Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 22:40:08 EST
From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com>
Subject: Randi 08

Randi VIII, a continuation of adventures experienced in my previous
stories, is dedicated to all of my friends and fans. It picks up where
Randi VII left off.  I had to stop for obvious reasons!

Please keep your feedback coming.  I love it and answer each email
personally as soon as possible.

And, now.

Randi VIII

"Honey, are you absolutely sure about this?" Ryan whispered, leaning over
and putting his face beside mine, speaking to me in the dressing table
mirror.  I stared into his beautiful, gold-flecked blue eyes and saw the
anxiety there.

"I'm sure, Darling," I said, my hand slowly stroking his beautiful bearded
cheek.  "now, go on, sweetie."

A look of both reluctance and anticipation shown in his face and I turned
toward him and kissed him hard, my hand stroking his face in reassurance.
"Now, come on.  I can't finish getting dressed if you keep harping on it,
Honey.  I told you that since we're together, it's alright.  Okay?"  I
smiled.

Nodding, Ryan said, "It's just that I love you so much, I don't want
anything to ever come between us."  With a lingering kiss to my forehead,
he left me alone in the bedroom while he went to be sure that the kids were
settled in with their new baby-sitter.

Poor Julie.  Poor sweet little Julie.  She had leapt at the chance to sit
for me and was practically at our door before I could even set the
telephone back into its cradle.  This despite my telling her it was simply
an overnight, New Years Eve sitting job and absolutely nothing else.  I
was, an intended to stay, determined to keep my hands from that little sex
kitten.  Of course, there was nothing to keep me from fixing her up with
Deborah or Loren.

I put down my makeup pencil and stared at the my reflection in the mirror.
Was this the right thing, I asked myself?  What if Ryan's right?  What if
I'm sowing the seeds for the destruction of my marriage this very evening?

My mind drifted back to that evening, weeks ago, when I first brought Ryan
into my new world, dining with so many of my new friends.  Nora's dinner
party was such a fabulous affair, elegantly brought in a magnificent Fifth
Avenue and Central Park penthouse suite.  We had arrived in a limo
specifically sent by Nora and handed off to a specially assigned escort and
taken to a private elevator.  The doors opened directly into the brilliant
center of the suite, the mammoth great room.

Nora and Jerome, her husband, were waiting as the elevator doors opened.
She immediately swept me into her arms as Ryan accepted Jerome's hand and
thus began the grand tour of the room.  Introductions for Ryan, hugs and
kisses for me, it was a whirlwind trip through an extremely beautiful group
of friends and spouses: totally enchanting as though a princess and her
escort were being introduced to society.

The suite was, just as I ha expected, a memorial to the great artists of
the past two centuries.  The primary piece, centered over the fireplace
and, I'm sure, surrounded by enormous security, was a very large format,
original Picasso oil on canvas.  Others that I desired to steal were Inness
landscapes and a particularly magnificent William Merritt Chase oil that I
had lusted after for many years.

Bronzes and marble statuary were abundant in a beautifully defined
atmosphere that heralded culture, warmth and sophistication that
immediately captured and captivated all who entered.  And, as host, Nora
was resplendent in a Versace gown that defied description as it perfectly
enhanced her beautiful face and form.

Ryan, of course, was wonderful!  He greeted everyone of my friends with
such class and grace that they were stunned and, as I fully expected, fell
immediately in love with him.  Especially, little Deborah and littler Loren
who grabbed his arms and led him to the dance floor, shaking their little
booties at him with utter disregard for anything other than Ryan.  He
looked so cute as he tried to keep up with them and he was doing extremely
well until Loren wrapped herself around him and almost crushed him in her
tiny arms.  At that point, I performed a quick rescue.

As we left the dance floor, my wonderfully classic Linda walked up to us.
Absolutely radiant in a full length white sheath, her long, long braid,
trailing behind her, past her beautiful ass, her dark almond eyes were
glowing as she approached.  As I introduced them, her long, slender arm
reached out to Ryan and I immediately sensed tension.  He graciously
accepted her tiny hand and held it for a long moment, his eyes losing just
a tiny bit of their luster and focus.  As if nothing had happened, Linda
continued her conversation with us and asked Ryan to dance.

As they walked to the dance floor, Nora approached.  "Problems, Randi?" she
asked, the slightest bit of concern showing on her beautiful face.  Her
intuition, as usual, immediately picking up on the tension between Ryan and
Linda.

"No, I don't think so, Nora.  I think Ryan's experiencing just a little
backflashing, that's all.  I told you, his days in Vietnam, Cambodia, those
kinds of places left a very large hole in his heart that he still hasn't
resolved.  He seems to be handling it better that I expected, though."

"He is a treasure, Randi," Nora whispered.  "He is sweet, charming, and a
definite monster hunk,": she added, smiling at me.

"I told you so, didn't I?" I whispered back.  "He's my pride and joy.  Like
I said, I must have really done something really good somewhere, sometime,
to deserve someone like that."  My arm snaked around Nora's tiny waist, my
lips pressing against her cheek.

Ryan and Linda returned, hand in hand, smiling wonderfully, albeit
breathing somewhat heavily.  .  Nora immediately grabbed Ryan and led him
to the dance floor as Linda and I walked to the bar for a refill.  We took
our drinks and stood by the fireplace, arms around each other's waists.

"Ryan had bad experiences in Vietnam, didn't he, Randi?" she whispered to
me, her eyes fixed on the dancing twosome.  Her statement stunned me.  I
looked into her eyes and hidden there, just a tiny speck, was a sorrow that
I felt as surely as though it were my own.

"Oh, Linda, please don't take it personally.  It has absolutely nothing to
do with you, darling," I soothed her, desperate to remove any worries or
bad thoughts.  "Ryan led a number of raids into those areas of the world
and he still has a hard time talking about the atrocities he discovered
there.  Some were so bad, his partner refused to come back to the states.
He's still in Bangkok to this day."

"Oh, I'm not feeling any resentment, Randi, please" Linda quickly said, her
hand soothing against my cheek.  "I only meant that I could feel his
heartbreak.  He's fighting his feelings so hard, I only worry that he must
come to terms with it someday and the sooner the better for him and for
you."

I gazed into her young and delicate face for a moment, then hugged her
tight.  How could one so young have such intuition, I thought?



As Linda and I returned our gaze to the dance floor, we watched in
amazement as a path seemed to clear toward Ryan and Nora as the
magnificent, statuesque black amazon, Cleo, glided across the floor.  She
stopped only a few inches behind Nora, staring at Ryan with what seemed to
be an animalistic glare.  I watched as a tiny smile curled her lips and her
fingers lightly touched Nora's shoulder, gently cutting in.  Nora smiled up
at Cleo as she surrendered my hero to her.  Uhoh, I thought.

Only slightly shorter than Ryan's 6'3", sheathed in a shimmering gold leaf
floor length gown, Cleo was the absolute essence of beauty as she slid
easily into Ryan's arms.  Her long braids were wrapped in hundreds of beads
which cascaded over her naked black shoulders and back and down between her
magnificent breasts.  She hugged Ryan to her and swayed to the rythym of
the slow dancing music.

"You can trust him, Darling," Nora said, her hand touching my shoulder.
"She's good, but not good enough to steal Ryan from you."  I clasped her
hand in mine and said, "I know, Nora.  I know, but, still, it kind of
hurts.  You know, before she even met him, she was asking me about a
threesome that would include Ryan."

Nora smiled and, taking my hand in hers, led me away from the dancing to a
her own private sanctuary, her private study.  As we entered the room and
the door closed behind us, the rest of the criowd was left behind and we
were alone in a whole other, special world.  As I looked around the room, I
was amazed once again at Nora.  The room could not have appealed to me more
if I had done it myself.  The room was filled with treasures.  Another
Remington bronze sat on the corner of a massive Gustav Stickney desk.
Antique bookcases lined the walls floor to raised ceiling.  Only one wall
was available for artwork and it was perfect: A moderate sized Renoir and
two smaller, magnificent Matisse oils.

Absently, I wandered to the desk, gently stroking the Remington Mountain
Man bronze as Nora crept up behind me and wrapped her tiny, slender arms
around my waist.  I leaned back against my friend, my head a full six
inches above hers, my face lifted, my eyes closed.  Slowly, I turned around
and took her beautiful face in my hands and gently kissed her open lips,
accepting her tongue deep into my mouth.  Her perfume was making my legs
weak as our hands anxiously caressed each other's bodies.  Stepping back,
Nora led me behind the desk and sat me down in the chair.

Smiling, her eyes locked on mine, Nora knelt before me and slid her hands
onto my bare legs, pushing my dress higher and higher until I lifted my ass
and let her expose my silk-enclosed pussy.  Her fingers slid beneath the
waist of my panties and pulled them down over my ass and hips and down my
thighs.  In heated anticipation, I slowly spread my legs, inviting a
special visit from Nora's face.  Smiling, Nora began to plant kisses and
licks all along my thighs, the tops, the inner sides, drinking up the
juices that had begun to leak from my heated cunt. I began to shudder and
moan from the chills her lips were sending throughout my body.

Nora progressed further up my body until her tongue touched my juice-laden
pussy hair, lapping it up as she made her way to the swollen outer lips of
my pussy.  I was moaning constantly now as her tongue found and caressed my
clitoris, followed quickly by her nipping teeth.  I let out a barking noise
as she suddenly drove her tongue full length into my quivering pussy hole,
her hands reaching under me to cup my ass, pulling more of me into her
mouth.

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God," I murmured over and over as her ravenous mouth
devoured my pussy and swallowed my juices. A series of "Fuck me, Noras"
escaped my lips as I started my mini orgasms, rising higher and higher on
the intensity scale as her face began to scrub my pussy clean of all
moisture.  When her finger found my anus, I exploded in a gulping,
overpowering orgasm, intensified by my holding her face tight against me.

Moments later, when I found the strength to lift Nora's face to mine, I
smiled at that wicked little grin that she sometimes used.  I kissed her
hard on the lips, tasting myself in her mouth.  With a groan, I seized her
by her hips and hoisted her 95 pounds up onto the edge of the $250,000
desk, spread her legs wide and, discovering that she had attended her own
party sans panties, I began to suck every single ounce of her juices from
her perfect little pussy.  Her juices were so sweet, the tartness began to
bring about another series of jolting orgasms in me as well.

Sometime later, after we had retreated to the adjoining private bath to
clean up and refresh our makeup, Nora and I sat together on the leather
couch, basking in the heated glow of the fireplace and our own two bodies.
We sat there quietly, staring at the fire, our hands together.

"You needn't worry about either Ryan or Cleo, My Sweet.  I consider myself
an expert on visuals and Ryan is yours for life.  And, Cleo has a huge –
and I mean huge – reason not to get involved in anything more than a
threesome.  If Ryan is game, I say go for it, Girlfriend."

I squeezed her hand and thought about it for a moment.  Well, if I'm there
with them, how could it be cheating?  And, I know he loves me and wouldn't
leave me.  Is any of this true or am I merely making it sound good because
I'm turned on the by the idea?  Shit!

The door to the library suddenly burst open as Deborah and Loren came
running into the room.  "Okay!  What's goin' on in here without us?" Loren
said, her face set in a classic pout.  Deborah settled in her Great Aunt's
lap and wrapped her arms around her neck while Loren climbed aboard mine.
Grateful for the interruption to my thoughts, I let my hand gently glide
over Loren's soft, smooth legs and watched her pout disappear.

"Nothing now, Darling," I said, continuing to caress her soft legs.  "Just
talking.  Girl talk."

"Girl talk, huh?" Loren began, her tiny, cute nose crinkling as she sniffed
my breath, "Or, about Ryan Dreamboat out there?" she joked.

"What a hunk, Randi," Deborah posited, her cheek caressing her Great Aunt's
breasts.  "What a positively hunky hunk!"

"See the influence you have on their impressionable minds, Randi?  They
still love boys," Nora laughed.

"And men!  Ryan is definitely a man!" Loren added.

"Well," I said, swinging Loren off my lap and standing up, "It's time to
rescue Randi from Cleo before she entices him into a bedroom!"

I found Ryan standing by the fireplace talking very intimately with both
Linda and Cleo, whose hand was tightly wrapped around Ryan's arm.  As I
approached, her hand fell away.  Ryan's eyes brightened when he saw me
(Thank God for that!) and he put his drink on the mantel and hugged me.
"Please don't leave me alone with these women again, honey.  I've getting
groped all over the place." He whispered in my ear.  "Not that that's a bad
way to die, but …" he added.

"Come on, Lover.  I want to get you home and fuck your brains out," I said,
loud enough for all to hear.  Ryan kissed me and left to get our coats.  As
I turned to Linda and Cleo, Cleo grabbed my hand and led me onto the dance
floor for a final round before we left.  Held in her strong, sleek arms, my
face resting so perfectly between her impossibly soft, marvelously scented
breasts, I couldn't resist kissing and licking them.  In return Cleo's
hands slid down to cup and squeeze my ass.



"Mmmmmmm, Darlin', I love to feel you in my arms" Cleo whispered in my ear.
"About that threesome business, I really apologize for bringing it up.
That was very cruel of me to impose.  I don't want anything to come between
our friendship and I can certainly understand where you're comin' from.
Okay?"

I was about to answer her when a large black finger pressed against my
lips.

"Shhhh, Don't answer, Sugar.  Talk to Ryan and let me know.  It's no
problem either way.  Believe me, Huns, I want you now so badly, I just
might grab you right here and ravish you," she whispered, her tongue
nuzzling into my ear canal.  I shivered, my hand resting on her cheek as
she sent sparklers throughout my body.  God, I wanted her so badly right
now!

"Cleo, I'm going to wet my dress!  Stop that," I giggled.

"Mmmmmm, yummy," she whispered, darting her tongue into my ear and down
behind it to my neck.  "We can take care of that in the bathroom," she
added.

"Mmmm, if you keep that up, I may have to take you up on that," I
whimpered.

"Tell you what.  You and Ryan are officially invited to my New Years Eve
bash, Honey.  You don't have any plans yet, do you?" he asked.

"Uh, no, not that I can think of," I said, glancing at Ryan as he
approached, "If I can get a sitter, that is," I added.

"Oh, I think little Julie would be glad to sit for us," Ryan said with a
smirk "Fact is, I think she would do just about anything for you."

"Julie is back from Europe?" A voice from several feet away called out.
Loren dashed over to wrap her arm around my waist.  "When can we meet her?"
she asked, her smile devastating, her tongue lolling outside her mouth.

"Down, Girl," Cleo laughed.  "Randi will fix you up, don't worry.  You have
to learn patience."

New Years Eve And, now, the time has finally arrived.  New Years Eve is
here and I'm absolutely frightened to death!  Am I doing the right thing,
here?  Is Cleo too much for Ryan to handle?  Or, for that matter, for me?
Oh, God, I am so frightened!

Just then, the doorbell rang.  I looked at Ryan and he shrugged his
shoulders, indicating that he didn't expect anyone.  I excused myself,
leaving Ryan alone with Julie as I headed to the front door.  I opened it
and took about three giant steps backward.

"Hi, Randi," Loren cried, jumping into my arms and kissing me hard on the
lips as Deborah stood in the doorway, laughing at my confusion.

"Wh. . .what are you two doing here?" I stuttered.

"Well," Loren began, disengaging herself from me and deliberately
straightening my dress for me, "We knew you'd be going to Cleo's for her
party and we came over to keep Julie company.  Isn't that right, Deborah"

"Oh, absolutely, yes," Deborah said, with a straight face.  "We wouldn't
want her to be lonely on her first night sitting for you, Randi.  Or," she
continued, looking all around the foyer, "for that husband of yours."

Oh, great, I thought.  As if I didn't have enough to worry about.  Now
this?

"Look girls, come into the library.  I want to talk to you," I said,
leading them both by the hand through double doors off the foyer.  Looking
at each other, Loren and Deborah followed me closely.  When we were in the
room, I closed the door and asked the girls to sit down on the couch
opposite me.  I put on two faces: one, my most serious and two, my most
conspiratorial.

"Okay, girls.  Ground rules.  First, you can stay ONLY if Julie agrees.
That is entirely up to her and no coercion from you two little nuts.  And,
two – and this is absolutely the most important rule of all and no
compromises - my kids are definitely off limits.  You have to be sure
they're asleep and the doors locked wherever you do whatever it is that
you're going to do.
  Do I have your absolute promise on this?"

I fixed them with the stare of death and waited as they exchanged glances.
When they responded, it was with a sincerity rarely seen from these two
little nymphets.

"Randi, there is absolutely nothing that we would ever do to hurt you.  Or,
your family.  Of course we agree," Loren began.  "We love you."

"Now, if Ryan wants to stay home with us, that's a different story,"
Deborah said, feigning sincerity.

"Yeah, sure," I said, finally letting a smile drift across my face.  "Okay.
Lovers' honor?" I asked.

Deborah and Loren jumped up at the same time and sat down next to me,
cuddling their heads against my shoulders.  "Lovers' honor," they whispered
in unison.  I kissed each of them on their foreheads and stood up.

"Okay, then" I began.  "You wait here and I'll get Julie."  I walked to the
door, turned back and smiled, blowing them each a kiss.

As I entered the great room, Julie was just returning from getting the
girls off to bed.  "Julie, can I speak to you alone for a moment?" I asked
as Ryan walked away, whistling under his breath.

"Julie," I began as I walked with her to the library, "I have two young
friends who would like to help you babysit tonight."

Julie's eyes opened wide as I opened the library door.  With a noticeable
gulp, she turned to me and smiled.  "Hi, Julie," came the dual chant from
Deborah and Loren as they came forward and took her arms, leading her to
the couch.

"Now, listen all of you," I said.  "I told Deborah and Loren, here, that
there are two ground rules here.  You're in charge.  Whatever you say goes.
And, the kids upstairs are absolutely off limits.  Now, Julie, do you want
them to stay?"

"Are you kidding?  I read your stories, Randi.  You bet I want them to
stay!"

Heaving a sigh, I took each of them into my arms and kissed each lightly on
the lips.  When it was Julie's turn, I whispered into her ear, " I want a
full report, kiddo."

As Ryan and I drove into New York, little was said.  I sat very close to
him, my hand on his leg the whole way, occasionally glancing up at him,
noting the obvious attempt at maintaining his control.  Finally, he turned
to me as we exited the Lincoln tunnel and turned toward Greenwich Village.

"Not too late to turn back, Honey.  You know all I need is you."

"Thank you for that, Sweetie.  But, if I didn't think I could trust you not
to be turned by being with Cleo, I wouldn't have come in the first place.
You and I have been through too much to turn away from each other now," I
whispered, reaching up to kiss his cheek.  "I love you, Sweetie." I cooed.

His strong hand squeezed my leg, reassuring me.

As we pulled up to Cleo's condo and swung into the only available parking
place, I waited patiently for Ryan to open the door for me.  We walked up
the stairs to the apartment building and entered.  The party was well
underway as we knocked on the door, the noise level already reverberating
down the hall.  The door was opened by what was surely the largest, tallest
human body I had ever seen.

Fully six and a half feet tall and weighing at least 275, Malcom Green
stood barring our way into Cleo's condo.  Now I understood just what Nora
meant by a huge reason, etc.  With a huge grin on his handsome face, he
extended a hand the size of a skateboard toward Ryan, no slouch in that
category either.  "I'm Malcom, Cleo's friend, dejour.  And, you have to be
Randi and Ryan.  She sure wasn't kidding about you, Randi.  Or, you, Ryan.
Come on in.  Party's already going strong."

We handed our coats to the maid near the door and stepped down into the
great room and were soon buried in a mass of humanity.

A more eclectic group could not have greeted us, filling the large great
room of the townhouse to capacity.  All manner of dress, too, including the
brilliantly tuxedoed and gowned, the grunged, the designer jeans outfits
and, more my personal favorite, the stylishly dressed.  I recognized
several celebrities and carefully steered clear of them, anxious to avoid
the entourage that followed their every movement.  Some, however, were
definitely difficult to avoid, which provided Ryan with a chance to bandy
political wits.  He usually devastates his opponents on those issues and
tonight, he was in spectacular form.

As I excused myself and wandered the room, I nodded and acknowledged long
times with people I knew and did not know alike.  Altogether, a thoroughly
timeless journey with a truly interesting group of people.  As I approached
the bar for a refill, a tap on my shoulder turned me around.

Cleo!  Oh, my God, my knees began to quiver as I gazed up at her like a
Goddess on a pedestal.  How can one possible describe such a woman?  At
well over six feet tall, most women were gawky, timid and woefully shy.
Cleo was tall, yes.  But, there was not a single ounce of fat on her entire
body, with measurements of 38D, 23, 35.  I felt absolutely undressed in my
black $2,500 Calvin Klein dress (I love Calvin!)  with gold highlights and
deep cut bodice and no back at all.  Cleo wore a floor length Versace gown
of shimmering silver and gold that hugged every solitary inch of her body,
off the shoulder, her bare shoulders, back and arms a shimmering black
contrast.  Her hair, while still braided and beaded, was brilliantly
wrapped around her head, her ears offset by hanging diamond earrings.
Topping it off was a startling diamond necklace surrounding her long black
neck.  Her extraordinarily high cheek bones, her full lips, her huge eyes
and long lashes projected an image that should not be allowed within 100
miles of a married man.

"Hello, Precious," she greeted me, her rich, thick accent coating each and
every word.  When her powerful black arms surrounded my and pulled me
against her body, I was lost.  My arms slipped under hers and squeezed her
to me in that familiar Hollywood cheek kiss.  "Kiss, kiss," I murmured,
laughing.

Cleo pulled back, holding my hands at arms' length.  "Randi, Girlfriend,
you look delicious," she said, meaning it sincerely.

"Sweetheart, if I'd known you would look like this, I would have stayed
home in my PJs, watching Dick Clark on the tele," I said, unable to tear my
eyes off her magnificent tits.  "If I had a spoon, I'd eat you right here
in front of everybody," I continued.

"Mmmmm," Cleo murmured, wrapping her arm around my shoulders like a little
girl.  "So, you like chocolate, huh?" she whispered.

She laughed as my face must have instantly reddened.  "Randi, you are so
wonderful to tease," she laughed again.  "Have you met Malcom?" she asked,
looking around the room for her boyfriend.

"You mean the giant?  Oh, yes, yes, yes, I certainly have," I said.  "How
do you walk the next day, girl?"

"Believe me, it's not easy," as you may find out if you play your cards
right."

Suddenly, I stopped dead in my tracks.  'Uh, Cleo, it took me a long time
to convince Ryan to come here tonight, sweetheart.  He's worried sick that
I would get jealous, be afraid, you know.  He wouldn't take too lightly to
my . . . no, I… i…"

"Randi, come out onto the patio with me" Cleo interrupted, taking my hand
and leading me quickly through the French doors and out into the brilliant,
chilly evening.
  The noises of the crowds below, reading themselves for the coming
celebration were loudest out here as I walked to the railing.  Behind me,
Cleo placed her long fingers onto my shoulders and held her body against
mine.  I shuddered so hard, she had to hold me tighter.  Her lips touched
the side of my neck, sending new chills up my spine.

Turning me around to face her, Cleo began, "Randi, listen to me.  I love
you just like a sister.  Absolutely nothing happens tonight unless you
absolutely, definitely say it's okay.  I've been thinking of making love to
you all week, Girl.  But, that can happen anytime.  And, Ryan? Yo!  Yes, in
a heartbeat, love.  But, see, Malcom and I are a definite thing.  I love
him and he loves me.  No way I would come between you two.  I just wanted
you both to know what it means to share love in a passion like ours," she
said, her serious look clouding her smile.

"But think of this, Girlfriend," she said, moving closer and closer.  "With
those two magnificent cocks around, we won't need that dildo, will we?" she
snickered.

"Oh, shit, Cleo," I laughed, "you're impossible.  I reached out and brought
her beautiful face to mine, my lips seeking her large, soft and delicious
ones.  Her tongue was already on its way into my mouth, delving impossibly
deep down my throat as my hands could no longer resist the temptation of
those incredible breasts, touching and squeezing whatever exposed flesh I
could reach.

"Well, looky here, Ryan," a deep, stentorian voice boomed from the doorway.
"We have come upon a tryst between two lovely and delicate flowers of the
feminine kind, here."

Cleo and I pulled apart abruptly and suddenly laughed.  I walked to Ryan
and looked up into his eyes, searching for anything that would settle the
evening, one way or another.  I don't want to make this decision, I
thought.  I don't want to hurt anyone.  Suddenly, powerful hands on my
shoulders pulled me forward, thickly muscled arms held me tight as Ryan's
lips covered mine.

"We guys were talking just now," malcom said, leaning against the railing.
"And, we were thinking that this is the beginning of the new Millennium.
Well, actually, that's next year, but anyway, what better way to start it
off than a totally new and fabulous experience?  So, he's willing and I'm
willing and if you two girls can handle two super studs…well, we'll let
you decide that," he said.

Ryan took my hand and led me to the far corner of the veranda.  He held
both of my hands in his and stared that Ryan stare when he wanted to get a
point across to me.  God, his eyes were especially blue this evening!

"Sweetheart, I came here tonight for you," he began.  "If you'd rather go
home and get into your jammies with me, that would be great.  We can cuddle
alone in front of the TV and do all the wonderful things to each other that
we love to do.  And, yes to all that you're thinking: Yes, Cleo is
magnificent, but in my eyes, you are the most wonderful woman in the world.
The only one for me.  And, I honestly don't know how I'll react about the
Malcom thing, but I can promise you this: I love you and will always love
you and we will be stronger for it"

Ryan kissed me hard, his tongue probing deep into my mouth, holding me
impossible tight.  Reluctantly, I let Ryan go as he joined Malcom at the
door and left me alone with my thoughts and Cleo.  Beautiful, soft, sexy
and so sophisticated Cleo.  Editor of a major media publication, she
certainly out-sophisticated me!  And, now she was proving it again.
Leaving me alone with my thoughts, she had quietly left the veranda and
returned to her guests while all I could think of was that I was sorry I'd
quite cigarettes 20 years ago.  Even a cigar would do!

I have so much to be thankful for, I thought.  Ryan, three beautiful
daughters, wonderful new friends, a great executive position in the most
highly competitive field in the world.  Why am I so afraid to shake up my
world, I thought?  Why am I so unsure of what I have?

Ryan's not.  Damn it, that's the point!  He's so sure of his feelings and
sure of me that he's not hesitating to test that love.  So, why am I?  Poor
little Midwestern girl, making it in the big city and pretending to be so
ultra-sophisticated.  But, I'm just a small town girl at heart.  Afraid to
rock the boat.

I can't believe I'm doing this, I thought, as I rummaged through the
ashtray for a used cigarette, found one and picked up a pack of matches.  I
took in a deep breath, the first in twenty years and I began to cough so
loud, I thought I would need an ambulance.  Fuck, I thought, throwing down
the butt, I knew there was a reason I'd given them up!

I opened my bag and took out my compact, checked myself in the tiny mirror
and walked back inside.  As midnight was approaching, the people had
congregated into cliques and it wasn't difficult to spot Ryan by the bar.
I walked to him, trying desperately to look the urbane sophisticate, the
know-all New York business lady and, in my eyes, failing miserably.

"Hi," I said, looking up into Ryan's big blues, leaning forward to kiss his
soft lips.  "Think you can handle two sexy women, lover?" I asked.

Ryan took my face in his and held it for a few seconds, his eyes reflecting
more gold than usual.  He was about to speak when that same booming voice
bellowed:

"Ten!  Nine!  Eight! …," as the crowd of revelers began to chant with
him.  "Three!  Two! One!  Happy New Century!"

Ryan took hold of my face again and stared into my eyes.  "Happy New Year,
darling.  I love you," he whispered and kissed me hard.  My arms wrapped
tightly around his thick, muscled neck, pulling him as close as possible,
holding on for dear life to my man.

As I opened my eyes and gazed over Ryan's shoulder, I saw Cleo and Malcom
breaking their embrace and watching us.  Smiling at them, my thumb rose
behind Ryan's back.
  With a bright smile, Cleo motioned towards the stairs behind her and
began to climb with Malcom.

"Let's go upstairs," I whispered into Ryan's ear.  I took his hand and
began to lead him to the stairs.  Glancing up, we saw Cleo waiting at the
top of the stairs, her long exquisite leg peering through the slit in her
gown. Dark brown chocolate, smooth and creamy, impossibly delicious. As we
reached the landing, she enveloped us both with her long, sinewy arms,
kissing each of us on the cheek.  She turned her back and, reaching behind
her, took each or our hands and led us into her giant bedroom.

"Malcom might join us later," Cleo began.  "Anyway, I want both of you for
myself now," she smiled, her lips slightly parted.  After letting us enter
the grand bedroom, Cleo slowly backed up to the door and locked it.

It was amazing how much Cleo's bedroom mirrored Nora's, including the 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.  Cleo stood by the fireplace as Ryan and I watched
her begin to undress.  First, she removed the band that held her long
beaded braids, watching as they fell over her soft chocolate shoulders and
down her back.  Her hands slipped behind her and her zipper began a slow,
tantalizing move downward, the top of her dress falling away from her huge
breasts.  Wearing no bra, they tumbled free as the dress fell to her
ankles, leaving only a pair of thong panties between Cleo and our small
world.

As if in a fog, I walked to Cleo and knelt before her as if praying to an
idol.  My fingers touched her gleaming black thighs and crawled upwards
over her hips to the band of her thong and began to draw them down.  Over
her hips, her soft and delicious ass and down her thighs, the thong pulled
away from the tiny curly hairs of her pussy, already drenched in her
juices.  Standing, I backed away from Cleo to survey.

I've said it before: 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.  I glanced at Ryan, watched as his
eyes glazed at Cleo's perfection and suddenly, somehow, I knew that my
worries were foolish.  His eyes were not filled with love, as I've seen
them with me.  Lust, like mine poured from them.

Turning back to Cleo, I approached her and gently lifted her magnificent
tits in my hands, hefting their weight, my mouth descending to tongue her
rock hard nipples.  She gasped as my teeth surrounded first one nipple,
then the other, my hands squeezing the soft flesh.  With an effort, Cleo
removed my mouth from her body and began to undress me.

First, her lips surrounded mine, her tongue pressing urgently, worming its
way into my mouth.  Her hands held my face to hers as we mixed our saliva
and my hands caressed her soft dark arms and down to her hips.  Her hands
magically surrounded my body to grasp the zipper of my dress, slowly
drawing it down.  As it fell away, my tits spilled out into her waiting
hands.  God, my blood was boiling as her fingers squeezed my nipples,
followed quickly by her long, thick tongue.

Cleo knelt before me and began to slide my tiny panties down my legs, my
red bush holding them for an instant before she pulled them from the
wetness between my legs and off.  Naked, we embraced, our bodies merging
into one squirming mass.  Then, as one, we stopped and turned toward Ryan.

All during our performance, done to extreme for his benefit, Ryan stood
near the door, resplendent in his tuxedo, his jacket open, his hand
strategically placed in his trouser pocket.  I watched him as his eyes took
in the tableau before him, knowing exactly what he was thinking and what
was happening to him.  As one, Cleo and I opened our arms and held them out
to him.



Ryan walked to the fireplace and stood between Cleo and me, seemingly at a
loss for what to do next.  Cleo settled that by taking his bearded face in
her long, black fingers and pressing her lips over his.  Her tongue shot
past that barrier into his mouth, searching for his, found it and swirled
over and over it.  I watched as his hands held her strong, supple arms,
squeezing the soft dark flesh.  I reached out to slip his jacket from his
shoulders and threw it across the room.  I moved around on my knees between
them and began to remove his trousers, drawing the zipper down and dropping
them around his ankles.  As he stepped out of them, Cleo grabbed his shirt
and pulled, sending buttons flying, allowing the shirt to fall to the
floor.

Cleo caught her breath as she gazed at Ryan's broad shoulders and hairy
chest, the corded muscles of his abdomen.  "Mmmm, Girlfriend, do not let
this one get too far away," she murmured as her hands began to run over his
hard body.  Ryan smiled shyly at the compliment and reached out to touch
her great tits with his large, calloused hands.

Smiling to myself, I reached for Ryan's shorts and began to pull them down.
My hand reached inside to pull his massive cock out of the way and let them
fall to the floor.  Stepping out of them, he stepped back somewhat as
Cleo's eyes dropped.  And, opened wide.

"Oh, Holy Mother," she whispered, her eyes glued to Ryan's fully hardened 8
˝ inches of thick, wonderful cock.  Her hand reached down to heft his
tennis ball-sized balls as I watched proudly at the reverence paid to my
man.  "This is some beauty, my love," she whispered to me.

Without a word, my hand took Ryan's cock and pulled it down to my mouth, my
lips opening wide to surround his cock head.  Ryan groaned at the double
ministration of his cock and balls as Cleo and I serviced him.  His eyes
closed and his head back, he moaned as my mouth continued to swallow more
and more of him down my throat.  Cleo released his balls and began to kiss
and lick her way down his chest, stopping to suck on his hardened nipples,
enjoying his suddenly weakened knees.  She continued her tongue trip down
to his thick, wiry pubic hair and down to my face, licking my lips where
they surrounded Ryan's cock.

Continuing further down, Cleo's tongue touched Ryan's balls, causing him to
stumble and almost fall, a loud, deep groan emerging from his lips.  He
placed his hands on our heads to keep from falling as Cleo and I showed
absolutely no mercy, continuing our devouring of the tasty treat before us.
Cleo's hands moved around me and grabbed Ryan's rock hard ass in her hands,
holding him tight against my sucking mouth and her ambitious tongue.

"God, I want that thang in my pussy," Cleo moaned as my mouth slurped up to
the tip, releasing it for her mouth.  I watched as her thick dark lips
surrounded Ryan's cock and swallowed the length of it down her throat in a
single gulp.  Her head moved up and down that delicious monster, slurping
sounds mixing with Ryan's increased groans.  Carefully, I eased my hands
onto Ryan's legs and urged him to lie down on the pristine white rug.  Cleo
followed him, not willing to give up on his cock for even a moment.

Ryan lay with his arms stretched above his head, Cleo hungrily holding his
cock in her mouth.  I moved behind her, my hands sliding up her soft,
powerful thighs, feeling the heat of her radiate onto my hands.  Reaching
her soft, delicious ass, I began to bathe her dark ass cheeks with my lips
and my tongue.  My tongue began to lick the stretch of her ass crackup and
down, bringing gurgled cries of passion from her cock-filled mouth.  My
tongue slid down from her ass crack to her pussy, my fingers spreading her
black pussy lips apart, her soaking wet pink pussy appearing to my
devouring eyes.

My tongue began to lick the length of her pussy, from the puddles of cum in
her pussy hole to the long, hardened flesh of her clitoris.  Reaching my
mouth up, my teeth locked onto her, chewing that extension of flesh, my
tongue flicking over its tip.  Cleo grabbed Ryan's ass tighter as she
increased her cock sucking and, at the same time, thrusting her pussy back
hard into my face.

Ryan's hands kept busy, squeezing and massaging Cleo's wondrous titties,
his head thrashing back and forth, fighting hard to keep from coming.  He
watched as his cock appeared and disappeared into Cleo's sucking mouth, his
hands sliding over the absolutely flawless skin of this black Amazon.
Gamely, he fought to keep his sanity at the overwhelming explosion of
passion that wracked his body.

Finally releasing Ryan's cock, Cleo whimpered, "Please, Randi, please let
me fuck his cock.  Please," she pleaded with me, my mouth continuing to
suck hard at her cunt.  Licking my way from her pussy, over her thighs and
up her side, I grasped her polished black thigh and swung it over Ryan's
waist.  I held onto Ryan's cock and kept it upright as I urged Cleo to
slowly lower her cunt.  First, just the tip of his cock head touched her
open, wet pussy hole.  Screaming now, she tried to drop completely down,
but I resisted hard, permitting her only to experience a slow, deliberate
penetration, watching as inch after inch of Ryan's cock disappeared into
the black ring of her pussy.  Cleo was losing control, her screams of
pleasure reverberating off the bedroom's soundproofed walls.  First the
head disappeared between those dark pussy lips.  Then another inch, then
three, four, five, six inches sank out of sight into her depths.  My hands
held her ass tight, allowing only a small amount at a time.  Now, seven
inches had entered her, then eight now, the final inch of cock slid into
Cleo's cunt as her ass fell heavily onto his bloated balls.  Cleo let out a
last loud cry as she felt the fullness in her pussy. Sitting still as she
rocked in a circular motion on Ryan's cock, her pussy lips clenching and
unclenching.

Ryan's eyes were wide open, his hands holding Cleo's marvelous tits tight
in his large hands, squeezing them hard, fingers pinching the nipples
harder.  He reached up to pull Cleo down to him, his lips searching for
hers, his tongue driving deep into her mouth.  His hands continued down
Cleo's soft smooth back, to her hips, holding her in place over his cock.
Slowly, he lifted the helpless woman's hips up until his cock barely
remained embedded in her pussy.

"Ah – ah – ah – ah," Cleo stuttered as her body was lifted atop
Ryan's cock Then, he pulled her down hard onto him, impaling her on his
throbbing cock, bringing another loud scream of lust from Cleo's lips.
Slowly, Ryan began the steady, rocking lifting, dropping of Cleo on his
cock.

I crawled down the bed, my tongue licking all along Ryan's body, tasting
his heat and passion as I went along.  Pausing whenever I encountered
Cleo's flesh, I licked the soft, chocolate skin, her perspiration tangy on
my tongue. I reached Cleo's hips and circled behind her, her soft, juicy
ass facing me.  I began to lick every square millimeter of flesh of her
beautiful ass as it moved up and down, enveloping my husband's cock.  My
hands held her ass aloft as my tongue licked at her pussy where Ryan's cock
was embedded.  My tongue touched his cock as well, tasting the juices that
coated both of them.

"Oh, my God, I'm going to gush . . . I going to come all over you, baby,"
Cleo cried, her cries blending with Ryan's as they approached their mighty
orgasm.  I moved back out of the way and spread Cleo's ass cheeks wide,
burying my face in the cleft, my tongue stabbing into her clutching
asshole.

My fingers moved to my pussy, plunging inside, stroking myself as I
continued tonguing Cleo's amazing asshole.  Faster and faster, her hips
gyrated in a circular motion on Ryan's pistoning cock.  Suddenly, with a
huge cry, Ryan exploded, his cum pouring in long, continual spurts into
Cleo's clutching cunt.  Cleo was crying, tears pouring down her magnificent
face as she came in continuous spasms, crying out in pure, unadulterated
passion.

My orgasm his scant moments later, my face still buried between Cleo's
clutching ass cheeks, my tongue dancing inside her hole, my fingers buried
deep within my pussy.  As I slowly began to climb down from my high, I
continued licking her asshole, then slipped down to taste the residue of
Ryan's explosion.  Mixed with Cleo's cum, it was a delicious concoction.
Mmmmmm, yummy!

As I crawled away from Cleo's ass, I crept up alongside Ryan and Cleo and
wrapped my arms around both my lovers, my hands lightly caressing both of
them.  Cleo's face, flush with Ryan's chest, was soaked in sweat, her lips
curled in a tight smile, her eyes flashing.  She leaned over and kissed me,
her tongue licking up the cum that was splattered on my face.
  Together, we leaned up and began to kiss Ryan's lips, two tongues forcing
themselves between his lips.  His mighty hands held both our heads against
his, kissing first Cleo then me.

"Well, that is a first," he wheezed, still trying to catch his breath.  "I
have never done it with two women before.  Now I can die happy," he laughed
as my hand crept down to touch his cock, still embedded within the folds of
Cleo's pussy.  God, I thought.  He's still hard as a rock!

"Does that thing ever go down, Randi?" Cleo asked, squirming her pussy
around Ryan's thunderstick.

"When he sleeps," I muttered, snuggling into Ryan's shoulder.  "Sometimes,"
I snickered.

Slowly, Cleo raised her stretched pussy from Ryan's staff, sliding down to
engulf his cock, licking all of their combined juices into her mouth.  She
continued to nurse the hot tube for several minutes before turning to me.

"Now, it's your turn, Girlfriend," Cleo said, crawling from Ryan's body to
mine, her hands stroking my thighs as her tongue began licking my tummy.
Her hands traced tiny lines on my thighs, around to my hips and up my sides
and joined her mouth at my breasts.  Ryan leaned on his elbow, watching
Cleo manipulate my body, his cock resting, fully charged against his thigh.
I relished his eyes on us as Cleo began to work her magic on me.  My juices
were already flowing again as her mouth opened wide to encompass my tit,
lips wrapped around my nipple.  Her teeth began to chew lightly on the
nipple sending shivers up and down my spine.

My fingers wound around in her beaded braids as she continued to leisurely
nurse at my tits.  I let my hands slide all over her dark, delicious skin,
reveling in the feel of her smoothness.  Slowly, Cleo's lips began to move
down, licking my tummy, planting kisses all along the way.  Soon, her mouth
arrived at my red pussy hair thatch, carefully and lovingly trimmed.  Her
tongue lapped up the juices that coated the hair, her hands holding onto my
hips.  As I drifted off in a haze of passion, I glanced at Ryan and watched
as his hand lightly stoked his cock, watching intently as Cleo began to
take me to a higher plane.

Cleo crawled between my legs, kissing and licking all over my thighs, over
the smooth front and around to my inner thighs, licking up all the spent
juices and those that had newly leaked from my pussy hole.  Her tongue was
sending sparklers through my body as she invaded that delicate space
between my thighs and my pussy, coursing all over that wonderful
netherworld of my feelings.  When her tongue touched my clitoris, I let out
a loud cry and arched my back, forcing my pussy hard against her face.  My
hands went to her head, holding her face hard against me as I began to
writhe in an agony of passion.  My head crashed against the floor, first
left, then right as waves of mini orgasms passed through my body.

Slowly, Cleo's tongue moved down to touch the puddles of cum around my
pussy hole, lapping it up, swallowing it, licking her lips at its
tanginess.  Her eyes peered up at me as she continued to feast, eyes
flashing with lust and, I think, love, as she continued to eat me.  Her
hands reached beneath me to cup my firm buttocks, squeezing them hard as
she lifted my pussy to her mouth.  Oh, God, oh God, I can feel it starting,
I thought, my hands now clutching her beads hard.  I felt her finger begin
to slip between my buttocks and touch my asshole, bringing a loud cry.  I
reached out my hand toward Ryan, who took it in his own, holding it
tightly, his lips pressing it hard.



Cleo began to move her face hard against my pussy now, sending spasms
through my body as I came closer and closer to an explosion.  Her hands
left my ass and took hold of my thighs, placing them over her shoulders.
Pushing them toward my chest, my pussy and asshole came into her view.
Now, her tongue really let go.  Running continually up and down my pussy,
from my clitty to my pussy hole and back again, her tongue had me shaking
uncontrollably, crying out in loud, sustains screams of passion.  My orgasm
was rapidly approaching, almost there.  My hand clutched hard against
Ryan's, knowing that I had probably drawn blood.

Almost there.  Almost there.  Coming now.  I can feel it coming, coming,
coming.

Just then, Cleo knew what to do.  Her tongue dove deep between the cheeks
of my ass, plunging deep into my asshole, fully two inches inside me.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, my asshole clutched hard against her
thrusting tongue as my juices poured from my spasming pussy, flooding her
hair and eyes with my cum.  I couldn't stop.  I was rocking harder and
harder, crying, tears coursing down my face, my spasms out of control now.
I could not see.
  I was totally lost in my orgasm and cried out over and over.

Held tight by Ryan and Cleo, I finally began to calm down, my heart finally
slowing to a sustainable rate, I felt the spasms begin to subside.  With
whatever strength remained in my body, I held tight to Ryan and Cleo,
holding them so tight, they struggled for breath.

"Are you alright?" was repeated by both Ryan and Cleo, over and over until,
finally, I was able to answer.

"Oh, shit," I exclaimed, letting a long, hard breath escape my lips.  "What
happened?" I wondered.

"You passed out, Sweetheart," Ryan said, his brow furrowed in worry.  "Are
you sure you're alright?" he asked.

Looking up into his baby blues, I smiled.  Then, turning to Cleo, I smiled
again.  "Oh, God, yessssss," I whispered.  Wowwwwwwwwww. . . . .

. . . for obvious reasons, this story will be continued in Randi IX.

Look for Randi IX in the near future!  Please send comments and suggestions
to my hotmail address: Toni526