly, as in extremely jealous of any attention to her boss, Doreen.

"So good to see you again," Beverly said, her hand squeezing mine,
maintaining the pressure, strong, yet soft and supple.

"Hello, Beverly," I said.  "How wonderful to see you again.  And, how is
Doreen?"  I watched the ice turn her eyes a steely gray-green, similar to
mine (but, no where near as intelligent or sweet!), at the mention of her
boss and mentor.  And, occasional lover.  Isn't it wonderful to know that
your stay in San Francisco is going to be so warm and cuddly, I thought?

"She's much better, thank you.  She's looking forward to seeing you.  I
just wanted to be sure that your visit received all the pomp and
circumstance it deserves, so I asked the limo driver to pick me up first.
Are you suitably impressed?" Her question could certainly have been worded
just a tad better, perhaps with a bit of real warmth.  Her sarcasm,
however, well-aimed and thrown down, gauntlet-style, was accepted.

"Haven't we already been through this dance, Beverly?" I asked as the limo
negotiated the last turn before the giant office building approximately two
blocks away.  Crossing my legs, I fixed her with my patented Randi smile.
"You already know by now what my situation is and what my relationship is
with Doreen.  And, knowing you, I'm sure you know just a bit -- and, only
that bit that I want you to know, by the way -- about me, personally.  So,
cutting to the chase, would you like to stop the car right now?  I'd be
happy to step outside with you and kick your fucking cunt all over the
sidewalk," I added, my brilliant wit accomplished with a brilliant,
flashing, very toothy smile.

The gray-green eyes suddenly turned blank and the curled, cynical smile
left her lips.  I think I got through to her with that one, I thought.
Silence lay over the interior of the limo like a bag of lead weights for
the rest of the ride, tension high, fingers curled into striking blows, if
necessary.  As the car pulled up to the front of the building, I pushed
past Beverly and took the driver's proffered hand, stepping from the car.

I left Beverly to think about things and entered the building heading
directly to the elevator to fly up to our company's floor.  I was
immediately ushered into a waiting conference room and, within minutes, I
was babbling away, presenting the latest developments on one of our largest
client projects.  Naturally, everything under Justine's technical care was
moving along famously, ahead of schedule.  After the company CEO, visiting
everywhere I seem to be lately, for some reason, applauded our work, he hit
me with the chaser.

"Randi, I understand that your daughter, Rachael, has been flashing her
brilliance to some of our clients, notably in Chicago and Dallas," the CEO,
Richard Redmond's ruddy, handsome face rather serious.  "When did she begin
to work for us?" he asked.

"Uh, well, she did say a few things when she accompanied me . . ." I began,
tentatively.

"Randi, relax," Redmond laughed, that famous twinkle returning to his stern
face.  "I've been told she's brilliant.  So, I want her to intern for us
this summer if you have no objections.  Should give us a head start in
recruiting her once she finishes college.  If you want, she could travel
with you."

"Aha!  Now, it becomes clear," I laughed.  "You want me to continue to
travel every week instead of my cutbacks.  Very tricky, Richard," I smiled.

"Well, that might have been a little part of it, I admit," Richard said, a
rueful smile on his handsome face.  "But, from what I've been hearing, I'm
really quite serious.
  I want to see if we can get a hold on that prodigious talent and begin to
channel it."

"Don't you mean control it, Richard?? I retorted, a knowing smile creasing
my lips.  "You may be in for a surprise.  She is definitely not someone
easily manipulated," I teased, knowing that Rachael was going to work for
us -- me -- for the summer!  If she wanted it, that is.  "You are about to
run headlong into what I feel will be one of the key players of the
twenty-first century, Richard.  Good luck."

"Are you kidding me?" Rachael screamed through the cell phone, so loud I
had to move the receiver away from my ear.  "Oh, wow!  Now, I'll really
have to have money to buy a new hat.  My head is already swollen without
this!  Do I get paid?  How much?  When can I start?  I'll have to buy new
clothes.  Should I make those upgrades to my laptop?"

Our discussion went on for about fifteen minutes, leaving one very excited
and exhausted kid waiting for info as soon as I returned to New York City.
I glanced at my watch and noticed that I'd worked through lunch and had at
least four or five hours ahead of me.  Moving to an uninhabited corner of
the conference room foyer, I opened my cell phone and dialed Doreen's
private extension.  Fully realizing, of course, that Beverly would see the
light flash and sneakily pick up her extension.

Unfortunately, an answering message glommed onto my call, requesting a
message.

". . . Hey, sweet woman!  Randi.  Missed lunch because Richard decided to
ask lots of questions, some of which were rather personal, as usual.  Are
we still on for this evening?  Cocktails, dinner and just a lot of talk?
Love you, darling . . ."

I added my pager number, set it on vibrate and placed in a position to
signal me if she calls.  Then, I returned to the conference room and spent
the next four hours, nibbling at a hastily ordered salad and answering all
questions.  At a little before 3PM, a vibration against my groin stirred my
juices and I stole a glance at my pager.  "Problem, sweetheart!"  in bold,
gold letters.  Frowning, I held my breath and waited for the next break and
opened my cellphone.

"Hi, Love," Doreen's voice boomed from the receiver.  "I am so sorry about
tonight.  My niece is in trouble again and I've got to go over to Oakland
and get her straightened out.  I spend more time fixing her problems than I
do my own, damn it!  How about tomorrow evening?  You'll still be here,
right?"

"Sure.  I won't be leaving until Friday morning.  I'll call you tomorrow,
darling."

Darn, I thought, putting away my cellphone.  Oh, well, a nice shower will
be great anyway, I thought.  And, a little sleep.  Smiling, actually
beaming, I went back to work with renewed energy.

Finally, problems solved (of course), the meeting ended and I left the
conference room, exhausted, yet strangely alive, excited.  I made a beeline
for the ladies room and did my ladylike duties.  I returned to speak with
the project manager on one final point, then headed for the elevators.  The
limo driver held the door open for me and I crawled inside for the drive
back to my hotel.  I immediately took out my cell phone, pressed Ryan's
cell phone number and he responded before the second ring.

"Hello, my darling breadwinner."  Ryan's soft, deep stentorian tones
drifted through the phone lines like a lifeline back to reality.  "Finally
finished on the left coast?"

"Oh, my sweet guy.  How I wish I were back there with you right now.  I
shall, Friday afternoon and you'd better be ready for me."  "Give Doreen my
love, sweet," Ryan said.  "You owe her a big one."

"Ryan, I'll be on the late flight back to New York.  All you have to say is
come home and I'm there.  You know that," I said, my usual guilt trip
already underway.

"Not a chance, my love.  You've made your bed and now you have to sleep
with her," he breathed into the telephone.  "And, then, my darling, I will
bend you in half and have my way with you when you return tomorrow."

Relief flooding over me, I breathed a sigh through the phone.  "When I do
get home, my sweet stud, you are waste.  I will literally eat you alive," I
breathed, my best seductive tone pouring over the line.  "At any rate,
though, tonight is off.  Doreen has problems with a wayward niece and we'll
have dinner tomorrow night, instead."

"I'm sorry, Sweetie," Ryan soothed.  "Get some rest, then.  You deserve
it," he added, with a good night kiss.

God!  I was exhausted!  As I unlocked my hotel suite door, the full effects
of the past twenty-four hours finally hit me, the stress beginning to take
their toll.  Despite a memorable experience with Samantha, a Redeye flight
across the country and 11 hours in the boardroom, I was still able to make
it across the foyer to set my briefcase and computer onto the desk in the
great room.  Leaning against it and removed my shoes, I rubbed my sore feet
for a few moments.  Stifling a yawn, I walked into the bedroom and began to
undress.

Having dreamt all day of a long, hot soaking shower, I stripped quickly,
grabbed my robe and walked through the soft, plush carpet to the master
bathroom.  I reached into the glass-enclosed shower and turned on the
water, adjusting the temperature and leaned against the sink, staring at
the mirror.  Oooo, damn.  I looked tired.  But, beautiful, of course (just
ask me!).  Opening the shower door, I slipped inside and closed the door,
stepping directly under the sharp pulses of water, feeling the sting as my
weariness began to bleed away down the drain.
  Leaning my face against the shower wall, I let the water rush down the
channel of my back and down over my ass, feeling my aches and pains and my
exhaustion slowly begin to dissipate.  Dissipate to the extent that my mind
began to channel back to that first time.  The first time I'd met Doreen.

As I had expected, my presentation had gone fabulously!  I was so proud as
each person asked questions that were intelligent and to the point.  When
we were finished, I received rounds of congratulations and left the
conference room beaming.  I felt that I was Superwoman!  Even the company
CEO, on visit to the SF branch, offered his approval and promises of bonus
dollars danced n my head.  Next on my agenda was a meeting with the Manager
of Information Technology.

I was led to Doreen Mark's office by her private secretary, the beautiful,
long-legged, devious and jealous Beverly.  She had fixed me with a huge
smile and sized me up before leading me down the hallway to Doreen's
office.  A gentle knock, a booming "Come on in" and Beverly walked away.  I
opened the door and entered the office.

Suffice to say, what greeted me was shocking.  Doreen Marks, standing
behind her desk, her arm outstretched toward me, stood approximately 6 feet
tall, a very round black face with a short Afro and weighed in at over 400
pounds.  Her chest consisted of the largest tits I had ever seen and her
arms were gigantic.  She wore a broad, knowing smile and as she took my
hand in hers, she said with a booming voice, "Ms. Hilliard, welcome to San
Francisco!  I'm Doreen Marks.  Nice to meet another female achiever in this
fuckin' company!  Have a seat."



I eased myself into a chair opposite Doreen, crossed my legs and leaned
forward toward her desk and for the next two hours we poured over reviews
of her operation and her people.  As we worked, I began to like Doreen.
She was intelligent, infused with a delight in her work and proud of her
group's ideas.  I would occasionally glance at her when I foolishly thought
she wasn't looking, her huge mass squeezed into a dress too tight for her,
her bulk imposing. But, at the same time, so interesting.

Doreen had seduced me that night.  My first time.  Of course, seduction is
hardly the appropriate word since Doreen possesses that certain something
that draws people like flies.

I wrapped my robe around myself and blow-dried my hair before dropping one
or two little dribbles of Chanel into those private areas.  I padded across
the floor into the great room and plopped onto the sofa, leaning my head
back, enjoying the quiet and the sparkling sun pouring in through the
floor-to-ceiling glass doors that led to the oversized balcony.  I picked
up the room service folder and began to decide on what to eat.  Another
overpowering yawn struck as I decided on salmon steak and a huge salad and
I picked up the telephone.  Just as I lifted my finger to touch the keys,
something stopped me.  A sudden knowledge that something was not right.
All that training never leaves you, your instincts are always just beneath
the surface, always at the ready.  Thus, I wasn't surprised when the large
shadow fell across my body.

"Hello, sweet cream in my black coffee," Doreen's booming voice easily
drown out any sounds moving up from the street far below as she stood at
the French doors leading from the balcony.  .  "Finally out of that shower,
huh?"  The figure moved into the great room and I was able to stop
squinting and see . . . Doreen?

"Doreen?  Doreen!?!  Is that really you?"  I cried, rising and racing
around the table to her, leaping into her large, warm, enveloping arms.  I
threw my arms around her neck and kissed her thick, yet yielding lips,
tasting her sweetly flavored lipstick, my tongue immediately delving into
her buttery soft, moist, heated mouth.  Immediately, her long, thick tongue
located mine and began the tongue dance of death, stroking the length of
mine before sliding down its length to the opening of my throat.  Home at
last, I felt her huge arms wrap around my body, holding me close, making me
feel so safe in her arms.

Oh, God, it was so amazing, so wonderful to finally be in her arms again.
But, something was different this time.  Very much different.  There was
almost half of her missing!  I pulled back, my hands sliding down her thick
black arms to hold her hands, staring at her.  Dressed in a salmon colored
business suit, a large collared white silk blouse, a single strand of white
pearls, she was beautiful.  Beaming, she began to spin around and around,
showing off what turned out to be 46 DD breasts, 40-inch waist and 44-inch
hips.

"You like?  Down to 240 pounds, my love.  Lost half my titties, which now
makes my nipples look even longer and thicker.  Well?" she sang, her
happiness so obvious.

"Doreen, my darling Doreen.  You are absolutely smashing!  Gorgeous!  God,
how I've missed you, my sweet chocolate lady," I whispered, staring into
her huge dark eyes, her still rounded face, her ever present Afro.  For all
you ladies out there hiding from queen-sized women, shame on you.  You have
no idea what you are missing.

I took her hand and led her to the couch.  "Now, stay right here.  I'll be
right back with some wine.  Hey, wait a minute," I stopped, and stood
directly before her.  "You were supposed to be in Oakland with your niece.
What happened?"



"False alarm, thank God.  She wasn't arrested.  She was bailing out her
boyfriend, not the other way around.  Lucky she called me or I would have
ripped her a new one for making me run there for that bastard's sake,"
Doreen sat on the end of the sofa, shaking her head.  "How that girl gets
involved with that scum is beyond me.  My sister gave up on her long ago,
but I still think she can be saved.  But, damn it, this might be the last
straw."

"Oh, Doreen," I whispered, sitting on the arm of the sofa, my arm around
her.  "I'm so sorry she's giving you such trouble.  I remember her picture
in your living room.  Gorgeous girl.  Isn't she a lawyer?  How could she
get involved with such a creep?"

"Shit, girlfriend.  Don't we all have times like that when we put our faith
in someone and get fucked?  Especially when he's got about a dozen inches
of peckerhood.  But, hey!  I haven't seen you in almost a year and we're
talking about anything but us!  Believe me, little Suzie will take care of
herself.  Let's talk about you.  How have you been, love?  And, where is
that wine?"

"Mmm, darling, I have missed you, too," I whispered, kissing her soft,
smooth and broad forehead and danced into the kitchen.  I returned with the
wine and two large goblets.  I poured our glasses full of white wine,
offered a toast to us both and we began to catch up on lost times.  We
talked for hours, quickly losing track of time.  Or, for that matter, the
fact that I was starved.  Doreen's quick wit and intelligence continued to
amaze me as well as her great sensuality.  She was an ever-present force,
her essence permeating the room.  And, despite the fact that she had lost
so much weight, she was still an enormous woman.  An enormous woman whose
presence was setting my body on fire.  As one, we stopped talking and
stared into each other's eyes, her great hands cupping my face.

Doreen smiled at me, leaned over and brought her large lips to mine,
grinding her teeth against mine, our tongues battling in our mouths.  She
brought her hand up to cup my breast through my robe, so gentle for such
large, powerful hands.  She let her hand slide beneath my robe, gently
caressing my naked breast, her fingers pinching my nipple.  I reached down
to cup her huge tittie, squeezing it, my hand sinking into her massive
mound.

Doreen gently pushed me away from her and stood up, smiling.  Without a
word, she took my hand and led me toward my own bedroom.  The lights were
already dim, only the light from the window providing any illumination.  I
turned on my Bose and my standard John Coltrane music and walked to Doreen.
Smiling, I opened her jacket and removed it, laying it on the chair near
the bed.

I opened each button on her white silk blouse slowly, carefully, watching
more and more of her soft chocolate skin appear.  I leaned forward to kiss
the soft flesh above her deep, mysterious cleavage as I continued opening
the buttons.  She was wearing a white silk lacey bra, not the canvas holder
she had worn the last time we were together.  As I peeled her blouse away,
I was overcome with the beauty of her mammoth breasts, still perfectly
formed in their lacey shell.

Reaching down, I opened the button on her skirt and slowly ran the zipper
down.  Her skirt fell away, leaving her only in very thin, fragile panties.
I slipped her blouse from her shoulders and just stared.

Doreen was unbelievable.  Her legs no longer resembled huge tree trunks.
Her thighs still had no cellulite at all, simply wide, smooth and
completely hairless.  The thick jungle of pussy hair was thinned and
trimmed, not oozing from the corners of her panties.  But, still there, if
not more so, was the damp stain at the bottom of the V of her pussy.

Doreen reached behind her to unfasten her bra.  She held it in place for a
moment, a smile appearing from her beautiful dark brown features.  I knew
she was so anxious to show off her new body.  Reaching out, I took the bra
from her and pulled it away.  I watched in awe as her mammoth tits rolled
into view.

Her very dark brown tits were still enormous.  Long, hanging down her
chest, they were absolutely beautiful.  Her areolas were wide, with little
bumps, and much darker than her breasts.  Her nipples were long and thick,
hard as rocks.  Shaking, I knelt before her and slowly began to peel her
panties down over her full hips, watching as her kinky curls came into
view, thick, yet so neatly trimmed.  My mouth watered, watching the leakage
of her juices at the top of her slit.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Doreen watched, her great body shuddering
in anticipation.  My eyes locked with hers as I loosened the belt of my
robe, letting it fall at my feet.  I let the folds of my robe open,
watching her eyes close to mere slits, glazed, tears forming at the edges.
Smiling, I let the robe fall from my shoulders to the floor, standing naked
before her.  I watched Doreen's thick lips curled into a warm smile that
matched my own, watched as her hands reached out for me.  I walked the last
few feet to her, my hands outstretched to hers, letting her slowly draw me
down to her lap.  I gasped at the heat of her loins beneath my ass and my
thighs as I settled onto her lap, her great arms closing around my body,
holding me to her as if a child.

Melting into Doreen's arms, I felt so warm and so safe, wrapped in her
chocolate skin.  I raised my face to hers, seeing myself in her beautiful
eyes and my lips touched hers.  Sparklers behind my eyes, I felt her soft
lips pressing mine and opened my mouth to her, feeling the soft, thickness
of her tongue slide into me.  So delicious, so wonderful, I let her easily
find my tongue, let her lick the length of it, my teeth, my gums,
everything.  I tasted her sweet saliva as it dripped into my mouth.

I reached out a hand to lift and cup one massive breast, relishing the
weight of it, the softness, the full firmness of her.  My fingers teased
around her raised areola, feeling each tiny bump, touching the long, hard
nipple.  I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, pulling on it,
twisting it, making it mine as her teeth wrapped tightly around my probing
tongue.

"Oh, God, Doreen, God, I have missed you," I whispered, breaking our kiss
for the briefest of moments.  "You are so beautiful."  I kept repeating it
over and over, even into the depths of her mouth, as I lifted from her lap
to let her lie fully onto the bed.  I straddled her waist, letting my
flowing cunt (!) cover her tummy with my juice.  Watching her mammoth
breasts spread, I kneaded the fleshy mounds, rolling them all around on her
chest, my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of the soft flesh under my
fingers.  Listening to Doreen moan, crying out my name over and over, I
swiveled my hips on her, letting my pussy grind over her tummy.  Her large,
gentle hands reached up to cup my breasts, moving them, squeezing them
together, her short, stubby fingers teasing my nipples.

I lay fully atop her, mashing my smaller breasts against her massive ones,
my pussy pressing against hers.  I kissed her face, all of it, her
forehead, her round cheeks, her broad nose, her soft, thick lips.
Delighting in the taste of her skin, the tangy flavor of her body, I
reveled in her softness surrounding me as I began to slide down her body.
Dark, chocolate dark skin beneath my lips, my tongue, savoring every inch
of her body, I kissed and licked her shoulders, the broad expanse of her
arms, lifting them so that I could reach her armpits, licking them, tasting
her body, across to her soft breasts.  Opening my mouth wide, I sucked in
her huge areolas, licking all around them, sucking them deep into my mouth,
letting my teeth surround her nipples.  Biting them, chewing them, I
lavished love onto both breasts and nipples, moving from one to another as
if trying to decide which one I wished to take back to New York with me.
Both of them won.  I felt her hands on my head, pressing me into her flesh,
then traveling down my body, over my back, my sides, my hips.  Moving down,
I licked little circles over the softness of her stomach.  Still large, but
a mere fraction of what I found when last we met, I loved the taste,
circling around her beautiful belly button, licking the insides, pressing
hard into her,



"Oh, baby, yes, I love that.  My pussy, Toni, please.  I need you there.
Please," she cried, her hands pushing at my head.  Resisting, I kept her
suffering (ha ha) as I passed by her pussy to her soft, full hip, kissing
the soft black flesh, moving down to her thigh.  Ignoring her cries, I
began to lick the full length of her leg, her thigh, behind her fleshy
knee, her thick, smooth calf, to her foot, licking the almost white bottom,
to her toes, sucking each one.  Each little cock, biting hard around her
great toe.

"God damn it, Toni, my God.  What are you . . . " Doreen screamed my name
louder and louder as I teased her foot and switched my attention to the
other one.

"You're torturing me, my God," she scream as I slowly began my return trip
up her other leg.  Finally, my face was trapped between her soft, delicious
black thighs, staring into her bright pink pussy.  I watched her charcoal
black pussy lips move as she flexed her pussy, staring into the bright pink
wetness of her cunt.

"God, it is so beautiful, Doreen.  So wet, for me.  I can see your clittie
standing there, waiting for my tongue," I whispered, watching as her hands
massaged her breasts.  "It's waiting for me, all hard and red and swollen."

"Girl, don't talk to it!  Suck it!  Please, you're driving me crazy!"
Doreen screamed, urging me to drive her to new heights, her great body
shaking with unbridled lust.  Smiling over her raised tummy at her, I began
to kiss the inner surfaces of her thighs, licking up the softness of her
body.  I was in heaven, tasting the delicious dark flesh, tasting the come
that had leaked down her thighs.  Closer and closer I crawled, licking her
thighs as they rested heavily on my shoulders.  Her woman smells
intoxicating me, my tongue touched the black lips surrounding her pussy,
tasting her sweet taste, my teeth grasping those lips tight, tugging on
them.  More screams for mercy from Doreen.

Finally, my tongue reached the little blanket that surrounded her quivering
clittie, sliding between the folds to the hard, bright red soldier standing
firm and strong, glistening with her come.  I swirled my tongue around and
around it, flicking at it.  I used my teeth to push the little blanket down
to grasp her clittie tight, biting down, pulling on it.  My hands slide
beneath Doreen's ass, holding onto the large, fleshy mounds, pulling her
closer to my mouth.

"Oh, my God, Randi, love, please, more, so wonderful," Doreen cried, her
hands holding my head against her pussy.  My tongue slid down to her pussy
hole, sliding deep inside of her.  Delving into her, through all her folds
and softness, her juices flowing.  I could feel her beginning to come, her
energies building deep inside her.

"Oh, my God, I'm coming, Randi.  I'm coming, cominggg, cominggggg!" Doreen
screamed her orgasm, pulling me hard into her body, letting her come spurt
like a fountain, directly into my sucking mouth.  More and more, so much
more that it was too much to take, leaking from the corners of my mouth.
Licking it up, swallowing it, devouring it.

Sliding up along Doreen's body, I rested, exhausted, her body throbbing
beneath me, her heart beating so fast, so powerfully, I worried about her
condition.  I felt her strong hands gently caressing my body, little kisses
applied all over my face.

"My God, you have certainly learned a lot in a year, my lovely Randi,"
Doreen wheezed, still flowing, buoyant from her orgasm.

"Mmmmm," I murmured.  "That was my present to you, darling.  An anniversary
goodie."

"Hee, hee.  You're a nut, you know that?" Doreen laughed, cuddling me
closer to her, her hands caressing me everywhere she could reach.  I
pressed my face against her breasts, kissing the softness, letting my face
sink into the amazing softness.

"Mmmm.  Yes, I am, my love.  And, tonight is your night.  I came just
making love to you and I'm not finished," stopping Doreen's protests by
leaning up to kiss her lips once again.  "If you want to chew on this body,
darling, you'll have to cook me one of your wonderful dinners tomorrow
night.  For now, darling, I have business to conduct."

I moved back on top of my chocolate beauty, burying my face once again into
Doreen's fabulous, massive breasts.  So amazingly soft, yet so firm and
beautiful.  I molded them in my hands, bringing them together, kissing the
softness, licking from one wide areola to the other, sucking each of her
nipples, dragging each into my mouth, my tongue licking across the tips.  I
wrapped my teeth around one nipple, biting it hard, chewing it, flicking my
tongue across its tip, bringing howls of lust from my friend.  Her hands
wasted no motion, though, moving down between us, searching for my cunt.
Giving in a little, I let her hand snake down to cup my pussy, feeling her
thick finger slide into me, immediately curling to press against my G spot.
God, my come is flowing, all over her hand!

I slid from Doreen's body and rolled her over onto her tummy.  Her large
ass, half the size that I remember, came into my view.  Amazedly, no
cellulite, none of the usual popcorn that one might expect.  I moved my
lips down to one of her ass cheeks, licking the soft, smooth chocolate
flesh.  I kissed and licked across to the other cheek, again, kissing and
licking the soft smoothness of her.  I reached beneath her, sliding my
fingers into her cunt, wetting them, then slipped one finger between her
cheeks, searching deep into her, finding her asshole, pushing it into her,
to the last knuckle, moving it around and around.  I felt her squirming
under my lips and my finger, moaning again for more and more and more.

I removed my finger and, gently, firmly spread Doreen's ass cheeks apart.
Oh, God, so beautiful, so perfect, so dark and so clean.  Her asshole
winked, surrounded by raised, wrinkled flesh, beckoning me to approach.  I
licked the flesh on the insides of each of her cheeks, slowly licking in
lazy circles, getting closer and closer.  Doreen thrust her hips back,
screaming for me to touch her.  Finally, I touched the tip of my tongue to
her asshole, poking it in tiny little stabs, delicately teasing my love.

"Randiiii . . . damn it, girl, fuck me!  Fuck my ass!" Doreen screamed,
forcing her hips back toward me even more forcefully.  I hardened my tongue
and plunged it into her asshole as far as possible, moving it around and
around inside of her, touching each and every nook and cranny that I could
reach.  I could feel her sphincter clutching hard at my tongue as she
screamed my name over and over.  Moving so violently I could barely keep my
tongue in her, Doreen was in the throes of multiple orgasms, now, and I was
barely able to hold on to her.  I let her cheeks surround my face, riding
her overpowering orgasm, listening to her screams so loud, I could still
hear her through her cheeks that pressed against my ears.

As her orgasm began to subside, I moved my face down to drink up her
copious flow of come, savoring my wonderful friend's essence.  Finally, I
crawled up to cuddle her, exhausted and finally sated.

"Girlfriend," Doreen said, between gasps for breathe, "I still owe you,"
she barely breathed.  "I owe you a whole, whole, whole lot."

"Darling, it's a long, long night and the night is still young."

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