Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 13:44:14 EST From: Toni Podols Subject: Randi VI Please keep your feedback coming to my toni526 hotmail.com email address. I love it and answer each email personally as soon as possible Randi VI Mondays! I hate Mondays! This was a typical one, too, an endless round of long, detailed meetings that taxed greatly my compartmentalizing techniques. Particularly since I still had Dallas on my mind. And Irish. (But, that's another story. Sorry!) I returned to my office after a particularly tough meeting and plopped down into my warm, safe chair. Checking my email and voice mail, I found nothing too important that would interfere with my scheduled luncheon meeting with my old friends from Merrill Lynch. Slapping the desk, I grabbed my coat and bag and headed for the elevators, leaving some file update notes on the new project with Irish. We shared a smile. Uh, oh. Broken compartment, there, I thought, as I walked to the elevator. There is so much there to think about, but I just don't want to face it yet. (I can do that. I'm the boss!) Dallas was too fresh in my mind right now. All I can say is that Irish is something. Something very, very special. I hopped a cab in front of the building and was soon involved in dodging noon hour New York City traffic. As luck would have it, we survived and soon pulled up in front of the Carnegie Deli on Seventh Avenue. The Carnegie is not the quietest place for a get together, but the energy and the food are so superior, why waste time? As I was led to the reserved table near the back, I smiled a response to two very obvious smiling appraisals, one from a great looking middle aged man and another from his companion, a short, beautifully dressed and handsome woman of rather indeterminate age. Lock it out, Girl! Six people from Merrill Lynch were waiting for me as I arrived. Kisses and hugs abound as I made the rounds, happy to see the people with whom I had spent six great years before accepting the EVP job at my company. I was never one to burn bridges and, with these people, that was a wise decision. Not only professionally, either. They were great friends, too. (Although, not the type of friends you're interested in hearing about!) Lunch had lasted almost an hour when I felt the need to attack the loo. I excused myself and wandered further back into the restaurant and found the ladies room. As I pushed the door open, I was startled to feel two hands in the small of m back, pushing me forward into the room. I heard a foot strike the door, slamming it shut and two strong arms wrapping themselves around my waist. My martial arts training sprung into action as I peeled the arms from my waist and spun around, my hand raised to attack. And, stared directly into the precious face of Linda, my Vietnamese dancer! "Linda, mmmmmph..." was all that I could get from my lips as her arms raced around my neck and her perfect little mouth closed over mine in mid sentence. Oh, what the hell, I thought, and gave as good as I got. Her tongue wound itself into my mouth, cleansing my teeth, the space between my cheek and gum, licking the juices from my tongue and even some of the remnants of lunch! (Maybe that's why all my bisexual friends have such great teeth!) All this time, her groin was grinding against my own, held in place by my now busy hands. I cupped her jean-clad ass just below her leather bomber jacket, pulling her so hard, I could almost make out the moisture of her pussy. When we finally broke our kiss, our breath coming in ragged stretches, I stared at her, reminded again of her startling Asian beauty. Wonderfully high cheekbones, huge, dark eyes, dripping wet with her passion, her single long braid wrapped three times around her neck as a muffler. "Hi, Randi" she said brightly, her infectious smile brightening the small room. "I missed you terribly. When I saw you entering the restaurant, I just couldn't resist. I waited for just the right moment to attack you." Laughing, I took her into my arms again, kissing her forehead. "I almost hit you, you little nut!" God, she smelled so good! My juices were beginning to flow again. Separating, I said, "Linda, we can't stay in here. Everyone I work with will know! " Linda held me tightly to her. "I won't let you go until you promise to come see me tonight. I want to see you. Please, oh, please come tonight.." she pleaded with me. You cannot imagine what it is like to look into those eyes, fell that slender, yet so muscular body against your own and try to deny Linda anything. "Okay. Yes. Yes! I'll come if only you'll let me out of this bathroom!" I said, my smile giving away my pleasure. "Oh, Great," she squealed, clapping her hands. "I'll leave a comp at the box office for you. Now, you promised," she said, letting a pout take over her lips. "I promise! Now, let me out." I said, holding her face in my hands and kissing her again. When I returned to the table, my ex-boss said, "We thought you fell in," she said, a curious look on her face. Uh, oh, She saw. Maryanne was your typical bowling ball. Barely five feet tall, she was easily 200+ pounds with a strikingly beautiful face. It always left people wondering what she would be like if she lost about 80-90 pounds. From the way she was looking at me right now, I was beginning to wonder what she would be like as is? I've certainly found, lately at least, that size, shape, weight . . . these things were practically meaningless. Realistically, of course we always want perfection in our sexual adventures. More important, though, is that you really care about that person. I certainly found that to be true about Doreen. Mmmmm. Maybe. I smiled at her and winked, leaving her to think that one over. She quickly turned her face away and went back to her conversation. As we sat there talking, I occasionally stole a glance at Maryanne, constantly catching her looking at me. Red faced, she would turn away. Glancing at my watch, I realized I had 20 minutes to make a meeting half way across town. Just as I was about to make my excuses to leave, Linda walked past our table, a tall, willowy black girl in tow, and waved her hand. I smiled and nodded. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Maryanne hadn't missed the interplay between us. "Gotta go, folks. Let's do this again next Tuesday. Let me know if that's okay," I said, rising. I made the circuit of the table, kissing and hugging all my friends. When I reached Maryanne, she stood and looked into my eyes. We embraced, her large belly and tits pressing against my body. She seemed to hold on somewhat longer than usual and when we separated, her eyes had that question I've come to know over the past month or so. I leaned toward her and whispered, " Drop me an email." As I was leaving, Maryanne nodded and smiled briefly. The rest of the day passed quickly as I moved from one crisis to another. At about five, Irish put her beautiful black face through the doorway and said, "Night, Boss. Keep it warm for tomorrow morn!" she said, a wink and a mouthed kiss. I returned the kiss and spun my chair around three times before becoming dizzy. What a day, I thought, letting a huge sigh escape my lips. I had called Ryan to tell him I would be staying in the city and heard a breath of relief. He had plans for tonight, too. "I love you, Toots," he said, his warmth flooding through the telephone lines. "Oh, God, Sweetheart. I love you so much. I'll call you in the morning," I whispered, almost as though he were there. I hung up the telephone and tried to decided what to wear. I always keep a lot of stuff in my office for emergencies and such. I decided, that Linda being Linda, casual was where it was at. I selected a pair of Calvin Klein Jeans and a scoop neck bulky knit sweater. I squeezed into the jeans, feeling safely and tightly wrapped in denim. I pulled on my black cowgirl boots and tucked the pants inside. Carefully sitting down, I couldn't help thinking that if I fart, my boot might fly off. Oh, Gross! I fluffed my curls around my face and applied just a small amount of makeup. I took out my full length black leather coat with the black mink collar and lining and threw my bag over my shoulder. "Stella Stunning," I laughed to myself, staring into the mirror. God, I'm dressing like a school girl for a date, I thought. I waited for over 10 minutes for an elevator. When the door opened, I joined what were probably the last 5 people in the entire building. I smiled around the elevator and turned to face front. My mind was so engrossed on my coming evening that I almost didn't notice the hand stealing into my bag. Almost. I reached down with my left hand and pushed directly onto a nerve just behind the heel of the offending hand. I twisted my thumb hard on the nerve and the owner of the hand went down to his knees. When he screamed in pain, I finally let up the pressure as the two other guys in the elevator grabbed him for security. A food delivery man who had just dropped off a late work order. Wow! It is empowering to be able to defend yourself. All you ladies out there: take note! You don't have to take it! And, you also don't have to be an expert. Just a little pressure in the right places can do wonders. A guy's balls aren't always reachable. It was early and not that long a walk, so I ignored the few and far-between taxis and walked up to fifth avenue and strolled leisurely up the street, dodging tourists and hurrying business people. That's why I love the city when the sun begins to set. The power here is unmatchable anywhere and can be felt radiating from the lobbies of the buildings as I pass. Knowing that I have a seat at the table – a damn good one, too! - makes it just a bit more satisfying, too. It's a tough go, but if you're good enough, you can shatter that glass ceiling. The show was playing at the Broadway Theatre at 53rd and Broadway. Great. That put me near enough to Bellini's, a great Italian restaurant on 52nd street although East of where I wanted to go. But, I had time and, having eaten lunch there with Cleo, memories and mood setting were definitely on my itinerary tonight. It was beginning to chill up when I reached the restaurant and entered. I had planned on a long wait, being a single patron at the dinner hour at a popular restaurant. Surprisingly, after only 10 minutes, I was seated at a great table and was pouring over the menu what a waiter excused himself and presented me with a bottle of champagne. Courtesy of the couple at the table against the far wall. I turned to search for my benefactor, assuming I would find Cleo and her husband. But, it was Nora! She waved me to stop over and I walked across the floor. "Randi, love. How are you?" After a quick, politically correct hug and cheek smooch, I said, "Wonderful, Nora. So great to see you again." "Randi, I want you to meet my husband, Jerome," she said, indicating the man to her right. As he stood, I was flabbergasted. Fully six and a half feet tall, he was gorgeous! Pure white hair, ridiculously handsome, impeccably dressed, mid sixties. He reached his hand for mine, his lips burning an imprint there. "Randi, I have heard so much about you. I will be forever grateful for your friendship with Nora," he said, his smile brightening the room. "Believe me, Jerome, it's my great pleasure to know Nora. She is a treasured friend," I said, feeling a little let down as he released my hand. "Jerome, you're stealing my friends again. Now, stop it. You're flustering the poor girl," she laughed. "We were just about to leave when I saw you walk in. Hope you like your table and the champagne. Now, Jerome and I are having a little party next Friday at the townhouse. Please say you can come." "How could I ever refuse you?" I said. "Of course we'll be there." "Wonderful! I'll call you tomorrow so I can give you all the details. I can't wait to meet that husband of yours. Well, we're off," she said, standing up. As Jerome stepped away, Nora and I hugged goodbye. "That is a hunk, Girlfriend," I whispered in her tiny ear. Nora presented a devilish grin. "He is, isn't he? Don't feel bad, Dear. He has that same effect on all of my friends. Strangely, they wonder why I'm bisexual with a guy like him," she said, wistfully watching him walk to the cashier. "I understand. I get the same with Ryan. We just need each other sometimes, don't we?" A warm glowing smile was her answer. Nora kissed my lightly on my cheek and squeezed my hand, "Yes, we do. Right now, if I could get away. God, right now I want you so badly, I'm dripping," Nora whispered. "I know. Patience, Darling. Patience," I whispered and hugged her again. As I walked back to my table, I watched them walk out together and hoped that that would be Ryan and me some day. After dinner, I walked back up to Broadway and turned North a block to the theatre. As promised, my ticket, eighth row on the aisle, was waiting for me. I worked my way through the crowd to my seat and prepare once again to watch a story that has brought tears to my eyes every time I've seen it. So sad, so brilliantly sad and yet so beautiful, based on Madame Butterfly. When Kim dies in the end, I always burst out crying like a baby. I can't tell you who Linda really is, but she does have a major part in the show. Now, stop asking me! After the show, I made my way backstage, shyly moving among all of the stunning women and men. Linda came racing toward me, her pigtail trailing after her. She was breathing hard, the sweat making her body glow as she scooped my arm in hers and led me around, introducing me to a stunning array of magnificent women. Sensory overload threatened to engulf me as I shook hands, kissed cheeks, had my cheeks kissed, etc. Finally, Linda put me into a corner and promised to be back in 15 minutes Like clockwork, Linda danced up to me, took my arm in hers and we walked outside. As we exited, the cold wind cutting at our faces, I noticed two young women standing together near the door, breaking into bright smiles when they say Linda. "Randi, this is Mera and Jesse, two of my very best friends. Do you mind if they join us?" Linda said, smiling brightly at me. "Do I mind? Of course not," I said, a little too giddy for my own ears. "Great! Come on! I've got a load of deli in my apartment and the party's awaitin'!" she exclaimed as we began to walk. I looked at the other girls and I realized that I was no longer being bothered by the cold wind. I seem to have heated up during the last several minutes. We walked to the parking building near the theatre and waited while Linda's car was brought down. We all piled into the car, Jesse in front with Mera driving and me in the back with Linda. As soon as we were all comfortably settled, Linda reached over and took my head in her hand and pulled my face to her, her lips pressing urgently on mine, her tongue immediately delving into my mouth. I reciprocated immediately, bringing a murmur of delight come from Linda. Her left hand slid beneath my open coat and fastened on my right breast, squeezing, rolling it around, her fingers pinching my iron hard nipple. Now, it was my turn to moan, more so now that Linda had swung her leg up across mine, inching closer and closer. My hand mimicked hers, slipping under her bomber jacket, grasping her breast. Through the mist of our passion, I heard Jesse whisper to Mera to look into the rear view mirror. "Hey, you two! Stop that! That's not fair. I've got to drive this thing. You'll have to wait just like the rest of us," she laughed, twisting the wheel back and forth. "Okay, okay. We'll wait. Just get us to my place in one piece, thank you very much?" Linda said, breaking off our kiss. She looked at me and smiled, her eyes crinkling up as she placed one last peck on my lips. "We'll behave. Right, Randi?" "Oh, sure. Oh, yes, we certainly will," I laughed, giving her apple sized tit one last squeeze. We pulled into the apartment building parking building and were walking across the building lobby. I was becoming adept at ignoring the eyes that stared at us, both those that were interested and those that were taken aback. As we entered the elevator, several very attractive guys worked hard to make eye contact with us, but to no avail. Nothing personal, guys. Tonight just wasn't going to be your night. Linda unlocked the door and we piled inside. As I removed my coat, I was instantly taken with the décor. Heavily influenced by her Asian ancestry, woodblock prints abounded along with several bronzes. In the center of one cabinet, I noticed a Ming Dynasty vase that was easily the hallmark of her treasures. Linda told me earlier that her mother had originally come to Vietnam from China where she had met her father, a Frenchman. Her Mother's family had once been extremely wealthy merchants. The vase was virtually the only possession she had been able to smuggle out. I dropped my coat on the floor near the door and walked across the oversized living room to the fireplace where Linda was already placing logs in place. I knelt down and removed my boots and helped her roll papers to place underneath the logs and lit them. Mera had searched the library of CDs and had the stereo going already. Hmmm. Unusual selection of Beethoven's 6th Symphony. His only really quiet, soft and inviting symphony. The fire was roaring when I returned from the bathroom. I sat on the oversized, floppy sofa facing the fire, enjoying the heat that fanned my face. Jesse, her tall, slender black face glowing in the reflection of the fire, sat next to me while Mera sat on the floor in front of us. First, Jesse. Tall, close to six feet, and very slender and muscular. Her long arms and legs would have been gangly on someone who didn't move as gracefully as she. Her face was long and thin, with a prominent nose and soft, thick lips. Her head was almost shaved, her afro extremely short. The color of her skin was a Hershey Chocolate brown with absolutely no blemishes. Deliciously exotic, Jesse had been born in Jamaica and raised in Harlem. She had only recently been selected for her first Broadway show, opening in mere weeks. And, all of this and only 19 years old. And, then there was Mera. Much shorter than Jesse, her skin was alabaster white, almost a pure albino, with silky white hair that cascaded around her oval face. Her nose was tiny, set between high, prominent cheek bones, with somewhat thin, though supple lips. Her huge eyes were an amazing, electric light gray that seemed to stare through you. Mera had arrived on a student visa from the Ukraine three years ago to study ballet and had tried out successfully for the same show on a dare. Her English was good, though halting, but I could certainly understand her. She was 20. Linda I knew had been raised in Vietnam although of Chinese and French parents. And, here's this formerly Midwestern, Israeli lady old enough to be their Mother (not Grandmother!) surrounded by all of this breathtaking beauty. Is this a great country or what? Linda returned with a tray of cold cuts, breads, cheese and bottled water. For the next 20 minutes, we sat around the fire, making sandwiches, drinking only water and just being friends. Linda crawled to the stereo cabinet and took out a package. It contained a new, sealed CD. "This is something I bought for you this afternoon, Randi," she said, moments before my John Coltrane's magic saxophone began to pour his heart out through the speakers. I smiled at her, soaking up the lush music. She walked up behind the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck, her face buried in my red curls. She lifted my hair and kissed my on my neck, sending shivers down my spine and moistening my pussy even more. "Linda told us all about you, Randi," Jesse said, leaning across and placing her thick, beautiful lips against mine, her tongue immediately burrowing into my mouth. I reached a hand behind her short, almost non-existent afro to pull her face in tighter. Out tongues were twisting together, tasting the odd recesses of each others' mouths. Her taste was sweet, like sugar and water, wonderful to the senses. I let my hand lay on her jean-covered thigh and slowly wander up to her hip and under her jersey top to her bare skin. So hot to the touch, my fingers almost flinched, but continued around to her back, feeling the magnificent dichotomy of a dancer's body: soft, smooth, but underneath, hard, coiled muscles. I felt hands, now, on my thighs, just above my knees and realized that Mera was resting her head on my lap and gently massaging my thighs through my jeans. Oh, my God, I thought. An orgy! I'm going to be in an orgy! Oh, Wow! Jesse spun around and lay her head in my lap, her long legs up on the couch. I gently caressed her beautiful face as Mera leaned over and kissed her. The contrast of this alabaster white girl with this dark black beauty was so erotic, my juices increased again, if that was possible. Linda gently pulled my head back and dropped her luscious lips onto mine, her tongue wasting no time delving into the far reaches of my mouth. I reached up and took her braid in my hand, pulling her face harder onto my own. Linda groaned as her hands slid down my chest to close over my tits, my nipples threatening to cut through the heavy sweater to reach her hands. God, I just couldn't get enough of Linda's mouth, her stabbing tongue longer than anything I'd ever tasted other than a cock. Her hands were pulling my sweater free of my tight jeans, now, her hands on my bare skin. As she pulled it higher, my tits fell into view. Mera broke her kiss with Jesse and reached up to grasp one of my tits, squeezing and rolling the softness. Jesse, her head still in my lap, reached up to take the other, slowly squeezing the flesh, her fingers pinching my nipple. With this double ministration of my tits was driving me crazy, my teeth grabbing and holding Linda's tongue as I moaned into her hot mouth. I could feel the beginning swells of an orgasm as my hands slid beneath Jesse's head to rub my clitoris. Linda grasped my sweater and pulled it up and off my outstretched arms. Now, hands were everywhere, on my stomach, my tits, Linda licking my neck and tonguing my ear. I reached back to Linda, pulling at her sweater, murmuring into her mouth. Her arms came free as she leaned over my head so that I could pull her sweater off. Flinging it onto the floor, I reached up and took her tits into my hands, squeezing them hard, pinching both her nipples, rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers. "Oh, God, I want you," I screamed to Linda. All the while, my tits wee the playthings of Jesse and Mera, who had moved up to take my nipples into their mouths. I was rapidly losing all control of my wits, now, lost in a passionate fog. "I want all of you. Now!" I commanded. Mera moved away from me and stood, her arms crossing at the same time to grasp her sweater and strip if from her whiteness. As she did, her firm mini-tits popped into view, her nipples an amazing fire engine red. Impossibly long, they stood far out from her body frozen in passion. She unbuckled her belt and slowly slid her jeans down her long, long, long slender legs. Taking her panties along with them, her pussy came into view, drawing a sharp intake of breath from me. At no more than three feet from my eyes, I could see that what few pussy hairs she possessed were so white, she looked totally shaved. As she moved closer to me, I reached out and grasped her tiny, taut buttocks in my hands, loving the firm, muscular globes, my fingers teasing the crease between them. I pulled her closer, staring into that clearly dripping cunt. I could feel the tangy, sweet taste in the corner of my mouth as I smelled her musky scent. Closer still, I reached out my tongue to touch a drop of cum that was puddled by her pussy hole. I slowly stood and, while Mera stroked my tits, I unbuckled my belt and began to slowly skin my jeans down over my hips and thighs, thankful that I had removed my boots when I arrived. When my jeans had reached my knees, Jesse took them and slid them from me. Naked, Mera and I reached out to touch and hold each others' buttocks, gently squeezing, holding, eyes locked together, unblinking. As our tits melded together, we locked in a deep, sensuous kiss, tongues teasing each other, fighting for dominance. First, her tongue pushed far into my mouth, licking all the reachable areas of my cheeks, my gums, teeth. Then, it was my turn to win the tongue war, pushing back into her small mouth, feeling my tongue fill her mouth. Mera and I reluctantly disengaged from our kiss and, side by side, we watched as Linda and Jesse prepared to join our sensual tableau. We stood arm in arm as Linda undressed Jesse, her dark, beautiful and flawless skin appearing slowly. As her panties followed her jeans, her pussy, covered with thick black, dense, tight curls, her lips already coated with her come, slowly appeared. Her almost invisible tits were capped by long, thick, black nipples, hardened to diamonds by her lust. Now it was Linda's turn. She removed her jeans quickly, standing before us in only scanty panties, already stained with her juices, outlining her delicious pussy lips. Jesse knelt before her, then, her tongue delving into her tiny belly button. Loud, wet kisses abounded as Jesse moved her lips down, following her fingers as they skinned the soaked panties free and down Linda's legs. Shivers ran through my body and I licked my lips at the sight of Linda's neatly clipped, black haired pussy. I reached for Mera's face, turning it toward mine and kissed her, gently pulling her down onto the floor with me. I lay on my back and pulled Mera across my body, my hands everywhere on her soft, incredibly smooth body. Mera began to kiss and lick her way down my body just as Linda lay down next to me, our thighs touching. I looked over at her breathtaking face, watching as her lips formed, "Love" to me. I stretched out my arm and she slid into my shoulder, kissing and licking the smooth skin there. I pulled her against me and turned to watch as Jesse climbed upon Linda's soft body, moving so that all four of us were touching. Jesse began to kiss and lick Linda's lips, her groin grinding hard into Linda's. Mera had stopped for a feast at my tits, holding each in her hands, kissing and licking each in turn. Her lips took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking it hard, biting down with her beautiful teeth (The teeth, again! Damn!), sending bolts of electricity flashing through my body. The atmosphere in the room was truly amazing. The lights had been turned down very low and most of the light was coming from the leaping and crackling of the flames in the fireplace. Shadows and splashes of light from the fire gave everything and everyone a surreal look as my jazzman played softly in the background. But, above all, the smells of four horny women and the sounds of lips sucking made me feel as if I was in a very, very hot bath, surrounded by very real and very live little multicolored rubber duckies. Wow. . . As if on cue, Mera left my tits and began to move down my body, stopping at that sensitive area just beneath my rib cage, pressing her tongue hard. I began to squirm, my free hand gently holding onto the back of her head. Linda took full advantage of my freed up tits and leaned over to suck a nipple into her tiny mouth. All the while, Jesse was kissing and licking Linda's tiny soft tits, her hands running over the softness of her body. One of her hands slid between my hips and Linda's, felling the softness of Linda's youthful softness and my more mature skin. I raised my right leg, planting my foot firmly on the floor, providing a smoother path for Mera's searching lips and tongue. Jesse ran her hand up my thigh, her fingers tracing on the outside, then down to the back. Her mouth continued further down to Linda's neatly trimmed cunt, her fingers pulling slightly on the hairs. The sounds of moaning and slurping tongues was growing as both Linda and I were being brought higher and higher, mini orgasms exploding like tiny fireworks, waiting for that finale of the big bangs that we all know so well. Mera's lips were now touching the hairs of my pussy, already matted from my juices that had been flowing even before we entered Linda's car. I watched as her tongue licked 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 pussy. Suddenly, Mera 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 in to my cunt, alongside her thrusting tongue. I was leaking like a faucet now, Mera not permitting any to drip past her tongue. Mera's hands now slipped beneath me to cup 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 her 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. My free hand was now holding the white haired girl's face into my pussy, holding on for dear life as my orgasm began to climb. Next to me, Linda was matching my orgasmic rythym, her hips thrusting against Jesse's searching lips and tongue. Her high pitched squeals were music to my ears as her body continually brushed against mine, her hand holding on to my tit as tightly as possible. Suddenly, my orgasm climbed over the top as I screamed for release. Linda joined me, my orgasm and screaming bringing her over her own edge. I kept pumping my hips alternately against the face in my pussy and the finger in my ass. More and more, my orgasm endlessly dragged me along until, suddenly, I froze, my hips far off the floor, arched and locked in place as my orgasm crested and my juices poured into Mera's mouth. At the last moment of my orgasm, I grabbed Linda's face and kissed her hard, the final straw that carried her orgasm over the edge. We cried our orgasms into each others' mouths until we collapsed onto the floor, drained. When my breathing returned to normal and my heart was no longer trying to pound its way out of my chest, I turned Mera over onto her back and slowly slid across her body. 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 eyes, licking beneath them. Across her nose to the other side, I licked a trail with my tongue, tasting her sweat, tangy as apple juice. I kissed her cheek bones and lowered my lips to hers. Her mouth opened wide as I approached and I covered her lips with my own. Slowly, delicately, I pushed my tongue between those lips into the depths of her mouth. Mmmmmmmm, she murmured against my tongue as I continued to keep her pinned down with my hands on hers. I broke the kiss for a moment to look at her, her eyes hooded, her alabaster skin flushed, her lips open in a passionate protest at having lost my tongue. I lowered my lips to her chin and down to the sweet, sculptured neck, kissing and licking as I went. I released her hands so that I could feel the smoothness of her shoulders, her long, slim arms, under her arms to her sides. So soft and smooth, yet so firm. God, she was like a softer statue of a Madonna, absolutely breathtaking in her perfection. I lowered my lips to her tits, her long, turgid nipples standing straight up like soldiers at attention. I reached out with my tongue to touch one, swirling it around the entire staff before taking it between my teeth. As I held it tight, my tongue teased it, sending a ripple through Mera's body. "Oh, Randi! Oh, oh yessss." She whimpered as my hand how held her tit, rolling it around as my mouth tried to take the whole thing inside. My other hand was busy with the other tit when I felt Mera's hands gently caressing my ass. She was squeezing my globes now, separating them, then opening them, exposing my sensitive rosebud. Linda had indeed told them how sensitive I was back there. I began to slowly work my way down Mera's body now, kissing and licking as I went. When I reached her tiny, slightly indented belly button, my tongue dashed inside, pressing down, swirling around until I felt Mera begin to arch her back toward me. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my tits, now, and slowly drifted down. When I finally came face to face with her mound, I was absolutely spellbound. Her pussy was not bald but had the white peach fuzz of a young child. She was as close to being a pure albino as I could imagine, her pussy hair pure white and thin. Her pussy lips were exposed to my eyes, the pinkness of her insides winking at me as she spasmed through mini orgasms before my eyes. I could feel my juices flowing like a garden hose now, with this sight before me.. Unable to wait any longer, I lowered my face to her pussy as her legs spread apart on their own. My tongue began to lick the entire hairy surface of her mound as I slid my hands under her tiny, delicate ass to hold her tight against me. I felt her hands now spreading my ass cheeks apart further. No. That can't be because her arms couldn't reach that far. Lifting my head, I watched as Jesse, on the one side and Linda on the other, were spreading my ass apart. Smiling, each began to lick my ass as if each cheek were a delicacy. Oh, God, that was so – decadent! I loved it! I felt a finger tickle my sphincter, then, a wet tongue. "Oh, God, you two, yesssss! I love it!" I cried, pushing my face harder into Mera'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. Mera began to cry out as my tongue reached far into her, my nose rubbing against her hardened clitoris. Her hands came up to hold my face against her. I felt it first, but couldn't believe it. A finger, then two thrust into my pussy from behind. Jesse was working my asshole while Linda, my pussy. Then, I felt it. Linda had secured a dildo from beneath the sofa and was slowly worming it into my soaked pussy. Further and further it traveled until I felt that it would come out of my mouth. Never leaving Mera's pussy, I scooched up onto my elbows and knees, thrusting my ass back toward Linda who relentlessly drove that cock deep into my pussy, now fucking me hard with it. My senses were exploding now, with the soft, delicious pussy in front of me, delicious as honey nectar, and the throb of a dildo in my pussy. I began to rock my face against Mera's cunt, driving my tongue deep into her as I moved my face all over her softness. I spread her ass cheeks apart and pushed a finger into her extra tiny asshole, twisting it around and around, in and out, to match the thrusts of my tongue in her pussy. Mera was rocking so hard beneath me I had to hold on tight to keep from being thrown off. Her strength belied by her delicate body, she began to cry out violently, interspersing her "Fuck Me! Suck Me!" with words I could not understand. As she cried out her final, overwhelming orgasm, her juices flowed into my mouth where I drank every, single, last, delicious drop. With my face astride Mera's pussy, I squeezed my pussy lips around the wide dildo and slowly turned to Jesse, still massaging my ass, her finger still inside of me. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her thick, juicy lips, tasting Linda's juices there once again. I pulled her nearer and began to lick her dark brown tits, taking each black nipple in turn into my mouth. I licked her body, every inch that I could reach, kissing her chocolate flesh and relishing the taste of her, her sweat, her juices. I moved my face lower on her stomach until I was feeling the wet pussy hairs against my face. I moved carefully, not wanting the dildo to come out of my pussy. I proceeded to lick all of the juices from Jesse's pussy hair, feeling the coarse curls against my tongue, pulling at them with my teeth. Lower and lower until I could turn to my left and kiss and lick her inner thighs and back to my favorite tease places: between her thighs and her pussy and, another favorite, between her pussy and her asshole. I reached up and took Jesse's thighs in my hands and pushed them far back until both her asshole and pussy were exposed to my tongue. The darkness of her asshole winked at me as my tongue lightly touched her. She cried out at my touch, grabbing my hair tightly in her hands. I held her cheeks apart and placed my lips around her hole, sucking it into my mouth. Her smells and taste were indescribable. I had to keep holding my pussy lips tight around the dildo in Linda's hands or I would come again too soon. I thrust my tongue into the exposed asshole as far as I could go and began to move it in and out of her. Jesse began to buck hard against my face, uttering indistinguishable phrases, interspersed around, "Fuck me! Damn it, Fuck Meeeee." Suddenly, I pulled my tongue from Jesse's ass and moved up to her pussy, burying my tongue deep into her hole, my fingers stroking her clitty as hard as I could. As her orgasm began to rise, I relaxed the pressure on the dildo. Linda began to pump me for a moment, then abruptly pulled the toy from me. A moment later, her face replaced the dildo, her tongue driving into my pussy, her fingers working my clit. Jesse and I both climbed higher and higher until our orgasms exploded and we collapsed into a pile of arms, legs and exhausted hearts. We lay there, four entwined bodies, Mera's face against Jesse's stomach, Linda's against Mera's. Can you imagine what it was like to fall asleep intertwined with these girls? Look for Randi VII in the near future as soon as I have the energy to write again! Please send comments and suggestions to my hotmail address: Toni526