Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 13:43:50 EST
From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com>
Subject: Randi 09

The following story is, as are all the Randi stories, true.  And, for all
of you fans, there are lots of goodies and details.  There's something else
here, though, a catharsis of sorts for my wonderful husband, Ryan.  Please
bear with me on this one for a few pages so we can get it all out and then,
on to the really good stuff.  Okay?  It's important.

And now . . .

Randi IX Part I

"Congratulations, Sweetheart!" I exclaimed into the telephone as Linda, my
little Asian sweetheart, gave me her wonderful news.  "I am so happy for
you and proud of you, Darling," I said, truthfully, swiping at a tear in my
eye.

"Oh, Randi," she cried, "I'm so happy but I'm so sad at the same time.  I
mean I love dancing in Miss Saigon so much, I'm going to miss it terribly.
And, for almost six months, I'll hardly be in New York so how are you and I
and all my friends going to get together?" she was crying now, breaking my
heart.

"Linda, you just signed a contract for a major Broadway show!  You're
getting three times the salary, you're going to be a star and you're only
22 years old!  You are now my idol, Girlfriend!" I hollered through the
phone.  "We'll see a lot of each other. The Internet keeps us close.  Now
stop pouting and start enjoying your two weeks off!  You're going to need
all your strength!"

"Yeah, I know.  You're right," she sniffed.  "It's just such a sea change
in my life!  I guess I'm getting a little scared.  MS was a wonderful,
comfortable, safe harbor for me, ya know, surrounded by all my
friends. It's like moving out of the house from Mommy and Daddy, ya know?
I keep thinking am I really ready for this and all?"

"Linda, Honey, some of the biggest names in show business have put their
seal of approval on you.  And, I know you and so do all your friends.  You
are supremely confident in every thing you do or say.  Self-doubt is not an
option here. You've given up your personal life for this.  You've earned
it, Love.  Enjoy it!"

A slight pause on the telephone was followed by a loud, long nose blowing
and "I know, I know.  I'll be good, Mommy.  I promise," she whined into the
telephone.  "But, it'll be tough.  Can I call you sometimes?" she asked.

"Linda, for cryin' out loud," I said, exasperated.  "You really have to
ask?"

"I know, I know.  Thanks, Randi.  You are rapidly becoming my rock," Linda
whispered, calming down.

A thought crossed my mind.  A very wicked one.

"Look, Linda," I began.  "The kidlets are destined for Florida as we speak
to spend a long weekend with the Grands.  And Ryan is still in Washington
until late Sunday night.  How about you come over here Saturday?  I'll cook
us a great, truly fabulous Randi special and we'll have our own version of
a pajama party.  Just you and me.  Okay??"

"Wowww!  You really mean it?  You're not just playing Momma to a sad tyke?"
she asked, already certain of the answer.

"If you keep that up, no!  Come on, it'll be fun.  We'll be kids all
weekend.  Okay?  Seven O'clock?"

"Okay, okay!  You got me!  I'll be there.  I'll bring the wine.  Okay?"
"Just bring your tiny little tuchas, Sweetcakes.  See you tomorrow night.
Night, Love."

"Night!  And, Randi, thanks.  You're special."

I clicked off the portable telephone, stretched, stifled a yawn and popped
up from my special comfy collapse chair.  Alone again, desperately missing
Ryan and the kidders, I wandered the room, reveling in its intimacy, in its
personal hallmarks.  Ryan and I had spent a lot of time haunting auction
galleries, fine art dealers, out of the way sales to find a series of
treasures that were carefully placed throughout the great room.  A large
format Alphonse Mucha original work dominated above the huge stone hearth,
two small Picasso drawings found in a house sale in New Jersey, two George
Inness oils, my original Chagall oil.  And, of course, the Tiffany lamps,
my private little IRAs.

My fingers had barely touched the brilliantly colored shade when the
doorbell startled me.  Wondering who that could be at – glancing at the
antique clock – 10 PM, I cautiously approached the door and unlocked the
locks, keeping the chain intact.

"Hi, Honey, I'm home!" Ryan??

Squealing with delight, I removed the chain latch and jumped through the
door into Ryan's arms, his suitcases dropping to the sidewalk just in time
to catch me.  My arms wrapped hard around his thick neck, my lips locking
onto his soft, delicious lips.  Standing there on the doorstop, the wind
chill ranging at around a minus 10 degrees, I was oblivious of the cold,
feeling my blood begin to boil.  Without breaking the kiss or his stride,
Ryan carried me over the threshold and deposited me near the stairs.  He
returned a moment later with his suitcases and was immediately attacked
again.  God, I missed that mouth!

Breaking the kiss, I took Ryan's hand and led him into the family room.
Perching on the edge of the couch, I asked, "What are you doing home so
early, my darling hubby?  I wasn't expecting you until Sunday night!"

"Finished early and made a break for it," Ryan sat down hard on the couch,
his head thrown back.  He patted his lap and was instantly covered by two
male pussy cats, one a Burmese, the other, a Norwegian Forest Cat, while
the third, the little lady Burmese with class, kept a respectful distance.
"Sometimes, I get so damn fed up with the spooks, I want to steer clear of
them.  Some of them bring things too close to home, I guess."

"Speaking of close to home," I began, "Linda called.  She's signed for a
new, monster show.  So, I kind of, sort of, invited her over tomorrow
evening.  Kind of a congratulations gift."  I related the telephone call to
him, in detail.  I'd better call her and cancel," I said, reaching for the
telephone.

"No, don't do that, Honey" Ryan said, quickly leaning over and taking the
phone from my hands.  "She's your friend and you promised her a great
evening.  I can stay in my office or – something.  Don't cancel. That
wouldn't be fair.  To either of you," he said softly, rising and slowly
walking from the room.

Oh, shit.  Trouble time, I thought.  I leaned down and put my head in my
hands, running the scenario through my mind, picturing Ryan in his office
while Linda and I boffed our heads off upstairs.  Non sequitur, I thought.
Not a fucking chance!  I jumped up and followed Ryan into his office,
finding him slumped in the chair behind his desk.  He almost jumped out of
his skin as I slammed the door hard behind me.

"Ryan, isn't it about time we discussed this?  We've been together so long,
I think it's time.  I think it's time that we had it all out, just the two
of us.  I can handle it.  You know I can," I said, walking to his desk.  I
really want to help, Baby.  I can help you.  You've been holding it in for
far too long."  When Ryan didn't answer, my redhead temper began to ratchet
up a couple of notches.  "Ryan, I'm your wife, damn it!  I have a right to
share everything with you.  We have to face it.  Together.  Damn it, if we
can't, then what the hell do we have left?  Damn it, talk to me!"

"I . . . can't . . ." Ryan started, his back to me, his face in his hands.

"Not good enough, Buster," I hissed.  Determined, I stalked behind his desk
and spun the chair around to face me.

"Now, look, I . . ." I began and stopped abruptly, my heart skipping a
beat.
  Tears.  They streaked his handsome face from his eyes to his chin.  He
was shaking, violently.  "Oh, my God, Ryan!  Honey, please, tell me.
What's wrong?"

I bent down and took him in my arms and held him as he put his head to my
shoulder and began to cry uncontrollably.  After a while, shaking, he drew
away from me and stood up, his back to me.  "I . . . Randi, please.  I
. . . I want to tell you.  I have to get it out somehow, someday, but I . .
. can't."

"Yes, you can!" I demanded, putting my hands on his shoulders.  "Here!
Now!
  I want to know all of it and right now, Ryan!" I said, turning him around
and holding his arms in my mighty woman's grip.  "You have to, Darling," I
whispered, kissing him gently on his quivering lips.

Ryan looked up at me, a strange glaze in his eyes, questioning, can she
really handle this?

Ryan took my hands in his, staring into my eyes, then sighed, resignedly,
and led me to the sofa against the wall and sat me down.  He knelt before
me, staring into my eyes, still holding my hands.  "Randi, are you sure
you're ready for this?  It's. . . ugly,. . .  inhumane.  You know what
happened to James.  He couldn't handle it and stayed away from his wife and
child.  Are you sure?"

"Listen, Lover," I began, squeezing his hands with all my might.  "I have
had to live with what I saw when I was . . . well, you know.  I've had to
come to terms with it for your sake and for the kids' sake, too.  Now, it's
your turn, Baby.  You've been my rock long enough.  Let me be yours.
Please."

Heaving a shaky sigh, Ryan stripped off his suit jacket, loosened his tie
and began.  He began a tale so twisted and violent and in such detail,
filled with such horror that my stomach turned.  Twice, I had to leave the
room to throw up.  That night, I learned everything that Ryan had been
holding in for so very, very long.  Finishing with his last operation into
Cambodia with his partner.  Yeah.  The operation was a success, but, in the
process, the patient almost died.  And, a piece of the doctor did die.
Suffice to say they found an entire village, two hundred and seventy-three
people, mostly women and children - butchered.  For 48 non-stop hours, Ryan
and James, his partner, burying the dead, the children, everyone.  When he
was finished, he was as limp as a rag, totally drained.

I slipped from the couch and knelt before him, holding his hands. Now, it
was up to me.  Our entire life was in my hands, now.  And, I had just put
him through a detailed trip through the worst experience imaginable.  When
a confident, good and sensitive man is faced with what he had to face, a
part of him must shut down to keep it out of view or he'd go insane.
  A part of him died during that two days.  And, now, it was out.  His look
of shame hurt me so much.

"Ryan, you weren't responsible.  They did it; you and James gave them
peace.  And, a lot of justice, too," I said, holding his hands tightly.
"And, now it's time for you to come back from that hell. To me and our
kids.  Let it go, Sweetheart.  It's time to come home."

Ryan stared at me for a long time, his glorious eyes on mine. He slid from
the couch to the floor next to me and laid his head in my lap, the tears
flowing again.  This time, I just held him, stroking his hair, letting him
go on.  Eventually, he began to breath regularly, having fallen fast
asleep, totally exhausted.  I eventually fell asleep too, holding him
gently in my lap.

I awoke suddenly, alone, covered in a blanket.  And, terrified.  I looked
around the office.  Oh, God, what if he . . . I jumped up, racing
frantically about the house, screaming for him, looking everywhere.  Just
as I was about to call the police, the front door opened and Ryan entered.

"Where the hell were you?" I screamed, hammering his broad chest with my
fists.  "I thought, I don't know what I thought!  Are you alright?"

"Calm down, sweetheart.  Everything is all right," he said, soothingly.  "I
just went out for the papers and a run.  Ten miles, sweetheart.  Never ran
that far before.  You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to
awaken you," he said, taking my hand and leading me into the great room.
He set me down on the sofa before the fireplace and knelt before me.

"You have any idea how much you mean to me?" he asked, his baby blues
loaded with more than the usual number those marvelous golden flecks.
Smiling (the one that breaks my heart every time), he kissed me ever so
gently, just a light passing touch. "I'm home."

Randi IX Part II At precisely seven o'clock, the doorbell rang.
Theoretically doffing my chef's hat, I raced for the door and threw it
wide, grabbing Linda's small, delicate hand and pulling her into my den of
iniquity.  Dressed in a three-quarter powder blue fur jacket with a belt
and a full hood, she looked like an Asian Barbie Doll.

"Hi, Baby!  Congratulations, again!" I said, pulling her fur-enveloped body
against mine.  I slipped my hands inside her hood to cup her cold face and,
not giving her a chance to respond, kissed her with just the proper amount
of passion.  Mmm, her tasty treat tongue was already working its way into
my mouth before I pulled back and began to untie her belt as she held her
purse and shopping bag high.

"God, you're freezing!  How long were you standing out there??" I asked,
pulling down her zipper and helping her out of her coat.

Sheepishly, "thirty minutes," she shivered, a timid look on her beautiful
Asian face.

"Thirty minutes?  The wind/chill is minus 10 out there!  Why didn't you
ring the bell?" I exclaimed.

"I was early.  I didn't want to bother you," she said.

"Oh, God, you are a nut!" I cried, exasperated.  I hung her jacket in the
hall closet and we walked, hand in hand into the kitchen to chill the wine.
Once the wine was set, I turned to my little doll and, using all of my
strength and a little of her help, I hefted Linda onto the Mexican tile
kitchen counter, spread those skin-tight, jean-wrapped legs and buried my
face into her hot, damp pussy.  Grinding my face against her, I felt
Linda's hands on my head, keeping my hot breath hard against her crouch.

Straightening, I slid my body between Linda's legs and wrapped my arms
around her waist.  Her powerful dancer's legs wrapped around my waist and
her arms wrapped themselves tightly around my neck, pulling my mouth to
hers, her tongue immediately pressing urgently between my lips for entrance
into my mouth.  Her sweet lingual organ (hee, hee) forced entry past my
lips, my teeth and searched deftly for its intended mate.  Finding it, she
began licking it as well as every part of my mouth.  My hands pulled her
brilliantly violet, bulky turtleneck sweater up and slipped beneath,
tracing lines all over her naked skin, moving up to her shoulders and even
into the arm holes to touch the softness of her arms.  I broke the kiss and
pulled her sweater up in front and slid my head underneath, virtually
crawling inside with her, kissing her tightly rippled stomach muscles and
up to lick the undersides of her soft and delicious breasts.  In the
darkness under her sweater, I moved my face up over her titties, quickly
licking at her nipples, her sides and up to her armpits.  Licking her
there, tasting her body and her perfume, I heard a muffled giggle, combined
with a gasp.  I immediately slid my tongue across her chest to the other
armpit, once again, pulling another giggle/gasp from her lips.

"Oh, God, Randi, what are you doing???  Eeeeek!!!  Oh, God, I'm juicing up
already," she whimpered.  With a smile, I slid my head out from beneath her
sweater, smoothed it in place, fluffed my hair and kissed her lips.

"Plenty of time for that later, my delicious little cupcake," I whispered.
"In the meantime, I have to put some finishing touches on the dinner.  Why
don't you go into the great room?  Your congrats present is there waiting
for you," I added, kissing her nose and lifting her down from the counter.

"You got me a present?  Randi, you didn't have to do that.  You're the only
present I want," she said.  With a smile, she walked from the kitchen,
deliberately wriggling her fabulous ass in my direction, winking at me over
her shoulder and tossing that magnificent braid around.

Deftly finding her way through a strange home, Linda passed through the
dining room and found herself in the great room.  Immediately, she felt the
heat generated by the roaring fire and the soft, gentle music.  Mmmm, she
though, her eyes closed for a moment.  Most of the light in the room came
from the huge, flickering fireplace, adding to the intimacy of the evening.
She began a self-directed tour, stopping a dozen times to stare,
open-mouthed at the treasures of the room.  Wow, she thought, this is
almost as great as Nora's place.  Then, she spied a large square package
leaning against the pure white sofa, fronting the fireplace, labeled
'Linda'.

She slipped down on the floor, leaning against the couch, her legs folded
beneath her and began to open the present.  As the paper fell away, her
heart ground to a halt, an audible gasp escaping her lips.  "Oh, my
God. . ." she whispered.

Her gift from Randi was an original, signed antique print of Edgar Degas'
"The Rehearsal".  Clad in an antique frame, also well over 100 years old,
Linda stared disbelieving at the ballet dancers, so brilliantly posed, and
seeming ready to leap from the frame.  She remembered foolishly letting
Randi know how much she loved his work on dancers.  Her fingers hesitantly
reached out to touch the outlines of the dancers, so beautiful and
delicate, as a tear splashed onto the glass and ran down to the frame.
Quickly, Linda grabbed her braid and dabbed up the moisture and hugged her
arms around the picture, rocking back and forth.

Standing unseen in the dining room doorway, I watched Linda's reaction and
knew I'd made the right choice.  It had taken about 20 telephone calls to
fine that work.  I entered the great room and walked to Linda, scooching
down beside her.

"Like it?" I whispered, gently stroking her soft cheek with the backs of my
fingers.

Linda turned to me, her tear-stained face and glazed eyes all the answer I
needed.  One arm snaked around my neck, pulling me close, hugging me tight.
Pulling back, she fixed me with her huge, dark almond shaped eyes.  The
warmth of the fireplace, the dim lights, combined, of course, with my
freshly loaded John Coltrane tape, all contributed to an almost
overpowering atmosphere in the great room.

"Randi, I . . .I am so . . . touched.  It's so magnificent.  But, I never
should have told you I love Degas, it's so expensive."  "Hey!  It's a
present for my baby sister.  Okay?" I said, softly.  "I just felt that you
needed a centerpiece, something tangible to balance your magnificent
talent, Love.  Do you really like it?  If you hold on to it, it might be
your retirement package all rolled into one some day."

Linda giggled and was about to wipe her nose on her sweater sleeve when I
offered her the napkin I had brought from the kitchen.  She took it and
turned her face to give another blow and wipe the tears from her face.  She
reached for me again, kissing me this time.  However, this time, I pulled
back and rose.

"Sweetheart, that's only half of your gift." I said as I walked to the
fireplace and leaned against the mantel.  I watched, smiling, at the query
forming in her eyes, then very deliberately switching my gaze past her to
the doorway.  Her eyes followed my gaze, turning to glance over her
shoulder.  For the second time this evening, I could almost hear her heart
grinding to a halt, as she watched Ryan walking slowly toward her.  Her
eyes grew wide as he reached out a hand to her.

Glancing over her shoulder at me, searching for something to touch,
something to hold onto, she accepted my nod of approval and reached out to
take Ryan's hand.  She rose to her feet and sighed as Ryan reached his
powerful arms around her body, gently easing her into his arms.  For a big,
strong guy, Ryan is surprisingly agile on the dance floor, although
certainly no match for little Linda.  But, no one was competing at the
moment as his hand gently pressed her face against his chest.  I watched as
Linda shuddered at the touch of his hand on her neck, their dancing smooth,
timeless and relaxed.  After a few moments, I quietly walked up beside
them, my lips kissing the softness of her shell-like ear.

"Congratulations, Sweetheart" I whispered.  "This portion of our weekend
extravaganza was all Ryan's idea.  Hope you're not disappointed."

"Mmmmmmm," Linda whimpered, snuggling further into Ryan's arms, her eyes
closed, her arm wrapping around my neck and pulling my mouth to hers.  Her
tongue slithered quickly between my lips and grabbed mine, licking it over
and around the tip.  Ryan's arm slipped free of Linda and opened wide to
include me in his clench.  Suddenly, we three were slowly moving in tempo
with the music, pressed tightly together.

Breaking the kiss, I looked into Linda's eyes and saw the return of the
evil, kinky kid sister, watched as the devilish grin curled the corners of
her beautiful mouth.  I responded in kind as we began to subliminally plot
Ryan's seduction right in front of a roaring fireplace.  As one, we turned
our heads up to stare at Ryan.  One look at our eyes and he knew he was
toast.

Together, Linda and I slid down Ryan's body, our hands pressing all of his
hard chest, his hips and his legs until we were kneeling before him.
Looking up into his bewildered eyes, I reached up and unbuckled his large
buckled belt and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans.  Linda grabbed the
tab of his zipper with her strong, pearly white teeth and, her eyes fixed
on Ryan's, she slowly began to slide the zipper down.  I watched as the
vibration of the zipper tickled Ryan's groin, watching his eyes suddenly
close, his teeth biting into his bottom lip.

Linda and I both reached up and began to slide Ryan's jeans down his
muscular, hairy legs, watching the whiteness of his shorts come into view.
I stole a glance at Linda and watched her eyes bulge out of her head as she
saw the huge bulk of Ryan's cock and balls fill the shorts to overflowing.
"Oh, my God," she murmured, staring at the outline of the pole waiting
eagerly for us.  I reached my hand around to Ryan's hip and moved my mouth
over that bulge, opening my mouth wide to bite gently on the length of his
cock through the cotton covering.  Both Linda and I giggled, me through
clenched teeth, as we felt the tremor run through those strong legs,
feeling just the tiniest bit of buckling in his legs.



Saving Ryan's goodies for later, we stood as one, letting our hands slide
up his legs, over his shorts and under his Polo shirt, four hands running
over his firm abdomen, tickling the hairs on his stomach, up to his chest,
simultaneously pinching his nipples and caressing his strong shoulders and
back.  The poor boy was shaking like a leaf as we kept up the pressure.  We
raised the Polo shirt and drew it up Ryan's chest.  When the black shirt
completely covered his face, we stopped, keeping him in the dark as we
licked his chest and up to his shoulders, into his armpits, chewing on the
flesh everywhere we paused.  His groans from beneath his "mask" were
growing louder as Linda and I kept up the pressure, our hands touching all
of his uncovered flesh.

Finally, we lifted his shirt off his head and threw it aside.  I crawled
around behind my darling while Linda moved in front of him and
knelt. Together, our fingers slipped beneath his shorts and we began to
pull them down.  I watched as his cute bubble butt came into view and
kissed his dimpled ass cheeks.  Suddenly, from the other side, out of my
view, I heard a loud gasp and an even louder "Oh, Shit!" as Linda obviously
had come face to face with Ryan's cock.  I laughed out loud as I peered
around the from behind Ryan, watching Linda's mouth drop open, her eyes
bugging out.

"Randi, geeze!" she murmured, her hand reaching out to hold Ryan's cock in
her tiny hand, her fingers far from being able to encompass it.  I reached
up and pulled Ryan's shorts all the way down his legs and off.  "Are you
two finally finished making fun of me?"  Ryan asked, smiling down on us
like the Jolly Green Giant.  Linda and I looked at each other for a
pregnant moment, and then suddenly burst into gales of laughter, cackling
like two witches holding onto their broomstick.  Together, we reached out
and kissed the beautiful cock still in Linda's hand, licking it from its
base to its head, our tongues touching as they lay across the top of his
cock.

Sliding under the "Ryan Bridge", I gently pushed Linda onto her back and
threw my leg across her hips, straddling her.  She lay back, her arms above
her head, staring directly into my eyes as my hands slid beneath her huge,
bulky sweater.  The feel of her tummy under my hands was electric, so
smooth and soft, yet so firm.  Slowly, my hands slid up her stomach to the
depression heralding her rib cage and, a few inches higher, the beginning
swell of her bra-less breasts.  Reaching a little higher, my hands cupped
her incredibly soft and smooth titties, squeezing them and rolling them
around her chest.  I leaned down and kissed her devastating lips as my
fingers found and pinched her rock-hard nipples.  Linda's eyes were closed,
a finger now thrust between her lips, sucking on it, stifling her cries.

As Ryan leaned against the sofa, watching us as he stroked his engorged
cock, I lifted Linda's sweater over her head and discarded it.  Our
breathing was becoming more labored in the warm, thick atmosphere as I slid
further down her body.  I unbuckled her belt and began to remove her jeans.
As I began to work them down over her hips, my hands suddenly stopped, my
mouth suddenly dropping open.  "Linda!" I cried, looking up into her
smiling, sly eyes, a stifled giggle escaping her lips.

Linda had completely shaved her pussy!  Smooth, sallow-colored skin
glistened in the reflective light of the fireplace, her pussy lips swollen
and glistening with her discharge.  My god, I was so on fire!  My body
began to spasm as mini-orgasms began to pulsate through me.  My eyes closed
tightly as shivers rushed through my body.  Inadvertently, my tongue
slipped from my mouth, licking my lips as I completed pulling her jeans
down her legs and discarded them.

Settling back on my haunches, I stared at Linda.  A vision of alabaster
beauty, so perfect a body that a sculpture could not have created a more
magnificent figure.  Her dancer's body was firm, muscular, yet smooth and
soft, her long, long perfectly formed thighs and calves, her slightly
flared hips, her ultra tiny waist, her absolutely perfect abdomen, her
perfect, round breasts, the bright red nipples.  And, her face.  Huge,
Keane-sized, almond-shaped eyes, the perfect nose, the long, long, long and
sexy black braid.  I could feel my juices completely soaking my panties as
I watched her sit up, her face almost touching mine.

Together, Linda and I looked at Ryan, his cock now grown exponentially in
his hand, his glazed eyes fixed on Linda.  Smiling, I turned to Linda and
gently brushed my lips against hers.  Then, she began to undress me.  Her
hands slipped down to unbuckle my Chanel belt and unbutton my jeans.  She
pulled my black turtleneck free and quickly pulled it over my head.
Frantically, I reached behind myself and unbuckled my bra, my titties
falling loose, my nipples already as hard as rocks.  Linda groaned as her
hands slid down my chest to close over my tits.

Agh, God, her hands were magical, gently hefting my titties in her hands,
squeezing and roiling them around my chest.  I took her head in my hands,
and crushed my lips against hers, thrusting my tongue hard and deep into
her mouth, tasting every conceivable place within her, my hands running all
over her soft, smooth body.  Without breaking the kiss, Linda reached down
to unzip my jeans, pulling on them to get me to lift my ass.  With a great
deal of strength, she wrested the jeans and panties down my hips and worked
them off of me.  Bending our knees, we scooched together until out pussies
were touching, my red tufted bush tickling the bare flesh of her freshly
shaved pussy.

We broke the kiss and stared lovingly into each other's eyes, our hands
resting on each other's thighs.  As one, we turned to stare at the hunk
leaning against the sofa.  His head was thrown back, his hand wrapped
around his cock, slowly stroking himself.  Linda and I gazed at each other,
smiled our wicked little smiles and disengaged, crawling over to Ryan.
Linda threw her leg across his hips and straddled his body, sitting on his
chest, just above his cock.  She leaned forward, her hands on the couch,
and kissed Ryan's lips.  Her hard, sensitive nipples grazed his chest, the
curly hairs teasing them.

Ryan's hands were everywhere on Linda's softness smooth skin. Her
shoulders, her back, tracing fingertips down her arms, down to the small of
her back.  He could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy against his
abdomen as he held her tight.

I crept up behind Linda and began to kiss and lick the soft flesh of her
shoulders, her back and down to her waist.  Below, I could see the crack of
her ass where she rested against Ryan's stomach and licked my lips at the
incongruous sight of Ryan's cock seemingly rising out of her soft ass.
Giggling like a schoolgirl, I began to lick further down Linda's back.

My hands reached for Ryan' fabulous cock, my fingers wrapping tightly
around its girth, stroking it up and down.  My tongue continued its
travels, licking all of Linda's firm little ass, first one cheek, then the
other.  My tongue touched the crack of her ass, which involuntarily lifted
so that I could have easier access.

Linda sucked hard on Ryan's tongue, pulling it deep into her mouth.  Her
teeth tightened on it, chewing it as her hands continued stroking his
strong shoulders and arms, squeezing their firm muscles, reaching between
them to pinch his nipples.  Breaking their kiss, Linda dragged her tongue
all over his firm, succulent body, teeth occasionally pulling on his chest
hairs.  She kept grinding her soaking wet, bald pussy lips against his hard
abdominal muscles, loving the feel of his stomach hair rubbing against her.
She was moaning loudly now as she felt my lips teasing her body, especially
as they touched her sensitive ass.  As she raised her hips, she felt that
tongue tease deep into the crevice between her ass cheeks and cried out,
releasing Ryan's tongue.

Ryan reached down between them and cupped Linda's sweet, perfectly formed
titties in his strong hands, feeling the hard nipples cut into the palms of
his hands.  He watched as her beautiful features tensed at the double
pleasures being given to her body, her hands closing over his own,
squeezing them, pressing them harder against her breasts.



Behind Linda, I licked down Linda's delicious ass crack to the base of
Ryan's massive cock, still held tightly in my hand.  I pulled that
delicious morsel up to my mouth, stroking its great length with one hand
while massaging his massive tennis ball-sized balls with the other.  My
tongue stretched out to touch the head of the almost nine inches, covering
the soft firm flesh with little stabs.  Guiding that delicious cock into
the O ring of my mouth, my hands moved around to grasp his ass and pull the
length of that cock down my throat.  It was so hot, I almost came just on
contact with it.

Ryan's hips began to buck, fucking my face, driving his cock deep into my
mouth, then out until it was almost free, then driving forward again.  My
hands cupped his great ass, fingers teasing the crease of his ass,
searching for the elusive pucker of his asshole.  Finding it, my finger
pushed against the opening, seeking entrance to his rectum.  His reaction
was immediate as he groaned and thrust even harder into my waiting mouth.
I began to control his pace, pulling my lips all the way back, then
dropping down so that his cock was buried deep in my mouth and throat.  I
could feel his cock expanding now and knew that he would be coming soon,
sending torrents of his hot seed deep into my throat.  But, that would be
later.

I removed my lips from Ryan's throbbing cock, sucking hard, squeezing him
with my lips as I left.  Ryan cried out, his groans loud now as I had
deprived him of his vacuum cleaner.  Holding his cock tightly, my lips
returned to Linda's beautiful ass, kissing and licking it again, drawing
cries of passion from her that mixed so perfectly with Ryan's.  With one
hand, I urged her to raise her hips, my fingers slipping into the bald,
juicy pussy and placing the huge cock against her quivering pussy lips.

Realizing what was about to happen, Linda began to growl like a powerful
mountain lion, shaking her head and her torso in a powerful, sensual dance.
Slowly, carefully, I began to let Linda's pussy slip down, swallowing up
Ryan's massive cock an inch at a time.  From mere inches away, I watched
and controlled, letting Linda's pussy slip further and further down,
watching my hubby's cock disappear into my darling friend's bald cunt, 3
inches, 4 inches, 5 inches.  Screaming for more, Linda tried to push her
exquisite ass further down onto Ryan's cock, but I kept control.  Now, 6
inches, then 7 inches had disappeared, its width spreading her pussy lips
so wide, it looked as though she would burst.  Finally, as Linda screamed
for more, I released her ass and let the monster strike into the depths of
her body.

Ryan cried out, his hands grasping Linda's muscular ass cheeks, and he
began to alternately raise and lover her clutching pussy onto his rock hard
cock.  I watched, inches away, as his balls slapped against Linda's ass,
urging a sharp cry of mixed pain and ecstasy as she rocked side to side on
his cock.  Her groans were becoming more and more urgent.

"Mmmmph!  God, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck me, Ryan, fuck meeeeeeeeeee!" she
cried, her hands holding her head as she rocked hard up and down, side to
side, her braid swinging from side to side.  Ryan's hands became more
urgent as his orgasm began to form, squeezing her ass cheeks, fucking her
harder and harder.

"Oh, God, shit.  I'm going to come, Goddddd," he cried.  "Randi!" he cried
out.  I leaned in and let my tongue touch his cock as it slid in and out of
Linda's clutching pussy, alternately licking both Ryan and her pussy,
dropping down to lick at his balls and up past them to Linda's puckered
little asshole.  Anything, everything.  Wherever I could reach them, my
tongue worked.  Ryan began to cry out even as Linda screamed her loudest,
her come dripping from her like a faucet.  Ryan's come shot from his balls
through the enormous tube of his cock and fired spurt after spurt of hot,
steamy come deep into a spasming Linda.  My hands slid all over Linda's
soft smoothness and Ryan's hard muscles as my tongue began to lick up all
the spent fluids leaking from their bodies.  Finally, Linda, with a final
cry of passion, collapsed on top of Ryan, her breasts squashed against his
furry chest.  My cheek rested against her soft ass, my own orgasm joining
theirs.

For a long while, the only sounds in the room were the booming of three
hearts and the sweet sounds of John Coltrane.  The fireplace being the only
light in the passion thick great room, shadows flickered across three spent
bodies, holding on to each other for dear life.

Slowly, Linda began to move, sinuously moving on Ryan, her hips lifting
until his cock left her pussy with an audible, wet sound.  She slid down
Ryan's body, her eyes fixed on his, licking and kissing his body.  Her
mouth hovered above his still-erect cock and slowly descended, leading with
her tongue.  She laved his cock, licking up all of their mixed come,
savoring it, swallowing it, then slowly descending, taking more and more
into her mouth.  I watched, transfixed, as Ryan's cock disappeared over her
tongue to the opening of her throat.  Her cheeks puckered as she began a
slow sucking motion, moving back up to the thick, bulbous head.  And, down
again, past her tongue and down her throat until her chin rested on his
balls.  Slowly, she began to suck and suck and suck that magnificent cock.
I watched as he grew back to full staff in her tiny, sucking mouth.

Ryan laid back, his eyes closed, hips gyrating against her sucking mouth,
his hands slowly stroking her cheeks, feeling his full staff in her mouth.
Linda's hands gently stroked his balls, lifting them, squeezing them,
rolling them around.  I watched as her hands cupped his ass, her finger
seeking and stroking his tiny puckered asshole.  I moved around to put my
face near hers, and began to lick his balls.  Soft groans, punctuated by
loud cries of passion filled the room, competing with the musical
background.

Slowly, I began to lick up Ryan's hips past Linda's lovely, sucking face to
his abdomen, licking his belly button and higher to his rock hard nipples.
Stopping to chew at them, I felt Ryan's hands on my head, urgently lifting
me further up.  His moans were now becoming more urgent, signaling his
orgasm's rapid approach at Linda's urging mouth.  I glanced back at her,
watching her giant almond eyes as her mouth began to pick up speed on
Ryan's massive cock.

My lips locked over Ryan's, feeling the urgency of his tongue on mine, his
cries now silently mouthed into my own.  My hands cupped his bearded face,
sucking on his tongue as his shaking began to grow more violent.  Linda's
hands were now working hard on his balls and his asshole as her sucking
became more and more labored.

Suddenly, Ryan's hands grabbed my face and pulled me hard into his as he
arched his hips up and, with a cry heard through my mouth, he exploded,
spurting hard streaks of come into Linda's sucking mouth, so much that
rivulets of his come began to dribble from the corners of her mouth.  Those
would be devoured soon as Linda's sucking continued until long after Ryan
had collapsed beneath our two mouths.

"Wow!" Ryan whispered as Linda continued to suck his spurting cannon.
"Come here, Lover," he said, pulling me up to cuddle against his chest, my
nose tickled by the hairs of his broad chest.  His great, strong hand ran
down my back, gently stroking me, holding me tightly against him.  At long
last, Linda finished her cleanup and crawled up to cuddle in Ryan's other
arm.

Moments later, Linda began to move again, crawling away to the other side
of the shaggy rug.  Ryan and I watched as she stretched her magnificent
body, each leg stretched straight out behind her, first her left, then her
right.  She stopped in mid stretch and her head turned back, her eyes fixed
on mine.  Her lips curled into a cunning grin, matching my own.  I deftly
slid from Ryan's arms and crawled toward the opposite end of the rug.  I
lay curled in a fetal position, watching Linda.

I watched, fascinated, as Linda stretched her long, muscular body, her
wonderful ass so utterly smooth and silky soft.  She continued to crawl
around the other end of the rug, occasionally stopping to sniff the air.
Once, she paused and looked at her wrist, licked it for a few moments, then
wiped it across her face.  Suddenly, I heard a low, guttural snarl escape
her throat as she sniffed the air again, then fixing me with a truly
amazing gaze.  And, suddenly, I remembered.  Linda had spent six months
with the cast of Cats before going to Miss Saigon.  I watched my Asian
beauty stroke her fur with her tongue, growling as she slowly slinked
toward me.  My God, she was exciting!  My heart began to beat harder, the
air in the room becoming thicker as I watched her slink in ever narrowing
circles.  As she turned her back to me, I saw her shaved, glistening pussy,
her winking asshole, beckoning me.  She turned over on her back, fingers
and toes clawing at the air, turning on her side to face me, her eyes
glistening in the glow of the fire, her tongue darting in and out of her
mouth.  Then, she crawled the final few feet to me, her hand reaching out
to gently stroke my calf. At her touch, I jumped, as though an electric
shock had shot through my body.

I uncurled from my fetal position and reached my hand out to Linda's,
taking her tiny hand in mine and pulling her to me.  Our bodies melded
together, each of us on our sides, arms wrapped tightly around each other.
My hands slowly slid all over Linda's softness, her shoulders, her back,
down over her soft, firm ass.  Her hands matched mine stroke for stroke,
sending my blood boiling.

Escaping Linda's grasp, I turned her over on her back and knelt above her,
staring at her.  God, what have I done to deserve this?  I leaned down and
gently enveloped her nipple with my teeth, lightly chewing on the delicious
gumdrop, laving it with my tongue. Then, the other nipple, so hard and
delicious in my mouth.  My fingers traced the softness of her small, though
full breasts, then squeezing them as my passion took control of my actions.
Slowly, I moved from her arms and leaned over her.  Staring down at her
beautiful face, I entwined my fingers in hers and began to lick her face.
First, around the corners of her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, licking
beneath them.  Across her nose to the other side, I licked a trail with my
tongue, tasting her, loving her.

My tongue moved over her cheekbones and I lowered my lips to hers.  Her
mouth opened wide as I approached and I covered her lips with my own.
Slowly, I pushed my tongue between those lips into her mouth.  Linda moaned
against my tongue as I continued to keep her pinned down.  She cried out in
protest as I broke the kiss to travel to her chin, her, her soft, long
neck, kissing and licking every square inch of flesh.  Writhing beneath me,
Linda was crying, tears flowing down her cheeks.  I released her hands so
that I could touch the perfection of her shoulders and her long, smooth
arms.  My lips returned to her face to lick up the salty tears and kiss her
lips once more before moving down her body.

Kissing further down, my mouth covered her breast, trying to suck the
entire globe into my mouth, my teeth then chewing on the nipple.  "Oh,
Randi!  Oh, oh yessss." She whimpered as I kissed and licked both of her
breasts.

I began to slowly work my way down Linda's body kissing and licking as I
went.  When I reached her tiny belly button, my tongue dipped inside,
pressing down, swirling around until I felt Linda begin to arch her back,
lifting her body toward me.  I could feel the heat of her bare pussy
against my tits, now, and slowly drifted down.  When I finally came face to
face with her mound, I was absolutely spellbound.  Her smoothness there
like a child's, soft and smooth, without any stubble, absolutely pure.  Her
pussy lips were exposed, the pinkness of her insides winking at me as she
spasmed through mini orgasms before my eyes.  My juices were flowing like a
garden hose now, with this sight before me.

That's it!  Enough, already!  I lowered my face to her pussy as her legs
spread apart on their own.  My tongue began to lick the entire smooth
surface of her mound as I slid my hands under her, cupping her sweet, firm
ass.  My tongue touched the exposed pussy lips, licking from the top of her
slit to the bottom.  "Oh, God, I love it!" I cried, pushing my face harder
into Linda's cunt.  I spread her lips apart, exposing a deep, pinkness, a
hole that seemed to go on forever.  I touched my tongue to that hole and
slipped inside, pushing in as deeply as possible.
  Linda began to cry out as my tongue reached far into her, my nose rubbing
against her hardened clitoris.

At Linda's urging, I rose and turned around, squatting with my pussy just
above her face.  With her hands holding tightly to my ass, I gently lowered
myself until my pussy was flush with her face.  Linda's lips were now
touching the hairs of my pussy, already matted from my juicies that had
been flowing continually since she had arrived.  I felt her tongue lick
away my juices and her fingers spread my pussy lips apart.  She blew
lightly onto my clit, rolling me over a mini orgasm that shook my body.
Dropping to my knees, I lowered my body fully on top of my Asian beauty and
rested my cheek on her naked pussy again.  Suddenly, Linda dived into my
pussy, tongue long and probing, my whimpers of pleasure becoming louder.
Her tongue licked up and down my pussy slit as her fingers pinched my lips.
Now, her fingers found their way into my cunt alongside her thrusting
tongue.  I was leaking like a faucet now, Linda not permitting any to drip
past her tongue.  Linda's hands stroked my ass, alternately spreading and
closing my ass cheeks.  She removed one of her wet fingers and slipped it
down to circle my asshole.

"Oh, yes," I whimpered as Linda's finger began to poke into my clutching
asshole.  "Push your finger into my asshole, please!  I love it!" I cried
as the finger entered all the way to her palm.  Her finger began to match
the fucking of my asshole to those that were fucking my pussy.  Gasping, I
placed my hands around her spread thighs and reached up to spread her pussy
lips apart.  My teeth wrapped around her aroused clittie, my tongue
tickling the tip.  I heard Linda groan into my pussy as I began to pull on
the slippery appendage.  I moved my tongue further down to dip into the
pool of juice that had accumulated in her pussy hole, tasting it,
swallowing the flow of sweet, delicious come.

I was so close to coming, but I wanted to hold it until we could come
together.  I moved my face further down and pulled her legs up, bringing
her breathtaking ass to my face.  I pulled her cheeks apart and touched her
tiny pink pucker with the tip of my tongue.  I felt Linda's body arch as if
struck by an electric shock and began to push my hardened tongue deep into
her asshole,

I could hear Linda's muffled scream as she began to shake violently beneath
me, her hands pulling hard on my ass, her finger dancing wildly deep in my
rectum.  I quickly slid back to her pussy and began to tongue fuck her
pussy hard, replacing my tongue in her asshole with my finger.

I could feel Ryan's eyes on us, watching as two women fucked and sucked
each other, our bodies shaking, our full mouths screaming our excitement as
we exploded together in a quivering, vibrating monstrous orgasm.  I almost
lost consciousness at that point as the enormity of my orgasm was matched
by Linda's and we collapsed, each of us keeping our face buried deeply
within each other's pussy.

Much later, we three moved to the bedroom for more fun and games.
Eventually, we fell asleep, totally drained, Ryan in the middle and Linda
and myself cuddled in his strong arms.  Sometime later, I awoke to find
Linda missing from our tableau.  Quietly extricating myself from Ryan's
grasp, I tiptoed downstairs, looking for Linda.  I found her hunched, buck
naked (as was I) over my own personal and favorite laptop, speaking to two
of our best cyber friends, Magic and Aunt Sue.  I tiptoed back upstairs and
crawled back into bed with my great man.  We were sleeping peacefully as
Linda returned and dragged us both into the large master shower.  Boy, is
that another story!

Look for Randi X in the near future as soon as I have the energy to write
again!  Please, please, please send comments and suggestions to my hotmail
address: Toni526