Date: Sat, 9 Oct 1999 01:36:05 -0700 From: toni526@hotmail.com Subject: Randi II So many of you who read my first two stories, "Behemoth" and "Randi I", were wonderful and appreciative of my efforts. Therefore, Randi II, a continuation of adventures experienced in my previous two stories, is dedicated to all of my friends and fans. Your encouragement has given me a chance to relive in a very dramatic way the unforgettable time that I spent over a 48 hour period. Those were wonderful hours and many more came later. I hope you enjoy Randi II. I will be writing much more soon. The following story picks up after I left the bar with my fabulous new friends to experience the most erotic events of my life, entering a world that most would never know existed. But, it does. And, I for one am ecstatic that it does. Please keep your feedback coming to:. I love it and answer each email personally as soon as possible And, now. . . Randi II The interior of the bar was seductive. That's the only word I can think of to describe it. Subdued lighting, a very long dark mahogany bar down the left wall with paints that depicted women in beautiful settings. Tables barely big enough for one, let alone two, were strewn against the opposite wall and, in the darkness, some secluded booths in the back. The area between the bar and tables was a dance floor, with lightly blinking colored lights. The background music was slow, soft jazz, almost as an afterthought. There were pools of light, avoided by many, sought after by others. As with any gathering place, people were grouped in cliques: one group of grunge-dressed women, almost girls occupied an area toward the back end of the bar, avoiding the bright light. Another group consisting long, lean, brilliantly dressed young women sought out the light, seemingly more interested in being watched and appreciated than to become involved. Although, for that matter, they already seemed to be involved - with themselves. As I looked around the room, I noticed one table near the back that was a little larger than the others and empty. I made my way back to the table, excusing myself through about 15 women, exchanging smiles with several. I placed my small shoulder bag onto the table and slid into the chair, crossed my legs and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. I even glanced at my watch as though I was waiting for someone. God, I am so nervous, I thought. "Hi, beautiful. Can I get you a drink?" I must have physically jumped from my seat because a laugh tinkled from the lips of an absolutely gorgeous young woman standing near me with a tray, a pad and a pencil. She was amazing. Tall, at least 5 feet, 10 inches, long, fire engine red hair that needed no dye to maintain its sheen and glow and flashing green eyes that were apparent even in the semi-darkness. "You newbies are so obvious," she said, her lips curled in a friendly smile. "My name is Samantha. Can I bring you a drink?" I stuttered an answer that came out through a broken voice. "Uh-yeah. I mean yes, you can. Bring me a drink, that is. Uh, a Scotch Mist, please." "Scotch over crushed ice it is," She said. "Look," she said, leaning over a little to place a hand on my forearm. "Just relax and enjoy the evening. This is the friendliest bar in New York. Everyone here is good people. You're among friends in here. Okay?" She turned to walk away. I reached out a hand to her arm to stop her. "Excuse me. Samantha, do you have time to sit with me? Just for a minute?" I asked. Evidently, my eyes had given me away as she smiled and said, "sure. Just for a minute, though." I watched her jean clad body slip into the chair opposite me, her tank top loaded with full, beautiful tits. As she leaned over the table towards me, I began to see more of her freckle- covered tits, her nipples pressing against her shirt. "Before you ask, though, the answer is Bi. I'm in a relationship with a great guy right now and I'm giving it every chance to grow. Is that what you wanted to know?" she smiled at me. "Kind of. Partly. I wasn't planning to come on to you if that's what you thought. Although, that wouldn't be the last thing I'd ask you. I just wanted to talk. I guess I'm just frightened to death and needed to talk for a minute. For the record, I've been bi for exactly." I looked at my watch. ". 23 hours and 30 minutes and I just wanted to.damn, I'm not sure what I wanted to do. Am I making any sense at all?" I asked, becoming more and more confused. She placed a hand on mine on the table, smiled her best smile (with perfect teeth, no less!) and said, "Relax. Being bi is not a disease. It just shows that you want and need some female warmth and companionship in your life. Let me guess. You love your husband and your kids and are confused by what's happened to you. Right?" "What, have you been following me around the country the last 24 hours? Yeah, you've got me down to the letter, Samantha." "Call me Sam. What's your name?" "Randi. Fits, doesn't it?" I laughed. She joined in the laugh, squeezing my hand. "Well, relax, Randi. Just take it slow. If someone here sends you a drink or approaches you and you're not interested, just politely refuse, but with a smile. Everyone in here has been in the same situation as you and there will be no problems. If you're not sure, get my attention and I'll nod or shake my head. And, if things don't work out with my situation, I would love to get to know you. Do you have a business card?" I ripped open my purse so quickly she began to laugh again. "Take is slow, Randi. There's all the time in the world," she said, taking my card and putting it down between those delicious tits. Rising, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, " I'll bring your drink." As Samantha walked away, I watched her beautiful ass work her jeans and almost creamed in my panties. I reluctantly moved my eyes around the room, checking out the menu. The cliques were more and more established, now. I was beginning to think that this was a mistake, except for having established a possible future tryst with a fabulous beauty. "Hello, there," a melodic, sweet voice spoke to my left. I turned to see the older woman who had held the door open for me standing, a drink in her hand. "My name is Nora. I just wanted to welcome you to the club, so to speak." "Oh, my God! Is it that obvious? I thought I was carrying it off so well, too," I laughed. "Thank you. My name's Randi. Do you and your friends come here regularly?" "As often as we can get away. May I join you," she asked. I had been looking at her more closely since she announced her presence. About 60 years old, she was amazingly beautiful. Small laugh lines etched the corners of her eyes and her mouth. Her makeup was light, her eyes flashing, brilliantly blue. Her hair was mostly gray which, on her, was perfectly complimentary to her beauty. Her body was phenomenal. Her tits were large, her waist trim, her hips flaring to trim legs. "Please do," I said. She elegantly slid into the chair and put her drink between us. "Yes, I'm 63. Inherited the family genes, I guess. I try to keep in shape. You?" "41. I work out daily. Usually martial arts with my husband. Are you married?" I asked. "Oh, yes. All the girls I came in with are married. We just prefer each other's company as much as possible. Oh, here comes Cleo," she said, nodding to the approaching, magnificent black woman. I watched her cat like gait as she moved, her long legs glistening under the very short skirt, her tits bobbing under her dressy t shirt, her smile lighting up the dim atmosphere. She didn't exactly walk. Or move. She seemed to float on a cloud as though surrounded by a haze . "Hi! I'm Cleo," she said, her smile flashing, her long fingered hand reaching for mine. I beamed at her as I took her soft, velvety smooth hand in mine. We held our hands together for longer than necessary, enjoying the tingling it brought to both of us. She pulled an empty chair from another table and placed it next to me, sliding her beautiful body into it. I was amazed at her grace and the way she held herself. Most extremely tall women I knew are so ungainly, almost tripping over themselves and, in my experience, not very attractive. I had just not met Cleo before to totally change my mind. "So, has Nora invited you to our party tonight, yet?" she asked, her dark eyes smiling, her very dark skin glistening from having danced with one of her friends. "Oh, I hadn't gotten that far yet, Cleo. We've only just met. This is Randi, another member of the married bisexual alliance. For 23 hours and 30 minutes, I want you to know," she laughed. "No kidding! Well, congratulations, Randi. Welcome to the club." "Thanks, I think," I said, smiling at the two beautiful women. "What's this about a party?" "Oh, we keep a place in the city. Tonight, we're having a little get together for several of our friends. We don't know you, of course, but Samantha suggested we invite you. If Sam is interested, so, my dear, are we. She's such a sweet person," Nora said. I turned toward the bar and saw Samantha watching with a smile. A quick nod and a smile confirmed. "Wow! She said this was the friendliest place in town. Sure. I'd love to come. When and where?" "You can come with us. The limo will be back in about a half hour. In the meantime, would you like to dance?" Nora stood up and held out her hand. Nervously, I rose and took her hand. As our hands passed over Cleo's head, she reached up and kissed my forearm. I smiled at her and walked to the dance floor with Nora. She reached her arms to me, inclining to lead, for which I was very grateful. I felt her arms slide around me, gently pulling me toward her, our tits meshing as I put my cheek next to hers. With the smell of her perfume, the softness of her body, the lighting and the soft, slow music, I melted against her, letting myself drift off to what most surely was a better place. Nora's hand slid down to the tops of my buttocks, pulling me even closer, her lips placing a kiss on my cheek. I pulled back slightly to look at this beautiful woman. I smiled at her as my hand pulled her face toward mine. I felt her wonderful, soft lips touch mine, felt her tongue tap at my lips until I opened them. Her tongue continued into my mouth, over my teeth, teasing the tip of my tongue, drawing the saliva from it. "Hmmmm. You taste wonderful," Nora whispered, licking the outline of my lips. She pulled me back toward her and held me in place, our bodies swaying in time with the soft music. My eyes were closed, enjoying this time as if we were the only ones in the bar. I was beginning to finally lose my nervousness, now, not self-conscious as I had been when I first came in. I wasn't bothered that others were watching us, either. What a great feeling! If anything, it heightened my passion that this woman really enjoyed my company. Wow! This is so great, I thought. As Nora and I glided around the floor, I noticed that Cleo was no longer at our table. Somewhat disappointed, I closed my eyes and enjoyed Nora's body against mine. "Mind if I cut in?" It was Cleo, tapping Nora on the shoulder. Nora smiled, leaned toward me to kiss me softly on the lips and walked back to the table. I looked up at Cleo, radiant in her dark beauty. She was much taller than me with an Amazon body, perfect in every conceivable way. I walked into her arms, letting her pull me against her, my face falling perfectly between her tits. Their softness gave way beneath my face, spreading to encompass me. I felt her hand behind my head, holding me in place, her groin grinding gently against my pussy. I remember being thankful I was wearing black so the moisture there wouldn't show easily. But, I was sure she could either feel it or smell it. "Have you ever made love to a black person?" she whispered in my ear. I pulled back suddenly and asked, "You're black?" Her laughter was contagious as she pulled me back, firmly pulling my body against hers. As we swirled to the music, I whispered, "As a matter of fact, a black woman took my little bi cherry last night." I reached up and softly kissed her cheek, then just relaxed and enjoyed being held in her arms. I could feel her hardened nipples pressing against my cheek, happy that it was me making them hard. I loved it! Finally, we broke apart and returned to the table. Sam was approaching with my drink. "I held it for you since you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much," she said. She leaned toward me and, with a loud stage whisper, "If you're looking for me to signal you, my head is going up and down right now. These are very, very classy and sexy ladies. Enjoy, Randi. And, don't forget where I work. Okay?" I looked at this beauty. "How could I ever forget? And, don't you lose my card." "Carrying it next to my heart, Love." She moved away, all three of us watching her ass move as she walked. "Wow", I whispered. Nora, Cleo and I left the bar and entered the waiting limo. As we drove off, as one, we all reached for each other, just simply holding hands. It was as intimate as anything I had ever experienced and I closed my eyes, simply enjoying the personal contact. Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up before a beautiful townhouse in the mid seventies, a little more than "a place in the city", I thought. Again - Wow! Nora was the first to exit the limo, followed by Cleo. Cleo reached back and took my hand and helped me from the vehicle, putting her arm around my shoulders and leading me to the door. As we approached, the door opened, held by an elderly woman in a maid's outfit. Who have I fallen in with, I thought to myself? "I thought you said you kept a place in the city. This place looks bigger than the White House! It's magnificent," I said. I followed the smiling women through the front door and into a very new, exquisite paradise. Stepping down into the great room, I turned 360 degrees, enjoying the huge fireplace, the eclectic interior of Victorian, Art Deco an Art Nouveau antiques. Bronzes by Bouchard, Remington and others, alabaster busts, two matching original Tiffany lamps on opposite sides of the fireplace. And the artwork! Dominating one wall, an original William Merritt Chase oil. Another wall dominated by an original Tamara de Lempicka oil and over the fireplace.Oh, my God! .an oiginal Modigliani oil! I saw that one 2-3 years ago at the Modern Art Museum in Paris! I stared like a child in a candy store at all of the wonders I was seeing. Swallowing slowly, I realized that I was surrounded by easily 30-40 million dollars worth of art and antiques. I guess my mouth had dropped open, because Nora approached, gently flipped my lip back up and kissed me. "Thank you, Randi. Somehow, I knew you would appreciate my little museum." I looked into her beautiful eyes an stammered, "Nora, who are you? I hope I'm not being rude, but.all this.It's just.absolutely marvelous! I feel like I really am in a museum. I feel so. honored just to be near these works." Nora smiled and kissed me again. This time, I returned it. "I'm a very wealthy woman, Randi," she said, walking over to the fireplace, reaching out a hand to lightly touch the frame of the Modigliani. "I have a wonderful husband of 40 years who is very understanding and whom I dearly revere. This townhouse and all of its furnishings were a gift to me. I will never be able to adequately thank him, of course. Not the money. But, for his love and understanding." I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes as I went to her and took her into my arms, kissing her long and deep. We hugged for a long while as she whispered, "I'm so glad you've decided to join our little group, Randi. You fit in already. Welcome." "Thank you," I murmured into her tiny ear. "I only hope my husband is as understanding as yours." "Well," Nora said, as we separated to accept offered glasses of white wine from Cleo, "If you've stayed with him for as long as you have, I think you've got a winner there." Just as we had settled onto the sofa before the fireplace, the bell rang. The maid opened the door and thus began the march of the must unusual and wonderful group of women I had ever seen. As I later found out their names, Lisa, a heavy set black woman, a somewhat smaller version of Doreen, Linda, a Vietnamese dancer in from the Miss Saigon Broadway show, two extremely young girls, surely early teens, from a very prominent family living on the West side. I lost track after that. "Everyone, I want you to meet a new friend. Randi. Say hello, everyone." One by one, they approached and hugged and kissed me. They were all very sweet and sincere, each beautiful in her own right Funny. From the beginning, I thought I would be entering some sort of netherworld, a dark place with jealousies, pushy people, man-haters.It wasn't anything like that. Somehow, I knew it. I felt comfortable, welcome here. John Coltrane's jazz began to throb from hidden speakers and I let myself be swept up in the moment. Some of the women were dancing, some were just sitting around talking, some animated, some somewhat shy. But, the group seemed so happy, so content just to be with each other. I found out later that they were all married, some very happily, some not. But, this group provided something I never knew I had been missing - the companionship and warmth of other women. That was a wonderful thing to think about. I was standing near the fireplace talking to Linda, the adorable Vietnamese dancer. Her beautiful, almond shaped eyes at half mast, long, straight black hair in a single braid down to the small of her back, her high cheekbones and perfect alabaster skin so smooth to the touch of my fingers on her arm. We began to dance, holding each other tightly, my hand on her bare back, hers on my neck beneath my turtleneck. I could feel the softness of her tiny tits, little larger than Julie's. I kissed her neck, licking up to her ear. She shuddered in my arms, pulling me even closer to her. My hands drifted down to her soft ass, taking a butt cheek in each hand. Such a dichotomy - soft, yet so muscled, just as you would expect from a dancer. And, so unbelievably sensuous. And to think that only a day before, I had never even entertained such thoughts or feelings. Wow! I say that a lot, now. Wow! The subdued lighting, the soft jazz of John Coltrane, I was in heaven! Linda pulled back from me and kissed me lightly on the lips. Incredibly soft, almost as if a feather had touched my lips, I kissed her back. "I want to make love to you, Randi," she said, her voice soft, her accent so inviting. She smiled at me (Do all bisexuals have such perfect teeth? I'll have to talk to my dentist!). Linda's smile widened, looking past my face. I felt, then, the touch of a strong hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Cleo standing there, towering over both me and the taller, lithe dancer, Linda. She put a hand behind our heads and kissed each of us, first on our cheeks, then on our lips. This incongruous picture of the lovely Vietnamese girl, myself and the deeply dark Cleo, kissing, clinging to each other brought a shudder to my groin as a mini orgasm passed through my body. Both Linda and Cleo notice it, smiling knowingly at each other. "Let's go upstairs," Cleo whispered, taking both Linda and me by the hand. Without a word, we followed her, both our eyes watching the rise and fall of her ass, drooling over the body before us. At the top of the stairs, Cleo opened a door and let us go in first. She followed and closed the door behind us. We stood in a room that was, as was the great room, dominated by a huge fireplace fronted by a large, white, thick shag rug littered with pillows, a four poster bed diagonally in the far corner and strictly Victorian Era antiques and paintings. This room was so purely feminine, it could only have been enjoyed by a woman. Cleo walked to the fireplace and beckoned for us to come to her. Without a word, we moved as one to her, into the long, smooth, chocolate colored, strong arms she held out to us. We stood there, our arms around each other. Linda turned to me and began to undress me, loosening my belt, then the zipper of my slacks. She knelt and slowly slid the material down over my hips and thighs. I stepped out of them, glad that I'd removed my boots downstairs to enjoy the feel of the thick rug against my bare feet. She leaned forward and kissed each of my thighs, then stood and pulled my sweater over my head. I stood before them in just a bra and panties. I reached behind myself and unclipped my bra, dropping it to the floor. Both women stared at my tits, smiles on their faces. Now, it was my turn. I wrapped my arms around Linda and slowly drew down the zipper of her black mini dress. When it fell to the floor, she was wearing only panties, her tiny tits standing proud, her nipples long and hard, dark and bursting with passion. I leaned forward and sucked one tit almost completely into my mouth, my hands pulling her close to me. I took her nipple between my teeth and lightly bit down, then let my lips suck at the hard button. Linda began to shudder and moan, her thighs rubbing together as one of many-to-come patented mini orgasms passed through her body. I knelt before her dancer's body and slowly skinned the panties over her hips and ass and down her legs. I was overwhelmed by the smell of her neatly clipped, black haired pussy, watching as tiny droplets of cum clung to the hairs. I reached out my tongue to capture those droplets, then pressed into the top of her cunt to touch her tiny, erect clit. Linda cried out and slightly staggered on weakened legs as I put my hands onto her hips, then her soft ass cheeks, holding her in place for my searching tongue. Linda began to slowly sink to the thick shag rug, her legs becoming too weak to support her. I kept my face against her cunt as I laid her out flat on her back, her legs spread for my face. She pushed my face away and reached for my panties, trying to pull them down. I stood, placing my legs on either side of her thighs and peeled my panties down and threw them across the room. I looked up at Cleo, watching the lust that grew as she looked over my body, feeling proud that I could evoke such passion from this black amazon beauty. I smiled at her and sank to my knees over Linda, settling on my haunches. Her hands reached up and began to squeeze and manipulate my tits. Her fingers pinched at my nipples, pulling them hard. My eyes closed tight, letting the heat rise in my body. My hands touched her shoulders and traced her perfect skin down to her tiny tits, holding them and feeling the hard little nipples press against the palms of my hands. I leaned down and began to kiss her body. My lips followed my hands, kissing and licking her shoulders, her tits, taking each nipple in turn into my mouth. I ran my hands down her sides to her hips, enjoying the softness of her perfect skin. I moved further down Linda's body, kissing and licking her stomach, her belly button, forcing my tongue hard into that depression. Linda began bucking against my face, her hands now pushing my face further down, wanting me at her pussy. I moved my lips over her pussy hair, licking at the outlines of her shaved areas. As she arched her ass from the floor, I licked around and past, down to her thighs, first one inner thigh, then the other. "Oh, God, Randi. Don't make me wait! Suck my pussy! Please! Suck me. Now!" I slowly let my tongue travel the length of her pussy slit, tasking the juices that ran like a small river. I nibbled the lips of her cunt, bringing her hips further from the floor. I moved off of Linda to her side and pulled her over on top of me, her feet beside my head. I slowly lowered her fiery hot cunt toward my face, slowly letting my tongue touch her swollen pussy lips. Linda cried out, then lowered herself further onto my face. I began to kiss her pussy now, using my fingers to hold her ass, pressing my tongue into her wet hole. Like a dog rutting in the ground, Linda quickly buried her face between my legs, using her fingers to spread my cunt lips wide apart. She pressed a finger into my cunt hole while her tongue lapped at my clit, sucking the juices from my body. The feeling of her fingers in my cunt and her tongue pressing on my clit made me pull her cunt harder into my face. I slid first one, then two fingers into her cunt, feeling her educated pussy muscles grabbing and holding me inside her. Linda and I began dancing to the tempo of our fucking fingers and tongues. I squeezed her butt cheek harder in each of my hands to hold on for dear life as she began to buck like a bronco above me. Suddenly, I felt Linda's fingers spreading my ass cheeks apart, the cool air blowing against my asshole. Finally, a pussy juice coated finger pressed against my asshole and entered. I let my hands go from her pussy, keeping my tongue pressed against her cunt and went after her asshole. I pressed a finger against her anus and in to the second knuckle. Linda and I were rocking now, screaming into each other's cunts as blast after blast of orgasm rolled through us. I sucked hard at the jets of cum that leaked from her cunt, coating my face with her sweet nectar. Linda did the same, her face buried in my cunt, her tongue seemingly as long as a cock. Finally, both sated, Linda collapsed on top of me, our cheeks resting on each other's cunts. Linda rolled off of me and turned to lie beside me. I rose and knelt over Linda and kissed her hard, each of us tasting the results of our orgasms. She smiled up at me and pulled me down next to her. We both looked up at Cleo, giggling as she struggled to stand erect. Looking at each other, we rose and approached her. While Linda knelt behind her and began to lick and touch Cleo's thighs, I unzipped her mini dress and pulled it from her shoulders, watching the black flesh begin to emerge. I followed her dress down her body with my hands, touching every inch of black flesh as it became visible. The dress puddled at her feet now, leaving only her bra and panties to hold back that beautiful body. While Linda unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor, I peeled her panties down over her hips, watching her curly, coarse haired pussy spring into view. She lifted her feet so that she stood before me naked. Cleo was an exact black replica of Lucy Lawless, Xena. A warrior princess with long, perfectly shaped legs, a protruding pussy mound, flat stomach and large, succulent tits. Her long beaded hair reminded me of the two tennis playing sisters. She was, without any doubt, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. My mouth began to water as I knelt at her feet and put my hands onto her beautiful ass, squeezing the soft, protruding ass cheeks and leaned forward, luxuriating in the smells from her cunt. I rubbed my nose against her clit, bring a muffled cry of lust from Cleo. Her legs seemed to weaken, but I held her firmly, pushing my tongue into her cunt. Linda had been holding, squeezing Cleo's great tits, teasing her nipples, her face pressed against her beautiful ass. She dropped her hands from Cleo's tits and knelt behind her. Keeping my face buried in Cleo's cunt, I spread her ass cheeks apart, providing Linda with easy access to her asshole. She quickly took her opportunity and thrust her face between the cheeks, her tongue probing her asshole. Cleo began to scream, short, breathless screams as she lost control. Linda held her in place as we worked our tongue magic on her pussy and her asshole. Our faces were buried in her, keeping her in place as she rode out a furious, shaking orgasm. Finally, I took Cleo's hand and pulled the black princess down to join us on the floor. I gently pushed her onto her back and began to lick every square inch of her body, her tits, the large black caps and nipples, her arms, her sides, her hips, her thighs. I was unable to get enough of this amazing woman. Linda sat beside us, masturbating, thrusting fingers into her cunt and her asshole as she watched me work on Cleo. As Cleo came again, her hips bucking against my face, I reached beneath her and turned her over onto her stomach. Her magnificent ass came into view, her high, proud buttocks beckoning. I began to kiss her ass, licking each of the cheeks, especially where they met her legs, that sensitive area I love to have touched. I spread those wonderful ass cheeks wide apart to get to the tender flesh of the inside of her ass, blowing air on the blinking, puckered asshole. I lowered my face between those wonderful ass mounds, placing my lips around the hole. I sucked hard on it, pulling the pucker into my mouth. Cleo was moving so powerfully beneath my mouth, she seemed to be trying to throw me off. I knew that wasn't true so I thrust my tongue deep into her asshole, holding her ass cheeks against my face. I was in heaven on this fully lustful night. Cleo began to buck harder, screaming louder now as I worked her ass as hard as I could. Suddenly, she stopped moving and let out a scream of "Fuck! Fuck!" and "My ass!" that would have brought the police if the building weren't soundproofed. She finally collapsed beneath me, shaking so violently I pulled my face from her ass and looked at her face to see if she was okay. After several deep gulps and gasps, she smiled at me and pulled my face to hers for a long, deep kiss. Then, she reached for Linda and kissed her, too. When she finally stopped shaking, she looked me deep in the eye. "Where the hell did a pseudo-virgin get that stuff, Girlfriend?" she asked, laughing. "I don't know! It just seemed the thing to do, I guess. But, who in their right mind could resist your ass?" Linda reached over a prostrate Cleo and we slapped high fives and fell back in a tangle of arms and legs, exhausted. "Wow! Wow.And, soon, back to being the perfect wife, Mother and career executive tomorrow," I said, wistfully. "I need that to recuperate after the last two days, I guess." I lay back with my head on Cleo's stomach with Linda lying with her head on my pussy. "Does that mean you're all fucked out, my little housewife?" Cleo said, her fingers tracing circles over my nipples, causing a stir in what I thought was a devastated libido. Her fingers became more aggressive now, squeezing my tit tightly in her large hand. I began to purr like a cat, putting my hand over hers to keep it firmly in place. "I don't think so," I whispered, moving her hand in a circular motion on my tit. Cleo excused herself from the group and walked into the bathroom. I watched her go, her long legs moving so gracefully, so powerfully. After a few minutes, she returned and knelt down next to me. Linda had fallen asleep and curled into a fetal position nearby. Cleo bent over me and kissed me on the lips, then slid her lips down my heaving chest to my tits. She began to suck my nipple into her mouth along with a lot of my tit flesh. As her teeth nipped at my nipple, I felt her other hand reach down to trail over my moist cunt, a finger finding its way inside me. She stroked the finger, moving it around all of the surfaces inside my hole, causing more of my juices to begin to flow. "Oh God, Cleo, you're ruining me for anything else in my life. Please, don't stop," I whispered as another finger joined the first. She continued moving the fingers around and around, stopping by my clitoris for a while, then plunging back down my pussy tunnel. Cleo removed her fingers from me, making me feel empty as her lips continued to tease my nipple. I murmured, "Where did your fingers go.?" Then I felt them return, rubbing all around my hole again. Wait a minute, I thought. Is that two fingers.I opened my eyes and Really opened them wide when I saw her gently inserting a giant two headed, soft rubber cock into my pussy! Oh, my God!, I thought. My first dildo! I watched as the long cock began to disappear from view, an inch at a time and felt my cunt walls expand to the bursting point. I began to fill up, the dildo sinking fully 8 inches into my cunt. Cleo looked into my eyes as I began shuddering, my breath coming in heaves as she stopped the penetration and began to corkscrew the cock in my cunt. She smiled at me as she began to withdraw the cock until only the head was inside me. Then, with a single shove, pushed it back again. I began to rock and chant, "Fuck Me!" over and over again until I came with a monster orgasm, my cunt spasming around the dildo, my hands filled with soft, tender tit flesh. . "Oh, my God! That was so amazing! I can't.can't.stop coming.": I groaned, rocking my hips again and again. Cleo stood up and reached her hand for mine, bringing me straight up. Staggering, I made it to my feet and looked down to see another 8 inches of cock pointing down from my cunt, the head slightly upturned. I glanced at the dressing table mirror at my image, a woman with big tits, standing there with a cock growing out of her pussy. Wow! Wait 'till Sally Jesse Raphael hears about this one, I thought. Cleo knelt down on the rug before me and, using one hand to hold onto my ass, pulled me to her, pulling the plastic cock up and into her mouth. She began to slide it into her mouth, sucking my cock! my God, I have never seen anything like this! I've never felt anything like this! With each suck of my "Cock", she plunged the cock back and forth into my cunt. Watching this in the mirror, I was totally hers for what ever she wanted to do to me. She pulled her mouth from my cock and lay down, her legs apart, knees raised. She smiled up at me, held her hands out to me and whispered, "Fuck me, Randi. Fuck me hard and long. I want this night to keep you coming back for more. Fuck me now!" Oh, boy, would I ever remember this night! I knelt between Cleo's long black legs, taking my time to run my hands all over them, her thighs, her knees, behind the knees, down to her calves, her feet. I lifted her legs and placed the back of her knees onto my shoulders and leaned forward. Her hand took hold of my "cock" and guided its head toward her waiting, winking chocolate covered pussy hole. The head slid in past her pussy lips and down her channel. I watched her eyes get larger as I continued down her hole until, finally, our cunts touched, her coarse pussy hair scratching my thinner haired pussy. Her arms came up to take my face and bring it down to taste her thick, soft lips, our cunts touching. When she broke the kiss, I slowly began to fuck her. I slowly drew back until I could see just the tip of the cock inside her pussy. Before I could return, her hands slipped down to my ass and brought me back with a single, hard thrust. She exploded in a loud cry of passion that rocked the room. "Fuck me!" she demanded, now. "Fuck me hard! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" I answered her, fucking her with all of my strength, pistoning my cock into her faster and faster, her hands pulling at my ass. We were both on the way, now, peaking again and again, one mighty orgasm after another, after another, after another. I pulled the cock from her cunt with a loud, liquid pop. She cried out to me, begging for my cock. I pulled her legs higher until I could get my hands on her ass cheeks, separating them. With a cry of "oh, my God!", she realized what I was going to do. She reached down and held her ass cheeks apart, exposing her clutching sphincter to my cock. I placed the head at the opening of her asshole and gently thrust forward, watching as the pinkish cock slid past the black ring of muscle and begin its trip to the bottom of her asshole. The tightness pressed my end of the cock hard against my clit, sending more and more mini-orgasms through my racked body. I reached the full depth of Cleo's asshole and began to slowly fuck her ass. Cleo began to rock hard against my cock, now, her hands reaching out to hold onto my ass, driving me harder into her and harder into my cunt, fucking, fucking, fucking as hard as possible - until - finally, we both broke through that ultimate orgasm that only strikes a few times in a lifetime. A swirling of wind in our heads, rising heat and dizziness that brought us both to the edge of complete blackout. The pounding of flesh against flesh, thunderbolts of passion and screams of pleasure burst throughout the room a we collapsed in a final, sated heap on the floor. Cleo and I lay awkwardly connected for a long time, unable to raise even a finger. Linda, awakened by our screams, crawled between and around us, licking us both, crawling between my legs to lick at Cleo's ass and pussy as well as mine. Finally, Linda lay back, her head resting on Cleo's stomach. There wasn't a single cell of energy left in any of us. After a long time, I rose carefully, pulling my "cock" from Cleo's asshole and rocked back on my heels. I slowly, sadly removed the cock from my cunt and placing it on the floor next to Cleo. I watched the sleeping women on the floor and wondered how this had come to me so late in my life. I knew that I still wanted, needed Ryan in my life, so that would never, ever change. But, I also knew, now, that my life had changed, forever. I would never cheat on Ryan. But, this wasn't cheating. This was something that most women, whether or not they wish to accept that fact, need from time to time. I suppose most men feel that need, too. >From another guy, I mean. Companionship. Warmth. Total acceptance. Women tending to women's needs. Men tending to men's needs. I resolved, at that exact point, to tell Ryan. A cleaned up, vanilla version, that is. If nothing else, I'm no damn fool If I'm right about him, and I'm sure I am, he will understand. As long as I don't abuse it and neglect him or the girls. That would never happen. And, wow! Did I ever owe Nora something special for all of this. Look for Randi III in the near future! Please send comments and suggestions to my hotmail address: Toni526 Her hands tingled wherever they touched me, lightly tracing lines of pure lust over my skin. They traced around my sides to my back, her nails teasing my flesh. I began to sigh loudly, followed closely by a series of groans as she began to drive up the beginnings of an orgasm in me. All the while, her lips were locked over mine, her tongue reaching the roof of my mouth, between my teeth and gums, under my tongue. I was drooling over her tongue as she expertly brought me slowly up the orgasm trail. "Nora broke the kiss for a moment. "I've been wanting to kiss you like that since I held the door open for you, tonight. I was worried about an age hangup, through. I'm so happy that it isn't a problem for you," she said, her eyes glowing. "How could it make a difference to me, Nora? You're so beautiful, so wonderfully feminine, so sensual, so.wonderful," I said, my hands reaching up to grab her tits through her soft, silk blouse. If anything, rubbing her large tits through silk was another turn on I had yet to explore. I unbuttoned her blouse and separated the halves, watching her tits rise and fall with her wretched breathing, her tits overflowing the bra. I took them in my hands, squeezing the flesh. Not able to resist them, I unhooked the front hook and let the bra fall away, her heavy tits falling out into my waiting hands. They were large, with only tiny stretch narjs, with very dark caps and hard, almost blood red nipples, iron hard and pointing to me, asking for my lips. As I squeezed the naked softness of Nora's tits, I lowered my face to them, taking her left nipple into my mouth. Nora began to moan and shake, her passion high as I kissed and bit her large tits. First one, then the other. While I sucked one tit and nipple, my hand squeezed and massaged the other tit and nipple. So delicious, I thought. So soft and wonderful. I pulled her blouse from her skirt and dropped it on the floor. I stepped back and pulled the turtleneck over my head, letting it fall next to her blouse. I unclipped my bra, letting my tits flow free. With a cry, Nora moved to me and hugged me, our tits meshing, her hard nipples burning into mine. We kissed again. Nora knelt down and pulled my slacks down over my hips, leaving me standing there before her clad only in my panties. As she stood, I unzipped her skirt and slid it down and off. Nora took my hand and led me to the bed, directed me to lie down. She joined me then, lying beside me, her hands running over my legs.