He got up behind her and as she knelt passively waiting for him to fuck her, he moved his cockhead to the hanging pussy and moved it up and down several times. She moaned, but did nothing to make it more interesting or more enjoyable for him. He reached beneath her to fondle the hanging breasts and then used his fingers to spread the lips of her cunt and the cheeks of her buttocks. When both orifices were exposed, he backed away with his raging prick and leaned down to kiss, first her pussy and then her tiny anus ...
HOT HOMEMAKER A BEELINE CLASSIC
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, damn!" Randi Yates shouted as she watched the pink vibrator hit the tile floor of the bathroom and crack.
"Something wrong, angel?" her husband called from the adjoining bedroom.
She bent down and scooped the vibrator up into her hands. She examined it carefully and muttered another curse.
"No, nothing is wrong, darling," she said, trying to sound much calmer than she felt.
The vibrator was indeed damaged beyond repair and Randi sighed in response to her mounting despair. It wasn't a good time for her trusty vibrator to be out of commission. But, then there wasn't ever a good time for a lady to be without the services of a good, hard phony cock. Still, she wasn't about to risk shards of plastic spinning off inside her pussy. She would just have to slip out tomorrow and get another vibrator.
"I thought I heard something break in there," Roger Yates said from the bedroom. "Sure you didn't cut yourself?"
"I'm sure, Roger," she responded, trying to keep the long sigh out of her voice. "I just dropped a jar of cream and it cracked. No problem."
She quickly stashed the cracked vibrator beneath the bathroom sink behind bottles of cleansers and sponges. Then she attempted to busy herself applying her makeup and getting ready for another dreadful dinner party with the Denson's. As she examined herself in the mirror, she blinked back at the image of her beauty queen attractiveness and shook her head sadly. For the countless time she considered the ugly irony that made a lovely shapely young woman like herself panic at the breakage of a plastic vibrator. The real pity was, she reminded herself, that a woman such as herself even owned one of the damned things.
She stepped back from the huge mirror and inspected the rest of her naked body critically studying herself. Without a doubt she had the kind of body that men creamed over, not to mention a few women as well! Her work as a part time model had started just to give her a way to fill some free time. But now, if she allowed it, she would be getting assignments full time and even beyond. Yet, Roger had already nipped that notion in the bud and, quite honestly, Randi agreed with her husband. What was the point of being the wife of a well-to-do, respected businessman if the wife had to work all the damn time? She couldn't deny the obvious advantages of being Mrs. Roger Yates. It was just that a few of the disadvantages still shocked her after five years of marriage.
She cupped her lovely tits in her hands and eyed them in the mirror. Her jugs were ample, solid and full. She was especially proud of the fact that her nipples looked as though they were perched atop her tit mounds. As if some sculptor had created her form, then dropped two ripe strawberries atop her swelling, global mass as an after thought.
She lowered her gaze to her trim waist and nodded in silent self-approval. Her waist was small enough for Roger to wrap his hands around and have the fingers come together. Her tiny waist had always been the envy of every female she had encountered since her college days.
Then, she came to her hips and her smile grew. Her hips were her best feature, perfectly proportioned and turned out just enough to prove a description of her as being voluptuous to be accurate.
Her legs were long and muscular, kept that way by her fondness for tennis and swimming and other athletic activities. She rubbed her hands up and down the tops of her thighs, feeling the silky smoothness before twisting slightly and glancing at her swelling, firm asscheeks.
"Better hurry up, baby," Roger called out. "Don't want to keep the Denson's waiting forever."
Fuck the Denson's, Randi thought as she grabbed her eyeliner pencil. And fuck these endless business-dinner meetings, too. Her hand shook slightly as she fought to control the boiling rage. Things definitely hadn't worked out the way Randi had imagined five years ago when she first met Roger Yates. Not by a long shot.
In the beginning, she thought marrying Roger was one of the most promising ideas she had ever come up with in her life. After all, he was young, handsome, hung like a prize bull, and he owned a country club. At least, his father owned the club, but that was damned near as good. And, to top it all off, Roger was wild about her.
"My friends can't believe I'm so lucky" he said the night he gave her the engagement ring. "They can't get over it. Here I am, getting a beauty queen that is no bubble head."
She had smiled in her unique bitchy-innocent way as she accepted the huge diamond. It was with the same coy, restrained enthusiasm that she had first accepted his cock. Remembering it all now caused her to flash a smoldering smile into the bathroom mirror as she applied her makeup with automatic precision.
She had insisted that they not have sex before they were engaged. So, the giving of the ring was a tremendous ceremony for Roger. She chuckled recalling the evening. Things had worked out just as she had planned. The years of rejecting and frustrating would-be lovers and breath-taking studs had finally paid off. With calculated discipline, Randi had miraculously remained a virgin. From the age of fourteen, she had determined to never give in to any temptation. By the age of fourteen she knew all too well that the prize between her legs could be a powerful instrument, if used properly, to land her a rich, handsome man.
The night of her deflowering took place in a penthouse apartment also owned by Roger's father. The lavish apartment, she discovered in subsequent years, was kept by the elder Yates for a rotating string of mistresses. But on that eventful night five years ago, the place was all arranged by Roger for her engagement ceremony. He had ordered champagne and roses for the occasion.
After guarding her maidenhead for so long, the arrival of the night when she would finally surrender it left her trembling and nervous. Even the huge rock now adorning her finger didn't completely calm her fears as she had expected. But, Roger had been smooth, sweet and considerate. And, she remembered with a warm feeling, how she had loved him for it.
"Oh, my God!" she had said upon first touching his king size cock. "It's sooooo big. Where the hell are we gonna put it?"
"What do you mean, angel?" Roger had said, stroking the full rich thicket of her raven hair while she stroked and fondled his massive boner.
"I mean my pussy is only this big!"
She had made a little inch indication with her thumb and forefinger, grinning shyly without taking her eyes off his huge dong.
"Don't worry Randi," he said with a wide smile. "It will stretch. You'll see."
And with that, he upended her so that her raven tresses fanned out over the pillows. And her untouched pussy slit split open and ready to receive his big man dick.
He got up onto his knees and spread them apart just enough to bring them flush against her taunt asscheeks. He pressed her ankles down so that her knees folded and held the ankles tight into her luscious body. Then, he liberally applied some lubrication lotion to her virgin hole, rubbing it gently over her gorgeous juicy hot crack.
He skated his hand around, feeling the entrance to her unused cunthole and paused when he rubbed her clit. It was engorged with blood and popped lewdly up between her quivering inner pussy lips. He fondled it gently then rubbed it harder, thrilling her beyond her wildest expectations.
"Ooooohhhh!" she wailed as new sensations exploded over her body.
"You've got a great clit, Randi," he whispered. "I'm gonna love playing with this. Just wait until I suck it?"
"Oooohh, yes! Play with it," she said pleading. "Keep playing with it! Yeeeeesssss!"
"I'll do it like you want me to," he said and plied the thing back and forth until it throbbed like a drumbeat.
"Aaaaahhhh! I don't know what I want you to do," she stammered, frightening heat rushing up from the pit of her snatch, shocking her with a mild panic. "I've never touched myself down there before?"
"You're kidding," Roger said, holding her hard clit firmly between his fingers for a moment. "You really never have, Randi?"
"Nooooo! Oh, God, noooo!" she gasped, fighting the onrushing passion that threatened to consume her. "I was always told never to play with myself down there?"
"I was lucky," Roger admitted, still toying with her throbbing clit with deft squeezes. "Dad took me to hookers now and then and from them I learned about things that drive women wild. This little love button is super-sensitive, like you are finding out."
His words were accompanied by a swabbing and pressing motion that made her feel like screaming in hot, lusty delight. She had never been so turned on.
"Now, wait until you feel this," he said, straightening his posture and aiming his huge prick up until it touched the firm juicy bulb of her clit. "Let me touch it with my dick. That should give you a bit more stimulation?"
"If I had any more stimulation," she said between passionate breaths, "I'd probably pass out!"
Roger chuckled and rubbed the wide smooth head of his massive man-cock over the quivering rubber head of her clit. She shrieked and endured a thundering jarring that attacked her nerves. Hot juices rumbled from deep inside her cunt and gushed out over her hairy pussy lips as her shrieks grew into lusty screams.
"Oooohhhhh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" she cried out and bounced her hips up and down and thrashed around madly all over the bed. The more she tried to control herself, the more intense her spasming, convulsing became. Embarrassment flooded her and she actually worried that she was having some sort of stroke. Then, he soothingly informed her that she was coming and that it was perfectly natural.
The violent storm slowly passed and she fought to regain some semblance of breath. When she did, she realized that Roger had begun again and the thrilling friction was once again gathering sparks of sensation inside tingling nerves she never knew existed.
"Relax and enjoy it, Randi," he said softly. "I want you to come as many times tonight as you can. Get used to the wonderful feeling."
He rubbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger, then diddled it feverishly. When he had heated her back up, he lodged his engorged cockhead against it and sawed the red and swollen knob of his throbbing cock over her oily hot clit. She squealed with joy as she felt it vibrate against his spongy dickhead. And, in the next second, she came again. Her cunt shuddered and more fluid gushed out onto her hairy pussy lips, drenching his prick head.
"Oh, sheeeiiittt!" She screamed and humped her ass violently. She tried to scream out again but Roger choked it off by covering her mouth with his. She felt his stiffened tongue drive between her lips and she instinctively sucked on it, automatically savoring his deep Frenching.
"I'm gonna try to put my dick in now," he said softly against her lips. "Just tell me if it hurts. Just pull my hair or hit my shoulders or something. I'll go slow and easy until you get used to it."
She blinked up into his handsome face and saw a huge grin spread over his features as he gripped the thick base of his huge dong. He aimed the smooth rounded head of his pecker into the impossibly tight and tiny slit of her pussy. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw big blue veins bulge along the full length of his enormous shaft. She involuntarily scooted back, trying to get away from the attacking pole just as he stuck the giant mushroom cap of his cock inside the tiny gripping hole of her cunt. He spread her tender lips with one hand, stimulating her quivering clit again.
"Oh, God!" she yelled and sat up abruptly, gulping hard.
"You okay, Randi?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, God!" she repeated and flopped back down.
Roger froze. "Want me to stop?"
She shook her head wildly from side to side. "No! 0h, God, no!" she wailed. "Don't stop! Fuck me, Roger! Fuck me now!"
Roger groaned as he leaned forward, pushing his bulbous cockhead deeper into the hot, velvet vise of her cunt lips. He stuck his pecker in a bit more, waited as she felt a tremble vibrate through his body, matching her own twitching and convulsing, then plowed even deeper into her virgin cavern.
Randi shuddered and squealed as her cunt seemed to suck his cock inside as much as his force was penetrating her womanly hole. "Oh, give it to me, Roger!" she yelled. "It's burning and stinging like hell, but keep going! God, I want it so much!"
Roger smiled and thrust his ass back. "If that's what you want, baby," he said with a sneer. "Here goes!"
The tiny hot chamber of her cunt passage pressed around his dick, blocking his entry with a delightful pressure. She yelped throaty sighs as he continued to press forward, ramming his sturdy prick into the unyielding pussy membranes.
"Oh, oh, oooohhhh! I'm coming again!" she bellowed.
His pecker was less than halfway inside her cavern as her maiden nectar flowed and spasms rocked her groin. She felt her twat undulate and grip his cock hard, clutching onto the searing rod like a fleshy leech. She screamed joyously in a weird mixture of pain and pleasure as her pussy twisted itself around his engorged wang, massaging it to a slick, rock-hard finish.
When he pumped his dick further inside her, she belched another guttural cry of passion and slowly opened her eyes to gaze into the grinning face of the man who was taking her cherry.
"Hang on, baby," he warned with a grunt as he lunged his dick hard into her bursting canal.
With that, the coarse strip of flesh that had been guarding her womanly channel all these years finally gave way as his drilling cockhead pierced its jealous protective barrier. She gasped at the initial pain of her cunt-cover popping, then moaned a deep-throated growl of wounded passion as his pecker screwed nonstop through the shredded tissue, drilling deeper and deeper into the scorching delicate area where no other cock had been.
She continued to groan and whimper, as much from relief that the ordeal was finally over and her virginity was finally lost, as from the burning pain. Strangely, the pain was quickly evaporating into a building pleasure and, out of curiosity, she peered down between her spread thighs and marveled at the sight of Roger's thick, meaty dick driving into her pussy.
His prick looked delicious and red and hard and hairy at the huge base. She couldn't see his balls, but when she asked if she could feel them, he took her hand and guided her there. Another shuddering shiver raced up and down her spine, beginning as a searing flame in the heart of her quivering twat passage when she kneaded his nuts eagerly. Such sponge meaty balls, she whispered to herself with a tremor of awe. So full and taut and heavy and seamy.
As she played with his heavy-hanging balls, she ground her ass around in tight, tentative little circles. That made lusty darts of pleasure shoot all over her body, thrilling her with renewed excitement. As she sizzled, she popped again, coming fiercely and violently.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she screamed. "I'm coming again! Aaahhhh, damn, it's wonderful!"
Through it all, Roger continued to lance her tight female hole again and again with his hard, punishing fuck-pole. He jerked his hips and ass around in erotic fuck-strokes, plowing his blood streaked, slick pecker through her sloshy-wet pussy passage. He stirred up the meaty sluice of her cunt until the honey ran like a river. Lewd noises came from her passion pit as her body juices gripped his imbedded man-meat in a mud-slippery hold, pressuring his dong with pulsating spasms of her invaded cunt-walls.
"I'm about to fill your cunt with cream," he said with a grunt. He reached down and rubbed her clit with his fingertips while continuing to plunge his dick in and out of her soupy crevice. "Yes, yes, angel," he groaned. "You're making my balls dance! Wow! I'm about to blast my jizz!"
"Yeah! Do it, Roger!" she pleaded. "Give your man-cream! I can't wait to see what it's like. Stuff my cunt with your hot, white load!"
He yelled and closed his eyes as his dick slit opened and his spunk poured out.
"Oh, yeeceaaaahhhh!" Randi yelled. "I can feel it rushing into my cunt! Oh, God! I can feel your hot jizz flooding my tiny pussy-hole!"
As his wad blasted into her cavern, coating her clinging, ruptured pussy tissues, it tripped another massive orgasm of her own. She squealed with delight as rapture engulfed her, shuddering her burning twat and jarring the senses throughout her body. Roger's stomach contracted one last time and his thick man-cream splattered his fianc�e's hot, kneading cunt. Through it all, Randi screamed with pleasure, savoring the spurting of his shooting come and loving the tremendous ecstasy of her own climax.
Finally, when he managed to free his still rock hard prick from the tight confines of Randi's gripping snatch, she was amazed. She had given up her closely guarded virginity and it had felt delicious. And, this was only the beginning!
Their lusty sex continued during the rest of their courtship and through the first year of their marriage. They experimented with every possible position and even tried a few weird variations. Neither one could get enough of the other's body. Randi would spend her days while Roger was away working dreaming up new techniques and different things to try. At night when Roger returned, she would be happily surprised that Roger had spent most of his day thinking of similar things. It was a glorious, lusty time.
"Darling, if we're going to be late, maybe I should call the Denson's," Roger called out, bringing Randi back to the present, less happy time.
"I'm coming," she replied, sighing once again at the loss of the plastic vibrator. It was something that Roger had strictly forbidden. He wouldn't have anything replacing his dick. He wouldn't even allow Randi to stick her fingers up her cunt unless he was around to guide them. Considering their wild sexual practices early in their marriage, Roger had matured into a real boring, narrow-minded jerk.
Her mind drifted toward the Denson's and Randi sighed again as she put the finishing touches on her cosmetic chores. Roger was demanding that they spend more and more time with the Denson's and that was slowly driving Randi nuts. Grace Denson was definitely a dry cunt, and Horace was the type of bore that made Roger look like the life of the party.
She steeled herself for the coming evening by reminding herself that meeting with the Denson's was mainly a business proposition. The country club badly needed a financial shot in the arm. The tennis courts would soon be desperate for a complete overhaul. The golf course was still playable, but the greens were beginning to resemble the Mekong Delta. Membership had been slipping for the last three years. The Denson's had bragged that they were on the make for a good investment and Roger was playing up to them.
She slipped on her red silk dress, gave her hair a final check and opened the bathroom door grandly. "How do I look?" she asked.
"Great, great," he snapped without looking up as he crossed to the bedroom door. "Let's get moving."
"Roger," she said, hoping to keep the pleading tone out of her voice. "Let's cancel out tonight."
He stopped and sighed, facing her for the first time. "What's the matter now, Randi?" he asked.
Randi set her two hands against her curvaceous hips and shot her husband a sultry look. "What's the matter with me might be cured if I could get a thick slab of that fuck-meat you so proudly display between your legs."
Roger faced her with an odd expression creasing his otherwise handsome features. He took a deep breath.
"Now, Randi," he said, fighting to be patient. "You know we've got this dinner engagement. And if it wasn't important ..."
"My pussy is important, too!" she shouted, with more fire than she would have thought she had in her on this occasion.
"Now, baby," he said with a whine that she had grown to hate. It was whine designed to let him get his way and to make her feel guilty. She had heard it all too often in the last few years. He was using the whine even more frequently lately, almost as a substitute for fucking her. And that, in turn, is what caused her to buy the vibrator.
"Roger" she said with a toss of her jet black hair. "Let's just stay home tonight. What's wrong with that? We can reschedule the Denson dinner for later in the week."
"Baby," he said, his dour expression threatening to become a permanent fixture. "If it wasn't important ..."
"Yeah," she snapped, cutting off his words again.
"You know the Denson's have been trying to get us to go out so they could talk about this new venture they're all worked up about."
"Yeah."
"Look, I know that Grace and Horace aren't the most exciting people in the world," be said lamely. "You can say that again," she snapped.
"But we're damned near ready to go belly-up. You know that. I've got to do anything I can to save the club. Dad would have understood."
Randi's green eyes flashed with glinting anger. "Well, maybe you should have married your dear old dad." She spat the words and immediately regretted it. Insulting Roger's dead father wasn't going to solve anything.
"Fine, Randi," he said sharply. "Be a bitch. I'll go without you."
Her mind latched on the idea. That wasn't a bad thought. Alone, at least she could finger-fuck herself by the fireplace. Shit, she reminded herself, the vibrator is cracked beyond use. Her marriage, she feared, was approaching the same situation.
"I'm sorry,' she said in a soft tone. "I didn't mean it."
"I know you're under a lot of pressure right now, Randi," he said patronizingly. "I am, too."
"I know you are," she agreed, slipping on her coat.
"Listen, baby, if we can work a deal with the Denson's ..."
His voice trailed off on a high note, suggesting that if maybe they could work something out with this other couple, things might magically go better between the two of them. As if business improvement would automatically mean an improvement in their relationship. Right now, Randi was ready to grab at any possibility.
"Sure, darling," she said, pulling her coat tight over her high, proud tits. "Things will work out fine," she added, not so sure.
CHAPTER TWO
Grace Denson crossed her long, shapely legs and eyed Randi through the partial curtain of her ginger blonde bangs. She paused to light the end of her cigarette and held it, holder and all, out very far when she exhaled.
Randi watched, thinking the cigarette held an odd touch, but quickly realizing that Grace Denson was a bit odd. Somehow, the holder suited her.
"Isn't it dreadful!" Grace said in her normal, husky voice. "All of this bad, cold weather so late in the spring."
"I can't get too worked up about," Randi retorted, fighting the urge to yawn. "I try not to worry about things I can't control. And, dear, I don't know anyone who can control the weather." She swallowed and glanced across the table in time to catch a disapproving look from Roger. She masked a smirk as she remembered how Roger didn't approve of her chiding Grace Denson.
"We're due for a favorable break in the weather," Roger said to Grace, momentarily interrupting his conversation with Horace.
"Absolutely," Horace confirmed. "It's been a long winter for all those weekend golfers. I know they are itching to get on the links and tee up."
The talk droned on and Randi idly found her eye straying toward the waiter's cute, manly ass. He had a tight set of buns on him which swelled provocatively inside his tight-fitting slacks. Probably lifted weights, Randi decided as her gaze slowly traveled up to his broad shoulders. He was young, probably under twenty-five, and not bad looking. In fact, as she studied him closer, Randi decided that he was indeed quite handsome. A strange stirring in the depths of her cunt made her realize that the waiter reminded her of a young Roger. God, it was hard to believe she and Roger had been married over five years.
"More wine," she heard a deep voice say and turned around just in time to catch the waiter's blue-eyed glance.
In the flicker of an eyelash, Randi knew that if she gave him the least little indication she was interested, he definitely would have more than wine on his mind. He was obviously making himself available for flirtation.
"Sure," she said breezily as the handsome stud filled her glass.
Roger was deeply engaged in a discussion of business philosophy with Horace. Grace was engaged with her cigarette holder, adding to the men's conversation with a periodic nod.
Randi lifted the wine glass to her lush lips when the young man's voice came at her again.
"Is it acceptable to you, Madam?" he asked as she tasted the ruby liquid.
She put on an act of knowing fine wines, even though all the stuff tasted like sour grape juice to her. "Hmmmmm," she said, drawing out the tone in a teasing way.
"Care for another? We have an excellent shipment just in from France."
"Yes," she said absently, her focus totally on the muscular young man's shoulders. "That sounds delicious," she added with a subtle lick of her lips.
"Actually," he said, leaning over to give her the particulars. She got a good whiff of him and liked what she smelled. He had a woodsy, masculine aroma to him that caused Randi's pulse and clit to thumb joyously. "The shipment is a mixed one. If Madam would accompany me to the wine cellar and inspect a sampling of labels for herself ..."
Randi felt her pussy lips spasm, but she gave no indication of this, knowing that it wouldn't be smart to act in any way other than super cool.
"I don't know," she said uncertainly, "I'm with friends and ... well, just one second." She flashed him a warm smile, then glanced across the table at her husband. "Roger, darling," she said, interrupting his conversation with Horace. "If you don't mind, I'm going down to the wine cellar and have a look at something more suitable than this stuff."
Grace glanced quickly up at the waiter, then back at Randi before fumbling with her cigarette holder and gazing at her own husband.
"Yeah, sure, angel," Roger said quickly, dismissing her like a bothersome child, anxious to return to his business discussion. "Pick us out something nice."
"I never realized they let customers go to the wine cellar," Grace said as Randi pushed away from the table and followed the cute, bouncing asscheeks of the waiter toward the kitchen.
"Right this way, Madam," the waiter said and elbowed a swinging door wide open.
Randi made her way through and stood staring down into a darkened hole. "Is this a wine cellar or a dungeon?" she asked with a wicked smile.
The waiter tossed his gorgeous blonde head back and laughed uproariously. "Don't worry. We have lights down there," he said.
He flicked a switch and the place did illuminate in a yellowish dim haze.
"After you," Randi said, stepping backward.
"Better hold on to my shoulder," he warned. "These stairs are steep and quite dark. Hold on tight."
Randi couldn't resist digging her painted fingernails into the stud's meaty shoulder. He was strong, as advertised and another less-subtle shudder trembled inside her moistening cunt.
"You work out?" she asked as they stepped down the stairs.
"Some," he replied. "It helps my tennis game. Of course, with the bad weather, I've gotten more than my share of the weight room and not enough time on the courts."
"I know what you mean," she said. "By this time of year, I've usually got my backhand in shape and my muscles beyond the sore stage."
He turned around and shot her a healthy smile. He had a marvelous row of white teeth that instantly impressed her.
"You play tennis?" he asked with obvious interest.
She nodded. "My husband owns a country club. Lionhead."
"Lucky you," he said with a sly wink.
"Yeah," she said simply glancing around at the wine cellar.
It was about what she had expected. It was walled with lattice-work shelves, loaded down with dusty bottle sticking out of them.
"Here," he said, handing her a bottle. "My name is Sam. I figure I should at least tell you my name when I give you the best damn wine here. That's expensive stuff."
Randi fingered the label, then eyed Sam with a steady gaze. "I hope you won't be mad at me."
Sam's expression clouded. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I don't know one wine from another and could care even less," she admitted.
"Then why did you come down here?" he said without cracking a smile.
She sighed. "Please don't turn out to be a dumb jock," she said as if venting a silent prayer.
"Well, listen, lady, I can pick out a good wine for you if you trust me." His voice was carrying a slight stammer.
"I wouldn't be down here alone with you if I didn't trust you," Randi said, holding her gaze steadily on him.
"Right," he snapped. "Sure, that's right."
"What are you so nervous about?" she asked.
"Shit, lady," he said with a shrug. He scratched his curly blond hair. "I don't know. It's just that you're a very gorgeous lady."
"Thanks for the compliment," she said softly.
She watched him squirm as his eyes dropped quickly down to the huge swelling of her boobs against her silk dress. "Would you like to see more?"
"Huh?" he asked, stunned, his eyes blinking wildly.
"Help me with the zipper, will you?" she said and turned around, nuzzling her back against his chest. It felt hard, if a little shaky.
"I don't know about this, lady," he stammered.
"You sure about this?"
His nimble fingers made light work of the zipper and it took no time for Randi to peel her global tits out of the silk dress and the lavender lace bra that was straining to cup her overflowing melons. She didn't hesitate as she stuck her-huge boobs up into the waiter's face and cupped them with her hands.
"How do you like the view so far?" she asked with a tiny giggle.
"Oh, damn, lady," he mumbled, his mouth muffled by the vast amounts of silky, shapely tit flesh. "Big, beautiful jugs!"
He wasted no time wrapping his eager boyish tongue around the hard, rubbery left nipple. She heard him slurp the pointy bud into his mouth and she swooned as tingling ecstasy shot over her trembling body. He sucked the nipple tip into his mouth and popped it out again. Then, he repeated the procedure on her right nipple. She felt her clit sizzle and groaned a deep, throaty moan of pleasure.
She spread her legs out a bit and tottered on her high heels. If Sam stopped now, she swore she would grab one of those precious wine bottles and brain him with it. She knew she was heating up too fast, but she couldn't help it. Sam was turning her on and it had been far too long since she had last felt this much pure lust steaming throughout her lovely body She had almost forgotten what a wet, wiggling tongue felt like wrapped around her throbbing turgid nipple.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she cooed, feeling her temperature rise as horny sensations rippled through her senses.
Sam pressed his lean body against hers and she knew his cock was hard before he even rubbed her with it. His crotch burned against hers and she groaned again. With one expert hand, she reached down and unzipped his fly She wasted no time reaching inside for his cock, not wondering how thick or long or nicely sculpted the rod might be. As long as it was hard, she wouldn't complain. Randi actually growled like an un-caged animal when she did pull out of his pants a thick, long, splendidly sculpted dick that overloaded her feminine hand. She stroked the Stud's pulsating dick-flesh, marveling at the hot touch of the smooth, rigid surface. Immediately, she felt a drop of sticky jizz ooze out of his dick slit and she carefully smeared it wildly over his engorged cockhead. She ringed his massive fuck-knob with clutching fingers and tugged, as if threatening to yank the huge dick out by the thick root.
"Jesus, lady!" Sam gasped, his eyes rolling well back in his head.
She reached down and fondled his meaty balls, massaging them in expert counterpoint to the urgent pumping and pulling she was administering to his pecker.
"Goddamn!" Sam thundered, jerking his head out from where he had buried it between her huge white tit mounds. "I can't take much more of this, lady."
"We'll see," she whispered calmly. "Let's just experiment. You might surprise yourself with how much endurance you can muster."
She made a corkscrewing action around his flared rim of cock-flesh that separated his dick-shaft from his prick head, remembering that such an action always excited Roger. But Sam jerked back, recoiling from the aggressive action.
"Tell me how you want it," she said, pressing her lips into his ear. "Tell me how you like it, baby. I'll do whatever you say."
"Oh, lady, oooohhhh, fuck!" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Here," she said, his huge dick throbbing against her gripping hand. She stroked the ridge around his cockhead faster and with a lighter touch. "You like that, don't you?"
Without waiting for his reply, she dropped to her knees and framed Sam's hard dong with her hands. She aimed the vibrating, engorged fuck-knob into the center of her opened mouth, pointing the stud's cock slit right at herself. Then, she traced a delirious hot tongue-tip all over his swollen dickhead, slicking the shiny surface down with her hot saliva.
"Yyyyeeeaaaahhhh!" he gasped, proving that he enjoyed the particular action much more. "Great, lady! Aaaahhhh, great!"
Without warning, she sucked the big, reddened dome of his cock into her wet mouth, clamping her lips down on the area where her fingers had earlier locked a sensuous grip. Her lips, her tongue, even her teeth were getting into the act, probing, massaging and licking. She felt him tremble as she sucked on his rigid fuck-pole, torturing his cock with lusty pleasures from the impossibly tight and wet, hot chamber of her throat.
"Damn, lady, this is like a fucking dream," he said with a husky rasp. "God, you're driving me wild!"
Inspired by his compliment, she corkscrewed her head around on his big, juicy dick, making a series of devilish tongue slaps against his quivering cock-flesh. She munched her mouth around and around, churning his sensitive rocket inside her hot, wet mouth, gently rubbing her teeth over his swollen cockhead. Then, just as his guttural cries of passion roared into joyous screams, she sucked his hard, heavy dick back into her mouth until it hit her tonsils. She settled comfortably into some real deep throat action, savoring the taste of his hot, pumping pecker as well as thrilling from the power of having his mighty man-meat trapped inside her hungry lips.
"Ah, lady, nobody has ever sucked my cock like this," he breathed. "It feels like you are going to swallow my prick whole!"
She worked up on it, nibbling eagerly all the way, then deep-throating his big dick, feeling it vibrate far down inside her. She concentrated on pumping her mouth up and down on it, lubing it with her hot saliva, polishing it to a deep, searing red.
As she sucked the full, meaty slice of his cock-meat, she felt it leap violently inside her mouth, ready to spring. She flicked her tongue-tip at it, snapping back at it as if in response to its jerking and twitching. Then, she nipped it with her teeth, just enough to sting the tender cock-flesh, teasing his dick into pulsating quivers as she finally allowed it to slither out of her.
His cock stood up glistening with saliva, hard as a brick, a deep angry red coloring from her frantic sucking and tongue-stroking.
"That, my boy, is some tasty dick you've got on you," Randi said, swallowing the rest of her spit with a wink in his direction.
"That's some sucking mouth you've just had over my pecker," he said with a sheepish grin.
"Ready for more?" she asked with a leer.
"I ... I'm ..." the stud was breathing hard and glancing around nervously.
"Yes or no?" Randi asked, maintaining her leer. "Don't have a lot of time. Mommy has to be home by midnight."
"Yes. Damn right. Yes," he said firmly. "Now get over here."
He grabbed her around her slender waist and turned her over one of the low-standing shelves. The two of them worked her dress up over her hips and ass together.
Randi held the bunched folds of her dress up while the stud busied his fingers with yanking her panties down. She stepped out of them, giving them a toss with her toe. Then she thrust her lovely asscheeks up toward him, giving him a fully exposed view of her shapely butt. She glanced over her shoulder at him and saw him almost drool as he stared at her scrumptious set of buns. She wiggled her ass provocatively and watched with delight as his eyes widened, mesmerized by her amazingly taut and rounded asscheeks.
"A guy could come just looking at an ass like this," he whispered in awe as he reached out and gently fondled the velvety flesh of her bung.
Randi casually leaned on an elbow and shot him a hot, over the shoulder stare. "Why don't you spread those cheeks and really get your eyes full?"
The muscular waiter obliged. With trembling fingers, he pulled Randi's beautiful asscheeks apart and saw him stare at the perfectly pink and puckering asshole. She took the opportunity to spread her thighs wider and hump her ass up even higher, giving him a good view of the rounded knoll of her pussy covered by a lush growth of silky, lustrous cunt hair.
He didn't need coaxing to gently pry apart her cunt lips and gaze hungrily into the shiny fold of cunt meat. A low whistle gushed from his lips as he examined the treasure.
"God, so pink and juicy," he whispered in amazement. "I can see it moving and flexing by itself. Boy, what a sight!"
She wiggled her ass again as if beckoning him. That's all it took and she grinned lewdly as the stud suddenly dropped to his knees. Immediately, she felt his hot breath on her ass and cunt.
He stuck his tongue up and plastered her pussy-hole with it. She visualized the stud getting a healthy taste of her bittersweet nectar as his stiffened tongue speared her hot gash. He scoured the rim of her ample bush from his rear position and thrust his tongue into her womanly cavern.
"Ooooohhhh, yeeessss!" she yelped passionately. "My cunt. Oh, yeah. Grab my cunt with your teeth!"
He reached up and fingered the thick, rubbery button in between the pink sheath of her pussy lips, making her gasp and moan with delight. He performed the horny task with removing his surprisingly active mouth and tongue from her juicy twat opening and Randi bellowed a low, guttural growl of pleasure as the stud attentatively worked her cunt. He worked with his hands in tandem, plying her clit around in hot, furious circles and sucking layer after layer of the tasty pussy slit.
"Beautiful!" she boomed, ramming her ass and cunt back into his face. "Keep it up, baby!" she cooed. "You're doing a wonderful job!"
He made a lance with his tongue and tabbed her snatch with it. He swirled his tongue around inside her female hole, examining its tight confines, testing her readiness and slurping her nectar. Her cunt was shiny and glistening with womanly fluid.
"I can't wait any longer!" he snapped, pulling his mouth and face away from her steamy gash. "I've gotta fuck that beautiful pussy right now!"
"Whose stopping you?" she said with a sighing moan, steadying her pelvis and keeping her ass uplifted, eager for the attack of his huge dong. She buried her mouth in the crook of her elbow, muffling her groans as she anticipated the long over due fucking.
He ringed the base of his thick cock with his hand and thrust the bullet-shaped knob just inside the narrow notch of her hot, slime-coated cunthole. From his rear position, he was able to neatly plunge his pecker into her pussy with one, unstoppable stroke. He bent his knees slightly, then maneuvered his prick all the way into her hungry womanly canal, moaning with heated passion as her cuntal tissues sucked up his impaled dick.
He braced his hands against the wine bottle shelf and started to pump his rod in and out of her spread gash. He sawed the full, engorged length of fuck-meat inside her as her pussy muscles involuntarily clung to his pole, massaging its sensitive flesh in a tight grip.
She shuddered and bellowed a loud yelp as his dick-tip nudged the mouth of her womb and. she felt his strong fingers dig into the firm mounds of her asscheeks. She shrieked again as she bucked backward, slamming her dripping cunt hard into his imbedded dick. He responded by tightening his strokes, twirling his ass in small, erotic circles as he furiously pumped his male-meat into her snatch.
Randi gasped and grunted, savoring the vicious fucking she was finally getting, enjoying the feverish rhythm as it mounted to a dizzying rate. She felt her pussy muscles shiver and squeezed around his pumping dick, tripping her into a convulsing series of violent orgasms. She rubbed her nipples with the palms of her hands, building up the friction and heat all over them. She hunched her ass up, forcing her juicing twat to capture every inch of his lovely, hammering dick. She cooperated fully with his cock, humping him even as he fucked her. Her pussy molded itself to his big prick intensifying the throbbing that pulsated his pecker and, consequently, reverberated throughout her cunt channel.
Within seconds, the stud was pumping and fucking faster and deeper and harder. There was no stopping either of them as their frantic fuck motions played toward an onrushing climax. She seemed to sense his approaching come and readied herself for the blast of his hot wad. Her cunthole tightened around his thrusting dick as her cuntal membranes milked his quivering shaft. Her pussy gobbled up every inch of his cock and held it fast and firm as he hollered a guttural scream of joyous release.
He shot his man load of thick, strong come and Randi yelled happily as it splattered all over the insides of her womanly cave. She felt his stomach contract several more times against her asscheeks and his spitting cock lurch inside her quaking cunt-walls. All the while, his rod was whitewashing her female interior with his spraying jism. The sensual blast triggered another round of ecstatic shudders to vibrate the innermost regions of her pussy and fan out to every nerve center in her body.
Randi screamed out, but muffled it halfway through with her arm. She watched her big tits bounce around almost independently of the rest of her gyrating, sensation-bloated body Her cunt celebrated the glorious intrusion of a hard, hot male prick by jerking her senses into seemingly endless orgasms, expelling huge amounts of womanly nectar down her pussy channel and on out over her quivering, hairy cunt lips. Wave after wave of hot, searing explosions wracked her body as she pumped her pussy up and down on the stud's still rock hard dick. She continued to pump her cunt up and down on his dong as if his was the last remaining pecker in the world.
"Damn, lady, I never saw anybody so hot and horny as you," Sam said, fighting to catch his breath and steady himself against her hungry, cunt pumping motions.
"Maybe you never will again," Randi said, slipping easily off the tip of his spent-dick.
"Well, if I'm lucky, you'll be coming back here soon," he said.
"Oh, you never know," she said, feeling aloof and bitchy all of a sudden. She smoothed her dress down over her shapely legs and touched her carefully combed hair.
"You, uh ... wouldn't mind if I gave you my phone number, would you?" Sam asked. "Maybe I could even meet you for a tennis game at your husband's club sometime."
She smiled sweetly into his handsome face and lightly touched his tanned cheek. "I know where you are, darling," she said soothingly. "I'll call you when I need you. But don't worry. That's likely to be sooner than you think."
She strolled out of the wine cellar and made her way back to the table where her husband and the boring Denson's were waiting. As she sat and smiled across at Grace, she realized with a sudden chill that she had left her panties back in the wine cellar. She squeezed her knees together firmly and tried to hide her sudden discomfort by flashing another wide smile at the slightly sneering Grace Denson.
CHAPTER THREE
Amid a whirl of activity and fast-talking from the men, Randi was bundled into the back seat of the Denson's Mercedes and being driven toward her husband's club before she started paying closer attention to the excited chatter. Her mind had been wandering dangerously since she had returned from her lusty adventure in the wine cellar and now, as she carefully kept her knees pressed together and her dress hem tugged modestly around them, discovered what all the excitement was about.
"You know, Horace, the more I think about it, the better it sounds," Roger was saying, leaning forward in the back seat.
"What do you think, Randi?" Grace said glancing over her shoulder and eyeing Randi with a smirky expression. "You've been so quiet, I get the idea you aren't keen on the plan."
"Roger seems enthusiastic enough for both of us," she replied with a sly smile, watching as Grace rolled her ever-present cigarette holder between two fingers.
"Maybe we've given Randi the wrong impression," Horace said as he effortlessly steered the Mercedes through the icy weather. "I can assure you, Randi, when we talk about Lionhead opening its doors to sex-swinging couples, we aren't talking about anything sleazy sex clubs for affluent married couples are a very big item and they are run with classy professionalism."
"You'll get a better idea of what's involved, honey, when we get to the club," Roger said, absently patting her knee with his palm. "I think Horace has really hit on something that could save our butts."
"Sounds to me like we are about to get in the butt business," Randi said with a sarcastic sigh. "Butts and a lot more."
At the club, they strolled through the dining area, the main lobby and the male and female locker rooms. From there, Roger proudly acted like a tour guide as he led everyone into the golf shop, the tennis shop, the male and female dressing rooms adjoining the swimming pool and back into the main clubhouse. Next, Roger played bartender by mixing everyone's order behind the well-stocked bar in the main dining area and served the drinks while the foursome settled around a middle table.
"I see lots of possibilities already, Roger," Horace said, his owlish eyes dancing with excitement. "It would be a snap to convert those rooms you have for card playing into massaging rooms. A few more whirlpools and some properly placed partitions in the locker rooms and you'll have a swinger's paradise. I think it's perfect!"
"Excuse me, Horace," Randi said. "But what is going to happen to our regular guests who come here for the golf and tennis and swimming? Are they expected to ignore a bunch of nude people running through the clubhouse, goosing each other?"
"How much business do you have now from those people wanting to swim and golf?" Horace asked, blinking his eyes from Roger to Randi. "What's wrong with having the swinging couples use these fabulous facilities during the off-season months?"
"Makes sense, Randi," Roger said softly, eyeing her cautiously over the rim of his drinking glass. "The amount of business we draw during the winter months isn't enough to pay the kitchen staff. When you figure maintenance on the tennis courts, the pool and the golf course it is ..."
"Fine, fine," Randi said, cutting off her husband's words. "But why are people going to come here and spend good money just to screw when a ten dollar motel room will serve the purpose?"
"Because, baby," Roger explained with the necessary patience of a parent simplifying things for a five year old. "We can give them romance in romantic surroundings."
"What they aren't telling you, honey is that this club will also be a proper place for cheating couples to bring their lovers," Grace said, nibbling on her cigarette holder.
"Christ, Grace, these people will be swingers," Horace retorted. "They will be mostly married couples anxious to meet other couples."
"Wonderful," Randi said in a dry tone. "Of course it's too late in the year for this little experiment to happen. Talk to us in November."
Roger's eyes burned into her face, making it impossible for her to ignore the evil glare he was sending her way. She chuckled as an afterthought, hoping to calm the tension her flip remark caused. She noticed that only Grace was appraising her with a bemused gleam in her eyes.
"Dear, you were in the wine cellar when the boys thrashed that little problem out," Grace said, stuffing her holder with a fresh cigarette. "They plan to be in business two weeks from now."
"On a limited basis this year, naturally," Horace interjected quickly as he nervously glanced toward Roger. "In our advertising we state that the sporting facility will open as usual on May first. That gives us almost three months to get the swinging operation off the ground. With spot advertising, we can limit the number of customers during this short period and allow us to work out any bugs in the change-over."
"Sounds so simple," Randi said, trying hard not to be bitchy. The last thing she wanted was to piss Roger off on tonight of all nights. Her adventure with the stud waiter, pleasant as it had been, was starting to unsettle her. It had, after all, been her first unfaithful encounter of her married life.
"We have a deal, Horace," Roger said, a rough edge cutting into his voice as he defiantly extended his hand across the table to shake Horace's. "My attorney will draw up the papers in the morning. We'll meet in his office at ten. That okay?"
Horace nodded. "Sounds good," he snapped. "If you ladies are ready, we'll head for home."
Alone in their bedroom at home, Randi watched her husband as he dropped his shoes to the floor. He kept his back to her even as he replied to her series of questions.
"Stop calling yourself the madam of a whorehouse," he said, anger still lacing his tongue. "It isn't like that at all and you know it."
"I still think letting the Denson's buy in for only $15,000.00 is a joke," she said. "If this crazy scheme falls flat this spring, there's no contract strong enough to force them to run back next winter and put up another twenty grand. Be smart, Roger"
"If you're right, I'll admit it," he said, standing and walking toward the bathroom. "Maybe I'm too optimistic and my father would probably agree with you. But, dammit, I'm doing what I think I have to do. The club is down the drain without some fast capital. Thanks to Horace and Grace, I'll have some cash. And, if this thing works, well cash flow will no longer be an annual problem."
Randi moved over to her husband, catching him just before be slipped into the bathroom. His naked body still excited her, especially now. Not only had it been a long time since she had last snuggled against his warm strength, but she felt she owed him some gentle stroking after tonight's foolish, dangerous encounter in the wine cellar. She let her hand roam over his thick, hairy upper leg and then into his crotch.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he snapped.
She let her fingers do the talking as she massaged a chunk of his inner thigh and scooted her curvaceous body, now clothed in a revealing black lace negligee, over closer to him and hugged his back.
"Randi," he said with marked discomfort. "Do you realize what time it is?"
She stopped suddenly and stepped back. "Yeah," she snapped. "It's time you gave me a little goddamn affection!"
"Come on, Randi," he whined. "You know I love you."
"You don't show it often enough," she challenged. "Hell, you've gotten to where you don't show it at all!"
He moved on into the bathroom without answering, shutting and locking the door behind him.
"Just bow in the hell am I supposed to talk to you through the fucking door?" she shouted, her frustration getting to her.
"I didn't think you wanted to talk," he shouted back. "I thought you were after some sex."
She chuckled a throaty, sarcastic giggle. "And what is wrong with that?" she snorted.
"Nothing, angel," he replied. "Hell, you know I've got a lot of things on my mind right now. There's a lot of things that demand my attention and I've got to take care of them. I don't feel like pawing and grabbing tits like some damn kid!"
"Well, let me go on record as saying that I demand some attention too." She lowered her voice to a cooing pout and added, "Roger, I need a little love and affection now and then. I'm human, remember?"
"Lay off, Randi," he responded. "The club has been driving me nuts and now I may have a way out. Please understand what I'm going through."
"Sorry," she said, stomping away from the closed door and climbing into the king-sized bed. She threw herself back against the high mound of pillows and sighed.
Fuck him, she thought as her raven hair spilled down the pillow and onto the white sheets. Just fuck him. She allowed her mind to conjure the horny image of her encounter with the stud waiter and, now, she savored the memory. As he relived the steamy action, she felt her cunt lips quivering and juicing, making her realize what she craved more than anything was a good, hard fuck.
She sat up suddenly on the bed and gathered up the lacy hem of her black see-through negligee. She pulled it off her head and sat on the bed totally naked. She leaned over to open her nightstand drawer, then remembered that her precious vibrator was no longer there. Great, she thought with a silent curse. She would just have to use her hands and, if Roger caught her in the act, tough shit!
She spidered her fingers out and caressed her big, upturned ripe tits, toying with the jutting, pert nipples. They throbbed under her touch, thrilling her as sensations flowed through her body. She hurriedly lowered her hands to her crotch and quickly fingered her clit with one hand while using her other hand to spread apart her moist cunt lips. She wasted no time working her fingers into her hot, wet pussy slit, spearing through the tender pink membranes of her snatch pulp. She humped her ass up and down on the bed until it squeaked loudly. She visualized the stud waiter as she frantically finger-fucked her pussy and swooned as waves of her first climax rushed over her senses.
Randi humped her ass harder and harder as she folded her hands together and stuck her forefingers in and out of her sloshy gash as if a hard dick was doing the lusty work. She dug into her cunt again and again, scooping out the rich vein of pussy nectar and making herself ache with pleasure.
"Oooooohhhh," she squealed, tossing her head around wildly.
The build-up was terrific as raunchy arousal heated every inch of her shuddering body. The cunt hairs on her pussy plastered wetly atop her gash lips as her cunt channel convulsed around her plunging fingers. She pressed her teeth together, lifted one big, shapely tit up and managed to pop the hard nipple between her teeth. She sucked it loudly while working her fingers around in circles, stabbing through the mushy pink meat of her wet cunt.
She tried to stifle a scream of joy as a tremendous orgasm suddenly rocked through her body. She endured the ecstatic trembling and thrilled as her womanly juices gushed from the depths of her pussy passage, drenching her plowing fingers. The violent gyrations caused her nipple to become dislodged from her mouth, but she continued to grit down hard, shutting off the cry of passion that threatened to erupt through her throat. Rockets of pleasure shot over her senses as her spasming pussy belched hot fluid.
Randi rode out the exciting storm, then rolled over and spread her legs doggie style. She scrambled up to her knees and then let them slip from beneath her. She fell onto her humping fingers and pumped her ass up and down, making them slide in and out of her soupy snatch.
She fucked her pussy with her fingers and bounced her shapely rounded asscheeks crazily over the bed. She threaded the wet eye of her cunt with her rigid fingers until her quivering clit sizzled.
"Ooooohhhh!" she whimpered, half in pain, half in bliss. "Aaaahhhh, yeeeaaaah!" she screamed, muffling the sound into her pillow while her lovely body trembled in delicious orgasm.
Even as her cunt heaved and her clit quivered in another wild climax, she continued to bounce up and down on her fingers, imagining that her husband was fiercely fucking her with his hard dong. She expanded the fantasy by visualizing him mounting her from behind, driving his big, blood engorged pecker directly into her dripping cunt and stuffing her tight shitter with a meaty finger.
"Oooohhh, Gaaawwwwd!" she wailed into the pillow, trying desperately to regain control of herself.
Finally, with supreme self-discipline, she rolled off her fingers and gasp for breath. She gazed up at the ceiling and savored the slowly evaporating throbs of her fading orgasm as her nerve-endings tingled delightfully. She slid one knee up and pulled the wet, nectar-drenched digits out of her womanly slit, giving her burning clit a final tweak.
As she recuperated, the wicked thought occurred that it would be fun presenting Roger with the lewd view of her spread-eagled on the bed, a finger stuck deep into her wet cunt. What a jolt that sight should give him, she thought with a soft giggle. It would serve the fucker right, she decided. It might even make him aware of what he had been missing lately.
She sat with her back to the pillows and headboard and spread her silky thighs, adjusting her knees up a bit so that he couldn't miss getting a perfect view of her glistening snatch. She poked a finger into her slime-glazed cunthole and spread the pink lips around gently, revealing a generous slice of her cunt meat. Now there was nothing left to do but wait for him to finally come out of the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later, Roger stepped into the bedroom and, as she had planned, his eyes riveted right on her juicy pussy. She saw immediately that her plan didn't have the desired effect on him. His expression was anything but horny and lustful. Instead he glared at her with open hostility.
"What the hell are you doing there with your nightgown off?" he demanded. "And, goddamn, you're fingering yourself!"
"At least you noticed that much," she snapped, her sexy feeling cooling quickly. His obvious annoyance wasn't much of a turn on.
"Too bad you didn't have your little boy," he said with a sneer of disgust. "Here. You lost this damn thing," he snapped, tossing the broken vibrator onto the bed. "Now maybe your fingers won't get all wet and sticky."
Embarrassment burned her cheeks and choked off anything she tried to say. She watched as he headed for the bedroom door.
"I'm sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight," he said without bothering to glance at her over his shoulder. "And maybe more than just tonight," he added, slamming the door behind him.
Randi sank slowly beneath the bedcovers. She pulled the sheets up to her neck and waited for sleep, a sudden chill shaking her body.
CHAPTER FOUR
"What a gorgeous place," the curvy redhead said excitedly as she hugged against the beefy arm of her companion. "I love it here already!"
Her companion was a husky guy, shorter than Roger, Randi noted, but thicker muscled. He had an open, pleasant smile that went well with his fine, powerful looking body. Of course, his redheaded female friend was nicely packaged as well, Randi saw with a wry smile.
This body-beautiful couple was the first of Roger's and Horace Denson's sex-cranes, as Randi secretly called them. They represented the first couple to initiate Lionhead Country Club into its winter swingers phase. As a result of careful scheduling, it was planned that the club would entertain only one couple on its opening day as a sex palace. Randi couldn't help herself from making such sarcastic remarks about the new scheme, partly because of honest skepticism, but mostly to puncture Roger's smug attitude concerning the new enterprise.
"That fireplace is mammoth," the redhead cooed, facing Randi with a beaming smile.
"Yes, a lovely place you have here," the hunk said, flashing his own winning smile at Randi.
In spite of her preconceived misgivings, she couldn't deny feeling a warm response toward the friendly young couple. But as she slowly warmed to the swinging club's first guests, she still remembered vividly how getting things ready for this grand opening had been fraught with hazard at every turn. Naturally, it had taken more money than first estimated to complete the basic redecorating, even though she and Roger and the Denson's had done most of the labor themselves. Now that it was done, Randi was determined to give the idea her best shot and, while still skeptical, she had volunteered to act as hostess for the charter couple.
"Well, now that you two have had the guided tour, the place is yours," Randi said, beaming her own winning smile at the couple. "Enjoy, and please don't hesitate to let me or any other staff member assist in making this a memorable stay."
"Are there many other guests?" the hunk said, glancing around.
"Not yet," Randi admitted. "You're the first to arrive. I suppose that gives you a little extra edge in that you'll be more familiar with the place by the time others arrive."
As the happy couple ventured off toward the dining area, Randi made her way quickly toward the private manager's office, anxious to report to the others how well she did greeting their first guests.
Everyone asked for minute details of how it went and, Randi noted happily that Roger even seemed proud of her when she had completed her report to the other owners.
"I just hope the girl you hired to handle massages shows up tomorrow," Grace said, contributing the only sour note during the mini-conference.
"She will," Randi replied confidently. "I like her. She's got experience working in swing clubs. I was really impressed with her."
"I hope you're right," Grace said, clamping her teeth down on her ever-present cigarette holder and inhaling deeply. "Most of the girls who work in those places are tramp-types, so I'm told. I don't know how dependable they are."
"Let's wait before we pass judgment," Randi said, holding back the spurt of anger that quickly rose inside her. Grace had the irritating quality of trying to be an aristocratic bitch. "Well, I can't fault anything Randi has done so far," Horace said, verbally stepping between the two women. "I think I'll sneak into the kitchen and make sure the cook is doing justice for our first customers."
Later in the afternoon, with Roger off buying endless supplies and the Denson's not due back for the night shift for another couple of hours, Randi stood staring at the snow fluttering down on the tennis court, wondering if spring would ever arrive. Her reverie was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the smiling hunk. As they exchanged greetings, Randi actually welcomed his interruption. Now, as she gave him closer inspection, she discovered that there wasn't anything not to like about the man. His pleasant, friendly manner was a perfect complement to his muscular, blocky build.
"We were wondering about a massage," he said, his blue eyes dancing over her face.
"I'm sorry, but our masseuse doesn't arrive until tomorrow," Randi said, sincerely sorry to disappoint the charming man.
"Well, that's fine with us," he replied with just enough shyness to make him even more endearing to Randi. "Joyce and I were sort of hoping that you could be the masseuse."
"Me?" Randi said with a surprised yelp.
He chuckled and nodded. "Joyce loves your body and, I've got to tell you, I can't find a thing wrong with her taste."
"Well, I'm flattered, but ...," she stammered, flustered.
"Don't worry," he said with an easy wave of his hand. "I know it requires extra compensation. Joyce and I are willing to pay double the usual rate if you'll be the masseuse."
Nothing like a mixture of flattery and greed, Randi thought, flashing her own wicked grin.
"Sure," she said.
"Great," he said. "We're in room one."
"Give me ten minutes to get ready," Randi said, her pulse quickening and a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
When the hunk departed, Randi moved fast. She had given massages before to club members with leg cramps and muscle strains, but the prospects of this massage was giving her different, stimulating reactions. Her huge tits were throbbing wonderfully and she felt the pleasant quivering of her clit as she hurried toward her private locker in the ladies dressing room. She dug in her locker for her white shorts and halter top and changed quickly. She examined herself in the floor-length mirror in the dressing area, allowed herself a fast nod of approval, then gathered lotions and powder from the supply room and hustled toward massaging room number one.
Horace's inspiration about converting the individual card and game rooms into massaging rooms had the makings of genius-level thinking to Randi's mind. It hadn't been too expensive making the rooms cozy and intimate with massaging tables, comfortable chairs and pleasantly arranged plants to add a homey touch. Rooms one and three were the largest and each equipped with its own private whirlpool.
A quick rap at the door brought a fast response as the hunk opened it and greeted her with another broad smile. Randi's eyes instantly traveled subtly down over his massive body and she almost gaped as she saw him covered with only a skimpy Turkish towel. It took only Randi's quick glance to determine that this hunk was big in all the right places as well as through the chest and shoulders. The towel literally bulged in front, straining to cover his crotch. She was instantly curious to discover close up what type of terrific hose this stud had dangling between his muscular legs.
His companion was still lollying around in the whirlpool wearing a bikini that looked more like a couple of threads. She marveled at how it actually stayed on the redhead's body. At any rate, the bikini proved that the redhead had a very ample set of tits and big, firm, rounded ass.
"I'm so glad it's you that is going to be our masseuse," the redhead said with a sincere smile that immediately charmed Randi. "I think it's obvious that Pete likes the idea of you being here," she added with a girlish giggle and a not-so-subtle pointing finger at his towel-stretched crotch.
Randi joined in their casual laughter as the redhead stepped from the whirlpool and began to towel herself off briskly.
"Oh, here," Randi said, stepping forward quickly after placing the lotions and powder on the massaging table. "Let me help you with that."
Randi took the thick terrycloth towel and began drying the redhead's back. Randi fought to maintain a professional attitude even as she discovered how well-conditioned the redhead was. Well conditioned bodies of either sex had always turned on Randi and it took considerable effort for her not to express this fact and run the risk of sounding too weird. Then, she realized that she was in the company of swingers who likely wouldn't think anything was weird. This notion calmed her, although she still worried about giving the impression that she was heavy into lesbo action. In truth, Randi had never once experimented sexually with another woman nor, had she ever desired such an encounter. Still, she had to admit, the friendly, open redhead and her luscious body were certainly appealing.
Randi pulled the towel out taut and rubbed the redhead's neck, back and shoulders. She worked down her arms in a brisk, shoe-shine action, giving her flawless skin a lot of stimulation and, if the redhead's hardening nipples were any indication, more than a little arousal as well.
"Take off that bikini top, Joyce," the hunk ordered in a raspy tone as he eased himself down on one of the chairs facing the massaging table. He squirmed in the chair and gave himself a good view of the womanly action. "We're all friends here now. You two ladies don't mind if I watch, do you?"
"No, no. Not at all," Randi said quickly, a little thrill dancing over the surface of her flesh. "I don't mind. Is there anything special you'd like to see?"
She glanced toward the hunk as his eyes glowed with excitement. "Just have her stretch out here on the rubdown table and give her a massage," he said, with a lewd wink. "I love watching her get a rubdown from another great looking lady."
Randi flashed him a pleased little smile and turned around just in time to see Joyce fumbling with the ties of her bikini top.
"Turn around," she said, and when Joyce did, Randi pulled the right string and the thing sagged. Joyce completed her turn and Randi quickly saw that the bikini top was the only thing that sagged.
The redhead's tits were round and swooping. Chunks of pointy pink nipples begged to be fondled and caressed as the twin arrows jutted provocatively from the end Of the redhead's two fleshy mounds. Randi's mind briefly planted the urge for her to taste the redhead's luscious looking nipples, but she ignored the idea for the moment by concentrating on removing Joyce's bikini bottoms.
She bent down and untied the bottoms, steadying her trembling fingers as she worked. Soon, Joyce's magnificent bush popped into view as the flimsy material fell to the floor. Randi's eyes locked on the precious sight and she drank in the view of Joyce's bright red, lushly thick, cunt patch. A tiny groan escaped her throat as she stared at Joyce's bold clit that protruded proudly between the lips of her moist pussy slit. Though Randi had never stripped another woman before, or performed any other lesbo-type activity, she had to squelch an urge to grab that clit with her teeth and roll it around between her lips.
"Boy, what a heavenly sight," the hunk said, taking the words right out of Randi's mouth. "Get over here, Joyce, and plant that lovely ass on this rubdown table. I can't wait to see our hostess work you over."
As Randi assisted Joyce up on the table, she caught the man's glimpse and held it for a steamy second longer than necessary. They matched grins as Randi not-so-discreetly allowed her gaze to drop toward his lap. Her smile instantly grew as she saw the Turkish towel leap in throbbing spasms, threatening to make a mockery of its modest purpose. She forced her eyes away from the horny sight, happy in the knowledge that she and the hunk were on the same wave-length. He obviously enjoyed good, old fashioned sex and Randi was overjoyed with that notion.
"You can take off your little outfit too, Randi," he said, licking his lips with a wide flick of his tongue. "All those shorts and halter top does is tease the shit out of me. I'd rather see the whole package."
Randi took a deep breath before plunging into the exciting action of stripping in front of two strangers. She decided to tantalize him more by postponing her striptease long enough to properly position the redhead on the table. She liked the idea of his arousal intensifying as she made him wait to see her nude. The hotter the better, she told herself as she helped the redhead lie face-down with her tits gathered primly under her beautiful back and her asscheeks spread apart just enough so that she could see the redhead's cunt slit stretched out and a generous slice of cunt meat framed by her tangled red bush.
"Here," Randi said as an afterthought. "Put this under you. I think you'll find it more comfortable."
She sipped a thick pillow under Joyce's pelvis and had to relish the provocative view for a few seconds. With her ass sticking up and her thighs stretched apart, Randi had a clear view of the redhead's puckered bunghole, as well as an even better sight of her glistening gash. The intoxicating view was making Randi more than a little steamy as she hurriedly yanked off her halter top and shorts.
"Wow!" the hunk yelled, leaning forward in his chair. "What a great body!" he added with open admiration.
Joyce craned her head up and peered over her shoulder. "Oh yeah," she said in a low whisper. "Beautiful tits and ass!"
"Thanks," Randi said modestly, feeling a slight blush rise in her cheeks. "I guess I better get to work."
She leaned over the rubdown table and massaged Joyce's shoulders and upper back, kneading the hard muscles with expert precision. She smiled with gratification as Joyce's guttural moans told her what a good job she was doing.
"Maybe you should get up there on top of her," the hunk said with an open leer. "Might make your job a lot easier," he added with a wink and a chuckle.
Randi smiled as she straddled the redhead and began in earnest working the muscles of Joyce's upper back and shoulders. Gradually, she worked her kneading hands and fingers downward until she was seriously massaging Joyce's rounded asscheeks and the arch of the redhead's spine.
"Aaahhh, that's nice," Joyce said softly.
"I hope my hands are strong enough for you," Randi said, rubbing a generous amount of lotion into Joyce's back muscles.
"I wasn't exactly referring to your hands," Joyce said with a tiny giggle while wiggling her ass suggestively. "I meant that glorious pussy bush of yours. I can feel it tickling my butt."
"Oh," Randi said, shooting a smiling glance toward the hunk. "I didn't realize I was getting so carried away up here."
"I haven't heard any complaints," the man said, his eyes locked on the action.
Randi had no intention of stopping as she resumed the massage, bouncing up onto her haunches to better reach the redhead's shoulders and neck. She made a special point to stick her cunt right into Joyce's asscrack, giving the redhead another chance to feel the damp, downy fullness of her own black cunt hair.
"Damn, that's making me all hot and bothered," the hunk said, standing abruptly and ripping off the Turkish towel.
Randi couldn't resist the overpowering temptation to look, and she did with eye-widening fascination as the hunk revealed a thick, angular slab of fuck-meat burgeoning between his hairy thighs.
"Oooohhh," Randi gasped instinctively, unable to censor her expression of amazement. She quickly forced her attention back to the redhead, afraid of offending the swinging couple by coming on too strong with the hunk.
Following the lead of her fantasies, Ranch pinched her own nipples into bath, rubbery points with lotion slick fingers, then leaned forward and traced lines over the redhead's back with her erect nipples.
"Can you feel this?" Randi asked softly, swirling her tits in rotating circles over the surface of the redhead's back.
"God, yes!" Joyce squealed. "That's far out touch, honey! I like it almost as much as Pete does."
Randi managed to glance over at the hunk and see that he, indeed, was well into the action by polishing his swollen cockhead with his huge hands. He smiled back at her glance and increased the intensity of his hand-rubbing motions over his reddening fuck-knob.
Randi redoubled her efforts at manipulating her nipples all over Joyce's stunning back. Stinging sensations tingled throughout her huge tit-mounds as her dragging nipples caused a delightful friction against the redhead's flesh. Randi felt her own twat start to tremble as her arousal increased along with the dampening of her quivering cunt lips.
"Great job, ladies," Pete croaked in a throaty tone, raspy with obvious lust. He approached the rubdown table and gently patted Joyce's calf muscle. "Roll over, baby and let's continue on the front."
Randi lifted one leg enough for Joyce to roll over and was again pleasantly surprised at how enormous the redhead's tits were considering her dainty bone structure. Her gaze lingered over the redhead's gorgeous tits for several seconds before she lowered her eyes to take in the marvelous view of Joyce's red pussy patch. She riveted her attention on Joyce's cunt, fascinated by the way her cut was jutting out her cunt hood and throbbing hard. Her slit was oozing womanly fluid and her cunt lips were slipping apart, invitingly. Randi couldn't resist the urge to help the delicate snatch lips in their spreading effort. She reached down between Joyce's thighs and gently slipped a stiffened finger through the curly thatch of red twat hairs. With a deft flick of her fingertip, Randi managed to slither her digit into the steamy cuntal slit and further pry apart the quaking pussy lips.
"Wow! Massage that with your beautiful, big tits," Joyce pleaded, arching her back and thrusting her crotch and ass off the table. "Do it, please! I would love to feel that!"
Randi shrugged and smiled. "Good idea," she said. "I was thinking of just eating your delicious looking pussy, but you may have a better thought."
"Joyce is full of great ideas," Pete said, booming a loud laugh as he positioned himself beside the head of the table, cupping his engorged dick with both hands, aiming the swollen cockhead at Joyce's face. "This will give you something to nibble on while Randi is tit-fucking your gash."
"Boy, everybody around here is full of good ideas," Randi said, adding to the good-natured, friendly laughter as she scooted down between Joyce's spread thighs.
She glanced up in time to see Joyce eagerly suck Pete's fuck-knob into her mouth, then got down to the business at hand. She dipped low and gripped her nipples. She placed one of her nipples directly on Joyce's pulsating cit button, then traced hot, erotic circles around the vibrating bulb.
"Ooooobhhhh, wwwwoooowwwww!" Joyce yelled, jerking her head back and, in her obvious excitement, temporarily dislodging Pete's saliva glistening cockhead from her mouth. She immediately lunged her face forward and recaptured his rigid rod between her lips as she continued to moan and gargle passionate sounds.
Randi jabbed her erect nipple in the soupy, pink pussy meat, thrilling to the sensations this strange, new action was causing. She maneuvered herself so that she was able to prop into a position that allowed her to tit-fuck Joyce's snatch while fingering her own throbbing cit. She filled her eyes with the glorious sight of Pete's huge, vein-laced cock plunging in and out of Joyce's slurping mouth while loving the feeling of her nipple pulsating against Joyce's vibrating clit and steamy pussy lips.
Eventually, Randi closed her eyes and groaned as her first, self-induced orgasm rippled throughout her cunt. Through it all, she mouthed a silent blessing for Horace and Roger and for their terrific idea transforming Lionhead into a swingers club for half of the year was, she suddenly decided, pure genius.
CHAPTER FIVE
It didn't take long for the action to really heat up. Randi stared in utter fascination as Pete slammed his engorged dong in and out of the redhead's slurping, sucking mouth. Soon after Joyce shuddered and trembled through her second climax as a result of Randi's nipple-jabbing motions against the redhead's clit and twat opening, Randi began to concentrate totally on watching Pete's cock. It was making both her mouth and her cunt water and she quickly decided to do something about that.
"Mind if I relieve you, Joyce?" she asked softly, her eyes glowing on the saliva-slick dick.
"Sure. No reason for me to hog all of this man meat," the redhead said after allowing his pulsate lug pecker to slip from her mouth. She eased off the rubdown table and flashed a friendly smile at Randi. "Make yourself comfortable and enjoy your meal."
Randi scooted forward on the table, loving the way her big tits scraped over the padded surface as her eager mouth neared the prize of Pete's throbbing dong.
"Come and get it, sweetie," Pete said with a chuckle. "He's all lubed and pumped up for your hot little mouth. I'm anxious to see how good of a cocksucker you are."
"I won't disappoint you," Randi promised as she stretched across the table and wrapped her arms around his waist. She rested her hands on his firm, manly asscheeks as she darted her tongue-tip over the squinting eye of his piss slit.
She thrilled as the whole length of his cocks haft leaped and danced in response to her sensual tongue-stroking. She took careful aim and drilled her pointy tongue-tip straight into his pisser as far as possible. Pre-come jizz dampened her tongue tip as he howled in unexpected rapture, obviously ecstatic from her surprising, unique action.
Then, with her fingers digging into his hard asscheeks, she held him steady as possible while she swirled her tongue in bold swipes over the entire swollen surface of his slick cockhead. She polished his bulbous dome with broad, wet licks, savoring the taste and texture of his spongy sensitive fuck-knob.
"Ooooobhhh, you're driving me wild!" he roared, a guttural rasp blasting from his throat as his big, strong hands gripped her head. "I can feel it even on the bottom of my feet! Aaaahhh, that's fine! Mighty fine!"
His appreciation ignited Randi into a frenzy of tongue-swishing licks all over his dickhead. She lapped at it hungrily, feeling the steam rise deep inside her juicy pussy as her own passion swelled.
"Get up on your knees," Joyce whispered from behind her. "Watching you work on Pete's dick like that is giving me the itch to suck your clit."
Randi didn't have time to argue even as her mind triggered a rush of apprehension throughout her body. Another woman sucking her pussy was a big first for Randi and one that, if given time to reflect upon, she would probably have passed up. In no way did she consider herself a dyke or a lesbo in any sense and the notion had never done anything toward arousing her. But with Joyce climbing aboard and positioning herself behind her on the rubdown table, Randi instantly felt a surge of excitement and expectation like she had never known. She obeyed the redhead's instruction without hesitation and drew her knees up beneath her. The result was Randi's ass sticking up in the air, her hairy cunt lips on proud display between the tops of her thighs.
Immediately after Joyce set her thick, pliant lips on the magic spot, Randi knew she was in for a special treat. The redhead's lips closed around Randi's hard, throbbing clit and squeezed a velvet vise on the pulsating bean. Randi's reaction was immediate and passionate.
"Ooooooh!" she bellowed, the sound muffling on Pete's cock as she paid special attention to keeping the precious slab of male fuck-meat between her lips no matter what.
She felt her climax explode quickly, violently, shuddering her senses and spinning her into a delirious burst of passion.
The force of Randi's gyrations knocked Joyce back momentarily, causing the redhead to giggle good-naturedly.
"And I thought I was quick on the trigger," Joyce said amid her own laughter. "You popped as soon as I touched your clit with my tongue. Now, that is fast."
"You can afford to be smug about it, Pete, because you always take forever to come," Joyce said in a teasing chide.
"Oh, wow," Randi said, mouthing the words around his cockhead that still crammed her mouth.
Randi began to suck more of his big pecker into her mouth, receiving a jolt of energy from the fast climax and anxious for Joyce to return to work tonguing her cunt. She didn't have to wait more than a few second as she soon felt the redhead's hot breath on her nectar-soaked pussy bush. She spread her lips wide and gulped more than half of Pete's engorged fuck-pole into her mouth, savoring the heat of his rod as she set about sucking on it.
She groaned in ecstasy as Joyce's tongue at that moment pierced deftly through her slipper, cunt lips, spearing the wet folds of her pussy pulp. She rammed her ass backward, plunging, her simmering gash hard into Joyce's face as she clamped her lips tightly around Pete's throbbing flick-stalk. She sucked greedily on his cock while squirming her ass in tiny circles, helping Joyce drive her tongue deeper into her twat.
Randi moaned as the redhead's tongue-fucked deeper and deeper, impaling her quivering pussy. That girl sure knew what she was doing, Randi thought as her senses tingled and the sensations sparkled through all of her nerve-endings. It makes sense that another woman would know best how to excite a juicy snatch, Randi reasoned. She gave herself in to the delightful tonguing Joyce was providing and tried desperately to adequately service Pete's prick.
"Damn, this action is getting me hot," Pete said. "I can't remember when I've been so fucking horny. You ladies are going to set a record for getting me to spit my wad. Let's make a change before I blast into our masseuse's mouth"
Randi reluctantly popped his pecker out of her mouth and blinked up at him. "I'm not complaining about that," she said, licking her lips. "I've never turned down a nourishing load of man-come before."
Pete and Joyce laughed as Pete ran his fingers affectionately through Randi's hair. Randi shared their laughter and obeyed as Pete directed traffic.
"I bet Randi has a real tight cunthole, doesn't she?" he asked Joyce.
Joyce nodded. "It was all I could do to get my tongue as deep as I did inside her pussy."
"I think I need to spread her open a little with my cock," Pete said, grinning lewdly down on Randi.
"Sounds good to me," Randi said brightly as she flopped over on the rubdown table on her back.
"Sounds good to me, too," Joyce said. "But, I don't like the idea of getting left out. Any suggestions?"
"Sit on my face if you like," Randi said and immediately surprised herself by being so quick to make that suggestion. My day for firsts, she told herself with a silent giggle.
"Sounds delightful," Joyce said and Randi could tell from his expression that Pete didn't object to the idea at all.
Randi spread her thighs wide as Pete eased up onto the table. For such a big man, he maneuvered himself gracefully and without strain. She eagerly reached down and grasped the hard base of his thick dick. She shifted his prick around, swabbing his cockhead all over her juicy cunt lips.
Randi groaned as she smeared the oozing juice from his piss slit all over her hairy mound and along every nerve-ending lining her pink, puffed up pussy lips. She boldly used his pecker to brush over her slippery snatch, rubbing his spongy fuckknob around and around her puckered inner twat lips. She held her outer pussy lips apart and made dead aim for her clit.
She stirred and trembled in glorious ecstasy as she flicked his huge dickhead around her burgeoning, spasming cit. The sounds his prong-head made while sloshing through her syrupy button and soupy twat-lips thrilled her almost to another fast climax. She could feel her cunt honey gush over his probing fuck-knob even as her extended clit tingled in shuddering need.
"Owwww!" she squealed, suddenly ringing Pete's bulging dickhead with her fingers and plunging it straight into her pulsating pussy slit.
She cried out again joyously as she felt it stretch her cunt canal wider and nudge ahead just as she prodded it to do. She arched her back up and tossed her head wildly. The sensations were overwhelming and she couldn't pretend to control her feelings.
"Nice, big, fleshy firm tits," Joyce cooed as she stood at Randi's head and reached over to fondle and caress the twin ripe globes of Randi's jugs. "I love massaging them."
Randi tried to answer but the words lodged in her throat. Pleasure had constricted her vocal cords and it was possible for her to only groan in response to the redhead's expert kneading of her throbbing tit-flesh. Her nipples grew hard and rubbery instantly, tingling with sensations as Joyce lovingly stroked her boobs.
Then, the overpowering ecstasy that Pete's pecker was causing overshadowed the marvelous tit-rubbing and Randi swooned as the hard cock slicked through her dripping cuntal tissues. She humped her hips up and down greedily as the luxuriant velvet vise of her hot, horny pussy channel held him firm.
Every muscle in her body trembled and vibrated as he took his time, teasing her pussy with slow, deep cock-strokes. He rotated his fuck-pole around and around inside the tight confines of her juiced up snatch, stirring her on to another orgasm. She yelped passionately as the tongue jarring, delightful ecstasy tumbled throughout her body.
Then, just as her glorious climax began to fade, Joyce straddled her face and lowered her hot, red-haired cunt lips onto her mouth. Randi gasped for breath as the hot pussy covered her lips and she inhaled the heady fragrance of Joyce's womanly musk. Reacting on instinct, Randi hesitated only briefly before darting her tongue straight up and through the quivering, fuzzy-red pussy lips. She lanced the girl's twat with her stiffened tongue and brought her hands into the act by touching and rubbing Joyce's convulsing clit.
Joyce rested back onto her hands and kept them busy doing the same to Randi's thrusting pert nipples. Randi pushed and pulled her tongue in and out of the willowy steaming fuck-cavern, feeling Joyce's cunt mold itself to the prodding tongue.
"Good fucking hot piece of ass you are," Pete gasped, pumping his big dick in and out of the tender, tight pussy canal. "Girl, you are one red-hot tigress!"
She let Pete have access to her cunt enough to fuck the hominess right out of her. She humped her ass up and down, causing it to bounce off the table as she met his every thrust, riding his big, hard pounding pecker. Through it all, she didn't neglect Joyce who continued to smother her with pussy. She fucked the juicy snatch with her tongue even as her own pussy convulsed and juiced from the hard fucking Pete was providing with his rigid prick.
Randi heard Joyce shriek with wild pleasure as the redhead humped her wet, pussy up and down on Randi's face, taking in every inch of her vibrating tongue. She came hard and rough, her nectar gushing out of her hot cave, drenching Randi's tongue and lips and filling her sucking mouth to capacity. Randi gulped the sizzling female fluid as Joyce tossed her body around, hunching against the tongue-spearing that Randi continued to provide.
At that moment, Pete pumped his thick wad into Randi's wet, squeezing cunthole, triggering another round of spasming ecstasy to grip her.
"Yeah, yeah!" he shouted in a lust-edged voice. "The three of us are coming together! Ooooohhhh! This is the best!"
He didn't stop, much to Randi's happy dismay, but kept fucking his hard, come-spitting rod in and out of her pussy. He increased the speed of his fuck-strokes, sawing his fuck-meat between her cream-slippery cunt-lips with a passion. Repeatedly, he screwed his spasming cock into the tight, quivering pocket of her pussy passage, only to pull it free and ram it back up there again. Then, finally, she felt his rigid dong wilt just enough to slip out of her come-drenched snatch. She continued to fuck her tongue up into Joyce's seething cunthole and gave no real thought to stopping until she heard Pete order the redhead down.
"Come on down here, Joyce, babe," he said. "Your pussy has gotten enough attention for the time being. I'm ready to fuck your asshole."
"Great," the redhead squealed with obvious glee "But what about Randi? We shouldn't leave her out."
"Good point," Randi agreed as she propped herself up on the table with an elbow. Her eyes seemed to naturally drift toward Pete's half-hard cock. "Got any ideas for me while you're butt fucking Joyce?"
A lewd smile cracked his lips and he winked. "I can think of something I believe you'll find interesting." He glanced at Joyce as his smile grew. "Get the toy, honey. You feel up to it?"
"Just try to stop me," Joyce said, flashing her own broad grin as she hurried across the room to a suitcase beside the far wall.
Randi watched in fascination as the redhead withdrew a huge two-headed dildo. Her eyes locked wide in a mixture of horror and delight.
"My God!" she gasped. "I've never seen anything like that!"
"Then you are in for a very special treat, my dear," Pete said with a wicked smile. "While I'm fucking Joyce's shitter, you two ladies are going to fuck each other's pussy."
"What?" Randi said, trying to visualize the position and drawing a confused blank.
Both Pete and Joyce laughed softly at her perplex ion. She continued to gape at the huge two headed dildo as Joyce approached her with it. Then, she pried her eyes off the erotic instrument and faced Pete with a curious expression. He was so different from Roger, she mused, admiring Pete's fast-recovering dick.
"You aren't ... well, in any way ... intimidated by this thing?" she stammered. "I mean it doesn't bother you that Joyce and I can use this thing like a man's cock and ..."
His booming laughter interrupted her stuttering words. "Hell no," he said as Joyce nonchalantly squeezed lotion onto his prick.
"My husband doesn't want anything like that around," she admitted. "He went nuts when he found a plastic vibrator I had stashed in the house."
"Some guys just have trouble realizing that vibrators and dildos are no threat to them and their cocks," Joyce said matter-of-factly as she finished applying a generous amount of lotion to Pete's dick.
"Personally, I enjoy watching Joyce get off on a dildo, but with this double-head devil, my balls start to ache when Joyce gets to team up with a gorgeous lady like you," Pete said, casually stroking his pecker into its full, hard glory. "I can almost pop my load just thinking about it."
"I didn't know you had a husband," Joyce said as she layered a light coating of lube on the double headed dildo. "Maybe we should just forget this damn thing and have him come in here. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Oh, I think he's too busy," Randi said quickly.
Just mentioning Roger in this swinging company was making her jittery.
"Well, keep it in mind for later," Pete said. "We love foursomes if the chemistry is right."
Pete's statement gave Randi an insightful thought. If, she wondered, the chemistry was right between her and Roger, she probably wouldn't be here now with Pete and Joyce. 0r if she was, it would be with Roger's approval. A stab of guilt threatened to freeze her sensual feelings as she thought about what she was doing without Roger's knowledge. Then, she dismissed the guilt and concentrated on watching the redhead slickened the fascinating two-headed fake cock. She shifted her glance toward Pete and suddenly dropped all notions about guilt and Roger as she watched him fondle his amazingly sturdy prick.
"Let's get this show on the road," Pete said, clapping his hands together and grinning. In another second Joyce was un-ended on the rubdown table. She stuck her magnificently supple, glowing ass up into the air as if inviting the hard dick her shifter was about to receive.
Joyce took the greased-up dildo and beckoned to Randi with it. Randi moved quickly, sliding under Joyce and spreading out on the table. She fixed her eyes on the luscious, erotic sight of Pete's lotion-glistening pecker pointing directly up into Joyce's asscrack.
"Oh, God," Joyce said with a heated urgency. "Crawl up under me as soon as you can, Randi. I go wild and get very horny when he plugs my ass like this."
Randi started to obey Joyce's wishes just as Pete leaned forward, taking great care to pierce her bunghole slowly and with constantly mounting pressure. Then, with a grunt, he lunged his prick straight into the puckered, tight crevice of Joyce's asshole, slicing his dong-head in with a forceful stab.
"Oh! Oooooohhhh!" Joyce wailed, evidently enjoying the sensation.
A tiny spreading shudder rumbled throughout Randi's body as she witnessed the action. It made her want to cream on herself just watching the luscious redhead get off on being butt-fucked like this.
Pete had buried his cocks haft halfway into Joyce's eager shit-chute by the time Randi had crawled completely under the panting redhead. She could almost feel the redhead's ecstasy as their female flesh melted together.
"Yeah, oh, yeah!" Joyce cried out, making circular motions with her shapely hips. "Fuck me! Yeah, Pete! That's good! I can feel every vein in your cock this way. Ooooohhh, my butt hole is sooooo tight!"
Pete chuckled and playfully slapped one of Joyce's round asscheeks. "Relax, honey," he said. "This party is just starting."
Randi wondered how he managed to maintain such control amid the heated arousal all around him. She scrambled under Joyce and got a good view of the luscious redhead's hot, throbbing cunt and full, ripe tit mounds. And then, she got her first close-up view of the two-headed dong.
Another shuddering wave of excitement shot through her as she wondered how the smallish redhead could take a big cock up her ass and a huge dildo at the same time inside her pussy. She mentally savored the notion of being double plugged in such a way and felt a vigorous throbbing jolting her cit into hard arousal.
Together, the two women manipulated the dildo so that they could ride either end of it comfortably. Randi opened her cunt lips far enough to stick the rounded head in and immediately swooned with pleasure. She lingered in the sensations for several seconds, then popped the bulbous knob into her quivering pussy-hole. Juiced by the marvelous fucking Pete had already given it, her cunt sucked up the head of the fake dick with glorious ease. She struggled to plunge more of the dildo inside her canal, but her spasming pussy walls resisted.
"Here," Joyce said, coming to her aid. "I'll put it in mine and we can work up on the thing together. I think that's easier."
"More fun, too," Pete added with a wink.
Randi scooted farther under the beautiful redhead's curvaceous body and spread her pussy lips wide apart with Joyce's help. The two of them stuffed the pinkish head of the rubberized prick into Joyce's hot, pulsating snatch. Randi watched with a deep sigh as the redhead's pussy gobbled the dildo up quickly. She took half of it in immediately and Randi could tell from the expression on her lovely face that Joyce was indeed pleased with the experience.
"Wow! Oh, yeah!" Joyce cried out. "Come on, Randi. Get some of this. It's super!"
Randi worked her way up further on the hard rubber pecker and felt it madly stretch her sensitive cunt lips and female cavern wider than ever. She pumped her pussy up and down on the ramrod dildo and helped herself to a mouthful of Joyce's dangling tit-flesh. With her other hand she circled the redhead's slender waist as she continued to work her cunt up on that impossibly thick and hard and incredibly long fuck-stick.
Her panting became more severe as she struggled to swallow the huge, dry dildo into her convulsing gash. She circled her ass to get her own juices flowing and slowly, gradually, the long, thick fake dong began to disappear inside her churning pit. She pumped now wildly as she watched Joyce move her mouth toward her right nipple. Randi tried to thrust her luscious fit up to held the redhead in her quest, but it proved unnecessary. With a desperate lunge, Joyce managed to capture Randi's right nipple between her lips and sucked it hard in between her teeth. The pleasure was so intense, so immediate, that Randi swallowed a muffled moan of extreme joy.
As she fucked away at the dildo, taking more and more of it inside her pussy, Joyce was doing likewise on her end. The excitement mounted inside Randi as the distance between their two cunts narrowed. Then, finally, Randi was able to press her pussy against Joyce's red bush, making wonderful, erotic contact.
"Yeeeaaaahh! We swallowed the whole damn thing!" Joyce shrieked, inadvertently letting Randi's nipple slip from her mouth. "Aaaaahhhh, it feels so fucking good!"
It was impossible for Randi to say anything. Her gasps and moans left no room for words. She held on tight as the orgasms started rolling one on top of the other, rocking her body and sizzling her senses. A scorching flame of ecstasy exploded over her fluid-gushing snatch when her clit touched Joyce's.
"Keep doing that!" Joyce yelled. "That's driving me wild! Oooooohhhh, yeah, I'm coming so much!"
Randi didn't know if the redhead was referring to what Pete's cock was doing to her shitter or if her horny reaction was caused by the dildo lodged deeply up her cunthole. Possibly, the wild response could be because of the two female love-buttons scraping together. It didn't really matter. If Randi had learned anything this afternoon it was that pleasure can come in many forms, and none should be ignored.
Pete joined the chorus of sensation-laden grunts and moans as he suddenly jammed his hard, hot poker all the way into his lover's asshole. He pushed his cock so hard and so deep that Randi swore she felt the impact, through chain reaction, inside her own grinding, juicing pussy canal. She rolled her ass faster just as Pete shot his hot spunk deep into Joyce's quaking shit-chute.
He humped his way as far as possible into her most intimate cavern, banging her ass bone and pumping wave after wave of searing jism into her bowels while Randi jerked and contorted in a rapture of release. She tightened her squeeze on Joyce's slender waist and came in a series of blinding gyrations severe enough to cause the dildo to pop from her thundering pussy.
The three collapsed in a heap on the rubdown table, gasping for breath and hugging each other in sensual embraces. Recovery came slow for Randi and she enjoyed every minute of it.
Eventually, Randi climbed off the table, willed her senses to steady long enough for her to get on her shorts and halter top and smile sweetly at her guests.
"Will that be all for now, folks?" she asked, patting her hair back into some form of arranged neatness.
She matched the couple's warm, breathless smiles and stepped out of the room. Being a masseuse at a swinger's club, she reflected, certainly had its interesting benefits.
CHAPTER SIX
Randi had a hard time sleeping that night. Not that she wasn't plenty tired. She dearly welcomed the idea of a deep, peaceful sleep following her hectic, lusty afternoon entertaining Pete and Joyce. But the rest her body craved couldn't match the worries that plagued her mind. It was bad enough that Roger was in a horse's ass of a mood, but she also found herself worrying what kind of treatment Grace Denson would give the club's first swinger couple.
Grace had been anything but overjoyed to arrive at the club a little after seven to take up her duties for the evening shift. Randi's cause for concern was evident almost immediately when, in a light, harmless way, Pete had suggested that Grace join he and Joyce in the dining room for a topless meal. Grace's reaction had been utter repulsion expressed in a vocal outrage demeaning and insulting to the club's charter guests.
Roger had tried in his shy, fumbling way to smooth over the incident, but he, too, had turned stony silent when Randi eagerly dined topless with the paying guests.
It was now well past midnight and Roger was still harping on her shocking behavior. Randi sighed and tried for the countless time to appeal to his pragmatic business sense in explaining her action.
"Roger, this is foolish," she snapped, sitting up in bed and bracing her head and shoulders against the headboard. "It was you and Horace who dreamed up this little venture in the first place, remember? I was the one who got the cold glares and hurt looks because I questioned the move. Well, now that we've taken the plunge, I'm getting shit on for trying to make the damn thing work"
"You're missing the point and you know it," Roger argued. "It was never planned for my wife to leap into the activities of these people and sit with them in the dining room with her tits hanging out. Horace and I didn't plan this venture so you could become a whore."
"I resent that," Randi snapped back angrily. "So I took off my blouse. Big fucking deal. They really wanted Grace to do it, but she suddenly got virginal. How's that for taking care of business?"
"The business means nothing if it means you have to be degraded," Roger said. "I will not tolerate my wife lounging around the club half nude just to please the demented whims of some sex perverts."
"So we just sit back and let the club go under. Is that it?" Randi said, more determined than ever to cut through her husband's hypocritical attitude.
"Don't pretend with me, Randi," he said, a more savage edge in his tone. "I saw you tonight. You were having a great time slinking around with your tits hanging out, flirting with that couple. I never saw you so happy?"
"I was enjoying the company," she replied. "It was the first meal I've had lately where everything wasn't so damn serious and earthshaking. It was great just to eat and talk about happy things. And, to sit there with my jugs showing along with the redhead's, was a bit exciting and stimulating. But you wouldn't know anything about that lately!"
"Then you admit the whole thing wasn't purely business," Roger retorted. "You didn't do it for any noble reason like to save the club. You were interested in a cheap thrill."
"Well, maybe I'm entitled to a few thrills here and there," she snapped. "You sure haven't been willing to provide any." She started to say more but the shouting was getting worse and reason was quickly giving way to emotions. Nothing, she knew, would get accomplished if this continued except that Roger would again storm out of the bedroom and sleep on the sofa in the den.
"I'll stay away from the club if that's what you want," she said before he could respond to her latest verbal arrow.
"That won't solve anything and you know it," he said, his surly tone softening slightly. "We can't afford to hire extra staff help right now. I need you there, but goddammit, I feel as if I'm letting a kid loose in a candy store!"
Randi chuckled at his statement even though the topic was serious and his anger and resentment still raged just beneath his surface.
"Three more couples are due tomorrow," he continued, his voice growing softer as he spoke. "It will be our first regular day of operation and all of us, the Denson's included, should be there to iron out any bugs that develop. There's so much that Horace and I could have overlooked and not planned for."
In spite of the heated conversation, she couldn't help feeling sympathy for Roger as he recounted his worries and problems. She was, after all, his wife and partner. His concerns were hers and she didn't shy away from that responsibility now. She reached out and tenderly stroked his arm.
"Things will go smoothly," she said. "The whole purpose for today's limited schedule was to work out any problems and things went without a hitch. Tomorrow will be fine."
"I hope you're right," he said.
"God, you're tense, Roger," she said soothingly. "Sit up here and let me rub your neck and shoulders."
"You're right about Grace," he said, shifting his position on the bed, enabling her to press her strong fingers into the tightly-coiled muscles of his neck and shoulders. "She's a prude. Horace doesn't think she'll be a problem when the money starts rolling in. I've got my doubts."
"Horace will just have to handle her." Randi said, massaging over his upper back, working to ease the tension gripping the area. "She can't be allowed to insult guests of the dub regardless of how much money she and Horace kick in."
"Maybe if you try being nicer to her," Roger suggested through a mild groan, responding finally to Randi's massage.
Randi choked off a heated reply, not wishing to rekindle their squabble. Instead, she slowly dipped her massaging fingers lower on Roger's back, feeling the tension gradually ease his muscles. She listened as his breathing steadied, then leaned forward and lightly kissed the side of his neck.
"What you and Horace are doing with the club is going to save it," she whispered into his ear. "You'll see for yourself in a few days. Things are going to be fine. And, don't worry about me getting along with Grace. The difference between her and me is that I will put business first. You can count on me, Roger."
He sighed deeply and mumbled, "That's good, angel." He slumped slightly against her as she continued to rub his back.
The warmth and weight of his body made her cunt lips flutter, and she smiled. She took her lusty reaction as a good sign. At least Roger still excited her without even trying. Right now, she would take any small indication of underlying passion as a comforting hope for the future of her marriage.
She slipped her hands around his waist and rubbed his chest and stomach. She spread her thighs, making it possible for him to lean back fully on her. She daringly flicked her fingertips against the waistband of his pajama bottoms and he stirred, settling back against her.
She peeked a series of tiny kisses over the top of his right shoulder and tried to determine if he was drifting off to sleep. His eyes were closed and his breathing continued in the same steady, quiet pace. When she dipped her roaming fingers again down to his elastic waistband, he blinked open his eyes and she felt a sudden tension flex through his back and arms.
"No, no, darling," she cooed in a whispered breath. "Just relax. Don't do a thing. I'll do all the work. Let me get rid of all your tension and stress."
He replied with a deep sigh as Randi gently eased herself out from behind him and assisted as he stretched flat out on the bed. She traced delicate fingertips over his hairy chest, making swirling motions around his manly tits until the tiny buds pointed up into hard little darts. She proceeded slowly, cautiously, so as not to turn him off with any aggressive foreplay. She didn't know how far he would let her go, but for the moment, she was happy to be rubbing his naked chest. It was their most intimate act in the last several days and Randi was anxious to keep it going for as long as possible.
When she thought Roger had finally fallen asleep, she ran her fingertips lightly down over his flat stomach, careful not to tickle him. She suddenly wished that she had some of the lotion she had used in the afternoon on Pete and Joyce, but there was no way she was going to spoil the moment by getting out of bed. She had progressed this far, she reasoned, and she didn't want to jinx her next planned move.
She deftly slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of his pajama bottoms and felt the bristled curls of the upper part of his code patch. She swished her digits through the male bush while gently prying the pajama slacks down, exposing the area she was fingering. He stirred slightly and moaned softly, but his eyes remained closed even though she doubted that he was in deep sleep.
Randi swung her right leg over Roger's thighs and straddled him as she delicately gripped the pajama waistband and tugged them down over his slim hips. She did nothing else for several seconds except gaze at his soft, sleeping pecker. The limp hose was resting in the midst of his thick crotch forest. As she stared at it, it moved slightly like an uncoiling snake.
She rubbed her finger and hands up and down on the tops of his thighs, being careful not to touch his sensitive, slowly growing cock. As she worked, she kept her eyes locked on the fascinating sight of his prick ballooning. Big purple veins became prominent on the surface of his shiny stalk as his dick filled to half its capacity.
Her nipples tingled and hardened while her clit started to throb between her juicing cunt lips. But as her lust grew, Randi struggled to ignore the arousal attacking her body. Tonight, she decided, was going to be devoted entirely to Roger and giving him pleasure. She wanted to give him an unselfish night of release as if, for nothing else, to prove to him that she was still very much his wife and that she was willing to please.
When she could resist no longer, she cupped his balls in the palms of both hands and gently fondled their ripe fullness. This action caused his dick to immediately thrust into its full hardness and she appraised it with open awe as it jutted straight and rocket-like from the nest of bristled cock hair. Roger's was truly a powerful looking instrument and a shudder quaked over her as she admired its rigid length and impressive thickness.
Her steamy cunt juice flowed now unabated, drenching her quivering pink cunt curtained lips. The heat from his balls was adding to her arousal, but Randi persisted in her effects to administer only to Roger and his swollen cock.
Slowly, she eased her hands off Roger's nuts and ringed them around the flared base of his bulbous fuck-knob. She squeezed tightly, choking the bulging shaft and thrilling at the sight of his waxy white dome throbbing from the pressure. His huge dickhead seemed to expand and swell to even greater dimensions as she glided her gripping hands all the way down the engorged shaft to the thick, hairy base. The thickness of his dick-root caused her hands to stretch just to keep her grip firm, but she welcomed the test.
She steadied her grip on his pulsating cock-root and ducked her face over the conical knob. The delirious network of bulging veins spiraled every which way around the king-size stalk, inspiring Randi to quickly soothe this massive boner with her hot tongue. She closed her lips around his fuckknob and flicked her tongue-tip over the shiny surface, scorching strokes and licks against the spongy region.
She heard her husband groan as he twitched his hips, squirming them against the mattress while she heated up the attack of her tongue on his dickhead. She used her lips to eagerly nibble at the swollen head, teasing it with gentle, stinging snaps. As she worked, his entire cock started to tremble, threatening to force her interlocked fingers off his dickroot.
Then, his groans deepened and his eyes blinked open as he started humping his ass up and down on the bed. Randi squealed a delighted cry as she met the gingerly thrust of his ass by taking the fall, rich engorged chunk of dickhead into her mouth. She sucked it hard, then ringing the top of his shaft with her lips, she skated her tongue around the knob and dabbed into the slit.
Roger's bucking intensified and Randi reacted by licking her tongue up and down the underside ridge of his pulsating pecker. This brought gyrating shivers over the length of Roger's body as Randi hung on for dear life, clamping her mouth tightly around his pumping fuck-pole and squeezing her knees against his thighs, riding him like a bronco.
She opened her mouth as wide as possible and took every inch of his huge peter inside, feeling it nudge her throat. She felt another shudder course through his flanks and she dropped her hands to his balls in time to feel them tighten to the breaking point. As she slurped on his delicious fuck-meat, she couldn't resist the urge to rock back and forth over his thighs, igniting wonderful friction throughout her wet pussy. It took very few grinds before she climaxed, spewing her nectar out over her quivering cunt lips and jarring her senses with delightful ecstasy.
In the meantime, Roger was fucking her mouth wildly, stirring his horny cock inside the hot, gripping lips, sawing it in and out with such a joyous friction that his moans had long since become guttural cries of passionate glee.
In the next instant, Randi felt his stomach when it went rigid, then contracted three or four short, quick jolts. Jets of his hot, thick wad shot into her mouth and down her throat like a raging sea of creamy lava. She gulped the fluid frantically, swallowing the load eagerly, managing to savor its rich, salty taste even as it pumped unendingly into her mouth.
When the gushing jizz finally slowed, she coaxed more of it out by flicking her tongue against the base of his dick, tickling the top of his ball sac with her bottom lip. His spunk tasted so damn good that she hated to see it slow to a trickle, but she didn't let that stop her from sucking even harder on his spitting cock, milking his balls completely dry.
She even continued her sucking and tonguing long after the jism had stopped coming. She was sorry to feel his pecker wither slightly inside her churning mouth, but she pumped up and down on it anyway, drawing out the lusty experience. She munched on his wilting stalk even though his current squirming, she figured, was more an attempt to escape her mouth than any feelings of ecstasy.
"No more, Randi," he said in a raspy tone, gently patting her ass with his hand. "I'm drained."
She gave his dong a final hard suck then reluctantly let it slip from between her lips. She flashed a smile at him and licked a drop of his spunk from her lush, red lips. "Now, that's what I call a good midnight snack."
Roger grinned up at her sheepishly. "Well, angel, your methods are sometimes far-out, but I think you've settled me down enough so that I can get a good night sleep."
"I'm glad," she said softly, easing down on him and resting her head on his chest. "I'm glad, honey,"
It was long after he had gone to sleep before Randi's charged-up senses allowed her the same luxury. As she finally started to doze, she smacked her lips in an expression of semi-satisfaction. At least she had atoned for enjoying such wild sex in the afternoon without Roger's knowledge of consent. And, she told herself, maybe she had also earned a little freedom to sample some other delights tomorrow.
With that hopeful thought in mind, Randi fell into peaceful sleep, her right hand gently cradling Roger's limp cock.
CHAPTER SEVEN
All during the drive to the club the next morning, Roger recited the tons of chores he had waiting for him. But through his talk, Randi sensed that her husband was getting back into his groove. He seemed to be looking forward to this, the club's first full-scale day of operation as an off-season swingers club.
When they arrived at the club, Randi found the girl she had hired to perform requested massages waiting in the manager's office. She had to chuckle as Roger, who had complained of so much work waiting for him, suddenly found plenty to do in the office. As Randi greeted the girl, Joan to her, she understood Roger's reluctance to do anything other than gaze at her.
Joan was nineteen with long, wavy blonde hair framing a lovely petite face. But that was just the beginning to this girl. She had monster boobs that strained provocatively against her pink sweater and a rounded, shapely ass that filled her tight white slacks with enough allure to stop downtown traffic in a snowstorm. She was open and friendly with a fast lip-splitting smile that revealed perfect, white gleaming teeth.
With Roger puttering around the office, Randi explained to Joan what her duties would be and admitted that this was a new business for the club staff. Suggestions, Randi informed the young blonde, would be welcomed.
"Well, since you have asked for my in-put," Joan said, flashing bright, intelligent eyes, "I think I should tell you that I've sensed an uncomfortable tension among members of the staff when dealing with guests."
Randi cocked her head and noticed that Roger had stopped leering at the luscious young woman long enough to actually listen to her words.
"There seems to be the feeling among most of the staff that these swingers are sex freaks," Joan continued. "I've been here a couple of hours and I've had a chance to mingle with the first guests and observe the treatment your staff has given them."
"Are you saying you have seen staff members treat our guests rudely?" Roger said, his brow wrinkling into a concerned frown.
"No, not at all," Joan said quickly. "I think the problem is that there is a misunderstanding about swingers and what type of people most of them are. You see, most of them are intelligent, witty and have a wide range of interests. Most of your winter guests, actually, will probably be good candidates to frequent the club in the summer and enjoy the outdoor sports you offer."
"I'll speak to every staff member individually and correct any misconceptions pronto," Roger affirmed with such a stern tone that Randi had to smile. Her husband was a businessman to the core. Mention a prospect for future business and he becomes eager to take fast, decisive action.
"Pardon me, Mr. Yates, but I don't think anything so drastic is needed," Joan said. "I've experienced this sort of thing before in ether swingers clubs I've worked. Staff members not accustomed to the swinger lifestyle usually learn to shift their attitudes better when presented with good examples. What I'm trying to suggest is that the problem with the staff can be better worked out if they are given good examples to follow."
"I get it," Randi said. "You, Roger and I should make a point to greet and mingle with the guests and treat them as we would the family guests who come here for swimming and tennis. Am I reading you correctly?"
"Exactly," Joan said, flashing her brilliant smile.
"Well, that sounds fine," Roger said. "I think I should welcome you aboard, Joan, by admitting that you are what we need around here to keep us on the right path. And, thank you, Randi, for hiring Joan."
Randi couldn't hide her smug smile as her eyes dropped discreetly to her husband's crotch. From the bulge in his slacks, it was obvious that he was indeed very pleased to have Joan on the team.
Randi plunged into her duties of making the rounds with Joan by her side. Randi had quickly determined the blonde's worth to the club when she had interviewed Joan for the job. Now, her foresight was paying off big. Joan was specific and helpful with her observations and advice. Joan was making it clear to Randi that there was truly no substitute for experience.
As their tour of the club continued, Randi discovered a growing excitement sweeping over her. The club was really alive with electric activity. A sparkle was there that Randi had never before noticed. Gone was the stuffy air that had always seemed to hover throughout the club even in midsummer. Gone was the normal sedate atmosphere encouraged by the club's regular summertime members. In its place was a happy, friendly spirit that the guests brought with them. The swingers proved to be an easygoing group who didn't expect or need babysitters. They seemed happy to entertain themselves and proved quite capable of doing just that in some very unique ways.
This startling fact was made evidently clear to Randi when she and Joan entered the spacious lounge area adjoining the dining room. There, gathered in front of the huge, stone-faced fireplace, were four couples engaging in a joyous tournament of strip backgammon. The rules were a little hard to follow, but no one, including Randi, seemed to pay close attention to the rules as the game progressed.
Randi and Joan watched the action for several minutes before being enticed to join in the happy, lusty proceedings. Randi hesitated only briefly as she recalled the argument of the night before with Roger, then decided it was her duty above all else to honor the requests of the club's guests. Instantly, Randi felt at ease amid the friendly chatter and casual acceptance of nudity.
The group was a decided mixed bag of body shapes and sizes and Randi immediately found the variety a pleasing spectacle. The couple she found that she was most attracted to were, in themselves, a mixed bag. The man, Dennis, was at least in his fifties, sporting short gray hair and the trim, athletic body of a man twenty years younger. His female companion had coal-black hair that hung in soft curls to her shoulders, outlining a familiar looking face that Randi knew she had seen performing television commercials. The girl, Sara, was probably in her late teens and clung to Dennis like an adoring child. She had a willow but hotly curvaceous body and endlessly long legs. Randi caught herself several times closing her eyes and imagining those long, silky legs wrapped around her. The lewd thought surprised her, but she enjoyed the fantasy anyway. It was time to put her past taboos behind her, Randi decided as she followed Joan's lead in getting acquainted with the group of swingers.
It wasn't long before a couple silently headed hand-in-hand toward one of the massage rooms, momentarily dashing Randi's secret hope that an orgy was about to happen in front of the huge fireplace. Thankfully, she didn't have much time to linger on the disappointment as the strangely erotic backgammon game soon heated up.
Following a rapid-fire series of dice rolls, couples started peeling off their clothes and Randi was certainly getting her eyes full. She paid special attention when the dice dictated that Sara and Dennis strip down to their underwear. Things were suddenly getting very interesting and Randi didn't try to ignore the quivering of her wet cunt lips as she found herself sitting in the middle of several seminude couples.
"This action is really working you up, isn't it?" Joan asked softly, leaning against Randi and whispering into her ear.
Randi nodded without taking her eyes off the hefty bulge straining in the crotch of Dennis's shorts. "How could you tell?" she joked.
"Your nipples are ready to pop through your sweater and, if you aren't careful, you'll start to drool." Joan grinned at Randi and flashed her a wink.
Randi chuckled, started to say something, then stopped abruptly as she spotted a thin, baldheaded man suddenly bury his face between the luscious jugs of his brunette companion. Maybe an orgy was a possibility after all, she mused with inflated hopes.
From that moment the activity accelerated into a dizzy pace, causing Randi's mind to spin with the blurry images of wild sensuality She caught a glimpse of the bald headed man grabbing the firm asscheeks of his female companion while continuing to slobber over her big tits with a hungry tongue. The woman was giggling wildly and rubbing the shiny bald head as she gyrated against her lover. They seemed oblivious to the others as the bald man started slipping her panties down over her ample ass.
As if motivated by the lusty example taking place before them, others quickly ignored the backgammon game and proceeded to stroke and fondle their individual partners. Through it all, Randi paid close attention to her favorite couple: Dennis and Sara.
"Get closer," Dennis said suddenly, looking directly at Randi. "Come on. The more the merrier," he added with a hearty laugh which Sara seemed to especially appreciate.
"I think you're being paged," Joan said, nudging Randi gently in the ribs. "The silver-haired Romeo obviously likes your style."
A slight case of the jitters attacked her, but she forced herself beyond the nervousness as she glanced around once to see if Roger was lurking in the shadows, then made her move. She walked behind several couples, making her way toward Dennis and Sara.
"I believe you are our lovely hostess," Dennis said, beaming a broad smile at her as she approached.
"Yes, I am," Randi said, managing a little laugh that she hoped sounded casual. "At least, I'm one of your hosts during your stay."
The bald headed man had by now stretched his lady out on some throw cushions and was calmly ducking his shiny head between her spread thighs, lapping her juicy cunt with his flicking tongue. Randi suddenly felt very self-conscious being fully and formally dressed amid all the nudity.
"Would I offend you if I asked you and your friend to accompany Sara and me into one of the massaging rooms?" he asked. His voice was deep and manly and it sent a shiver of excitement over Randi's body.
"Well, no. Not at all," she said with a slight stammer. She found herself being totally disarmed by his suave speech and appearance. "We always try to please the guests whenever possible."
"Darling, there's such a fine party brewing here. Why don't we stick around for a few minutes?" Sara said, blinking her huge eyes lovingly at Dennis. "I'm already seeing plenty to make me happy within six feet of the fireplace."
Dennis chuckled a rich baritone laugh while rubbing Sara's shapely ass. "I see what you mean," he said, scanning over the lusty scene around them. He glanced up at Randi and flashed brilliant, penetrating eyes that instantly caused Randi's pussy to twitch. "Will staying here suit you and your friend?"
Randi was already nodding eagerly when she looked around and spotted Joan half naked, happily stroking the very hard cock of a bespeckled, sandy-haired gentleman that Randi hadn't met.
"It looks like my friend isn't wasting time," Randi said through her own deep chuckle.
"Yes, she seems to like it out here by the fireplace, too," Sara said, casting a smirky expression toward Joan and her new-found gentleman companion.
"I've found that things are always a little less strained around these clubs when the hostess joins in with the guests," Dennis said, cupping Sara's lovely tits and squeezing them provocatively.
"I think you have a good point," Randi said as she slipped off her dress. Suddenly, she was anxious to catch up with her guests and get naked as quickly as possible.
She noticed that Dennis was watching her as she stripped off her bra and she felt a sweeping exhilaration of satisfaction and pride as his eyes widened when her luscious boobs came into view. She took more delight as she saw Sara hurriedly fumble with Dennis's belt while also admiring Randi's global melon-like knockers. When Sara had pushed his slacks down to his ankles, Dennis sat on the brick fireplace hearth, his cock throbbing beneath the thin material of his jockey shorts. That particular horny sight inspired Randi to quickly strip off her own nylon panties and rush over to sit on his lap.
"Ah, you wonderful man, you," Randi said, throwing her arms around his neck and squirming her wet cunt over the delightful bulge of his pecker. "You're so hard and I haven't even touched you."
Dennis replied by pulling the waistband of his shorts down below his cock and balls, barely dislodging Randi from her perch on his lap. Instantly, Randi's eyes riveted on the attraction and she continued to gaze for long seconds at what Dennis was packing between his legs.
The older man had the biggest pair of nuts she had ever seen on any man. But, as she inspected his male equipment closer, she realized that his balls were oversized in proportion to his cock. All potatoes and no meat, she whispered to herself with a throaty groan. While his dick was plenty hard and engorged, it was no more than six inches long and, at best, of average thickness. But his tremendous goose-eggs balls were another matter.
"Believe me, honey, they store lots of come," Sara said with a wide grin and a knowing nod. It was as if Sara was reading Randi's mind. "When Dennis shoots his wad, a girl knows she's captured a real fountain of youth."
"Sounds wonderful," Randi said, smiling down at the treasure in his lap. She reached down and grabbed his dick as she slid off his lap and rested on her knees between his legs. She couldn't wait to get her hands on those huge, apple-sized orbs!
"Baby, this girl seems to have things well in hand," Sara cooed, kneeling beside Dennis and lightly tonguing his eat "I like the way she gets right down to business."
"She sure has a fine touch, Sara," Dennis said with a deep sigh.
Randi flicked her tongue around the head of his pulsating cock while kneading his meaty, hand filling balls in urgent caresses. She marveled at the way his smallish prick trembled against her lips and tongue and made a curved, distinct leftward arc.
"Hhhmmmm! I've been wanting to wrap my lips around your cock since I first saw you," she said in a breathless tone between flicks of her pink, hot tongue.
She heard Dennis groan and was pleased when he spread his legs apart wider and gently thrust his rigid dong up into her mouth. She formed a tight circle with her wet lips and accepted the slow driving pecker deeper into her mouth. She sucked on the rod, pulling it inside her mouth even as he cautiously pushed it forward.
Randi hunched forward between his legs until her huge tits were pressing against her milking hands and his enormous balls. She couldn't ignore the growing lust warming her cunt, especially along the puffy tissue that lined her sensitive pussy lips. She responded to the surging arousal by slurping his pecker fully into her churning mouth and nibbling away on his silky cock-flesh with her lips. She moaned with joy as she experienced the delightful sensation of his prick wobbling around inside the tight confines of her wet, hot mouth, dancing against her licking tongue. It was like she had captured a live fish inside her mouth and she was teasing it by not swallowing it.
"Great work," Dennis gasped, squirming and bouncing his ass around on the fireplace hearth, obviously feeling more heat than the fire was generating "You are a marvelous cocksucker"
The compliment turned her on even more as Randi coated his dick-stick with her saliva, then sucked it off with tongue-teasing licks. Her pussy was sizzling as she decided she had to force his huge nuts into her mouth if it was at all possible. The idea attracted her immediately and she quickly freed his cock from between her lips.
"Oh boy," Sara whispered. "Making the big dive now, eh?"
Randi nodded as she positioned herself by scooting backward about a foot and bending down, aware that this new position was making her lovely ass stick up alluringly. She didn't give it a moment's thought as she concentrated on getting his two gigantic nuts between her wide-stretched lips.
It took both of her hands to circle his heavy bag, but she barely managed it. Then, with his massive balls squeezed together tightly in a reddish sphere, she packed them inside her mouth. She almost gagged as she attempted to close her lips around his huge nuts. There wasn't a spare space inside her mouth as his nuts completely sealed her cavity and blocked her throat.
"Girl, you sure have a big appetite," Dennis said with a raspy groan as his powerful hands fastened behind her head. "Why don't you go back to my dick before you choke to death?"
She obeyed him by easing her mouth off his huge nuts and framing the base of his engorged pecker with her dainty hands. She leaned forward and lowered her mouth over the saliva-shiny dome of his throbbing prick. She moaned as she once again tasted his sensitive fuck-knob flesh, then suddenly tensed as she felt a pair of male hands grip her waist.
Her instinct was to pull up and glance behind to see who was preparing to mount her from the rear, but things happened too fast. She felt hot, panting breathing and, at the same time, was very much aware of her vulnerable position. She was still on her knees between Dennis's spread thighs, her satiny white ass up in the air, mooning whoever had moved in behind her.
"This is going to be fabulous," Sara cooed as she squirmed against Dennis on the fireplace hearth. She dipped her hand down onto Dennis's crotch, her fingers mingling with Randi's as they played over the older man's big, meaty balls and pulsating cock-root.
In the next instant, Randi felt the tingling sensations of a spongy dickhead probing against her juicy pussy lips and rubbing over the slippery tissues of her outer cunt lips. She swished her hips gently from side to side, encouraging the poking dong to stop teasing her twat opening. Hungrily, she opened her mouth wide and gulped in most of the straining dick, while she waited for the second cock to penetrate her slime-slick snatch. The ecstasy was rising to an incredible level as her whole body pounded with excitement.
Then, as she worked her mouth and tongue in a feverish pitch up and down the slick length of Dennis's rod, her unknown lover surprised her by shifting his cockhead up from her dripping cunt and plowing his knob right into her puckered asshole. The unexpected action caused her to bellow a guttural cry as her muscles flexed in an attempt to ward off the surprised attack. But it was too late.
Randi clamped her lips tightly around Dennis's shaft while the man behind her plunged his dong deeper into her shitter. His burning entry scorched her tender bunghole, but she was immediately thankful that he had lubed his cockhead first with her cuntal juices. There was no stopping him as he buried his dick into the quivering, tight passage of her brownie in one smooth thrust.
With the uninvited cock impaling her asshole, Randi had little choice but to twitch and gyrate, trying desperately to ease the burning feelings that inflamed her delicate shit-chute. Her groans and moans grew into yelps and hisses as she kept her lips locked around Dennis's jerking fuck-pole.
When the man fucking her asshole began withdrawing his cock, she tried to pull her head up but was stopped by Dennis's strong grip on her skull. His interlocked fingers kept her in place with her mouth glued to his dong as her unknown lover tightened his hold on her waist. Then, completely helpless to the action, the butt-fucker slammed his prick all the way back into her shitter, piercing the tender, buttery passage without mercy.
"Aaaahhh!" Randi groaned as she accepted his violent fuckstroke with a bone-jarring shudder. Her mind was suddenly reeling with mixed signals of both pain and pleasure as the sensations flowing through her nerves contradicted themselves. She decided to focus all of her attention on sucking the dick now in her mouth, hoping it would be enough to distract herself from the actions of the cock now plunging in and out of her asshole.
Randi churned her mouth and lips around Dennis's pole, slobbering over his fuck-meat, urging him to spit his hot come down her throat. She worked fast, slithering her tongue up and down his engorged pecker while frantically milking his tremendous balls with her hands. The faster she seemed to suck him, the harder her unknown lover seemed to drive his dick in and out of her burning asshole.
Gradually, a marvelous thing began to happen. Randi sensed it first, then it glowed into a reality. The burning pain in her shitter started sparking an intensifying series of pleasant jolts to her nerves. Before she realized it, she was only nibbling faintly at Dennis's quivering cockhead and concentrating instead of the terrific feelings now blasting throughout her body from the hot cock filling her bunghole. She began swirling her asscheeks and hips in huge, wide circles, savoring the lusty sensations caused by the butt-plugging dong.
Dennis, probably impatient with the sudden lack of attention his cock was receiving from Randi's mouth, pushed her head down hard, forcing her mouth to spread around his shuddering cock-stalk. His fingers tightened on her head as he started jabbing his pecker in and out of her, mouth.
Randi intensified her sucking while maintaining her wild gyrations of her hips and ass as her quaking ass-tube gripped the invading prick. She thrilled with the delightful sensations each tithe her unknown lover slammed his crotch against her steamy cunt, burying his dong all the way inside her asshole. She loved the way his dangling balls slapped her wet, twitching pussy lips at the end of each fuck-stroke and she marked each occurrence by belching a throaty gasp.
Then, at that moment when her own ecstasy was nearing the exploding point, Dennis blasted his load unannounced into her slurping mouth. Randi reacted on instinct and sucked the salty, thick soup out of his jerking cockhead and swallowed it in gulps, loving the way it slid down her throat. The rich liquid that was his man-cream seemed to set off her own eruption as her whole body shuddered. Her womanly nectar boomed from the hot depths of her twat and she felt it splash out over her hairy cunt lips.
She heard Dennis moan as his nuts emptied and she drank down every drop of his hot wad, but still she sucked on his dick. She wanted every ounce of soup from his mammoth balls. But, at the same time, she wanted the ecstasy to continue that was now flooding her body as her unknown lover hammered his cock in and out of her shuddering asshole. She relentlessly shook her head from side to side, sucking greedily on Dennis's draining dick, but concentrating more on the glorious sexsations racking her nerves as her butt-fucking lover brought her to a violent orgasm.
When Randi opened her mouth to bellow a low, animal-like groan of pleasure, Dennis's softening prick slipped away, escaping the clutches of her lips and oozing the last of his load. She maintained enough control to flick her tongue out and lick up the dribbling man-cream as it seeped over his waxy fuck-knob. While managing this, she lunged her ass back against the impaling dong that continued to split the quivering, tight cavern of her shitter.
She felt her unknown lover's fingers dig even deeper into the fleshy part of her asscheeks as he grunted and rammed his pecker dangerously close to her bowels. In the following second, she heard him grunt again and felt his strong body tense as it plastered against her back, ass and hamstrings. She could almost sense the tightening of his balls as they nestled against the hairy, smoldering lips of her pussy. And then, as she had guessed, her unknown lover shuddered and belched a loud cry of passion just as his come exploded into the dark depths of her bunghole.
As her mouth had done seconds before, how her shit-chute sucked up the gushing load of male fuckcream. The rich gravy seemed to fill her asshole and bowels and Randi could only react by shouting a lusty scream of pleasure as the huge load tripped her nerves into another series of climaxes. She buried her face into Dennis's lap as the waves of ecstasy swept over her.
The ass-fucker seemed to have an unending supply of jism as his cock sputtered and twitched for long seconds, shooting out his white, hot spunk until the stuff was running in thick rivulets down the backs of her thighs. Through it all, Randi's body convulsed in thundering orgasms, sending her slick nectar all over her trembling gash and to all the lush, silky regions surrounding her womanly nest.
Then, more abruptly than she had expected, her unknown lover jerked his spitting dong out of her asshole, slapped her rounded asscheeks while pushing away, and started making a hasty retreat. Randi recovered from the tingling sensations of multiple climaxes to lift her head off Dennis's lap and peer over her shoulder at the departing image of Horace Denson.
Even as he stumbled away through the crowd of fucking, sucking swingers, he was awkwardly pulling up his slacks. Under other circumstances the sight would have been humorous to Randi, but now she could only stare at him with a sense and expression somewhere between awe and shock.
Randi was still a long way from recovering, both from the shock of discovering who had been her unknown lover and from the nerve-stirring orgasms that had rippled through her senses, when her trembling legs gave way and she started to collapse head-long against Dennis. As she toppled forward into his strong embrace, her eyes inadvertently scanned the surrounding crowd of strangers and club guests. Through the disarray of nude bodies locked in lewd and provocative embraces, her eyes leveled on one familiar face at the far edge of the lusty orgy.
She blinked and focused her vision sharply while her brain accepted the fact that there, standing beyond the horny scene and nailing her with a cold glare suited for her outraged expression, was none other than Grace Denson.
A shivering chill raced over Randi as she hugged against Dennis's manly chest and lap. From the look of hatred and rage radiating in Grace's face and eyes, there was no doubt that she had witnessed the entire scene of her husband fucking Randi's asshole.
The chill numbing Randi's senses didn't thaw the cold fear that gripped Randi's guts.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Randi was hurrying through the dining area toward the manager's office when Roger rushed up behind her, grabbed her arm, spun her around and demanded, "What the hell have you done to Grace?" His eyes leveled at her face and his expression could have been chiseled out of cold stone. "She's in the office right now cursing and screaming about what a low-life slut you are."
She jerked her arm free from her husband's grasp and planted her hands on her hips. She had hastily redressed after gathering enough strength from the luscious ordeal of sucking Dennis off while getting butt-fucked by Horace Denson. The pleasant ache in her pussy had suddenly subsided when she had spotted Grace observing the lewd scene from a distance and now her worst fears about the consequences of that had come to pass. She returned Roger's glare, then turned and continued toward the office, realizing a confrontation with Grace was inevitable.
"You promised me you would make every effort to get along with Grace," Roger whined as he followed Randi toward the office. "This business partnership is rocky enough. Now this!"
Panic was making Randi's mind whirl as she headed toward the office. How could she explain this situation to Roger? One thing was sure, she knew. She had to calm Grace before undertaking the difficult duty of explaining things to Roger. Hopefully, she could appeal to Roger's business sense without dragging the thing into an emotional level. At least men usually understood the dollars and cents of an issue without confusing it with emotional feelings. As she pushed through the office door, she realized she would soon be putting her husband to a supreme test of that theory. Right now she had to concentrate on smoothing things over with a very uptight woman who had just seen her own husband fucking another woman's asshole in the middle of a swinger's orgy. She took a deep breath and strolled straight up to a stormy-eyed Grace Denson.
"Get out of my sight, bitch!" Grace yelled, clenching her fists and slamming them against the desktop in a rage. "Just get the fuck out of here before I claw your eyes out!"
Randi stepped around the desk until she was inches away from the woman's face. Then, with a quick, rapid-fire motion, she slapped Grace's face with two, fast, hard slaps. The smacking sounds of the two slaps cracked through the office with a startling echo. She heard Roger gasp from the doorway and watched as Grace's angry expression snapped into wide-eyed shock.
"Stop behaving like a spoiled child, Grace!" Randi hissed. "Sit down and shut up for thirty seconds. We're going to clear the air around here once and for all. All of us have too much at stake for this operation to go down the tubes because of petty jealousy."
"Is that what you call it?" Grace shot back, even as she dropped heavily into the desk chair. Absently, she rubbed her reddened cheek where Randi had left her mark. "You should pay close attention to this, Roger." Grace added, blinking her eyes toward Roger who was coming slowly into the office. "Will I tell him or will you?" she asked, fumbling nervously for her cigarette holder and a cigarette.
"I'll tell him alter you and I get things settled," Randi said in a firm tone. "In the first place, don't blame me because of something Horace did."
"That's a laugh!" Grace snorted, lighting her cigarette. "You weren't exactly screaming bloody murder to get away from him!"
"I didn't invite him to do what he did."
"What are you two talking about?" Roger said harshly as he sat on the edge of the desktop.
"So you'll get the story straight, I'll tell you," Grace said, flashing a smug smile at Randi. "Your wife was buck-naked in the lounge, bent over an old man's lap sucking his wang like a regular bitch in heat. But that wasn't enough for this horny slut. She had her ass sticking up, wiggling it around in the most disgusting way."
"Horace didn't think it was so disgusting," Randi chided hotly. "In fact, I had the distinct feeling that he was rather turned on by my little white ass."
"That's enough!" Roger snapped, coming off the desk and facing his wife with a murderous look. His whole body seemed to tremble in a rage as his face reddened and his glare hardened. Randi braced herself for the pounding of his punches that she fully expected to land at any moment. "Obviously, I can't accuse Horace of raping you," Roger said through clenched teeth. "But in the meantime, I'm going to get back to work before I get sick. Tonight if you bother to come home, Randi, don't expect to find me there."
Randi opened her mouth to speak in her own defense, but it was too late. Roger was already stormed out of the office, slamming the door with a loud crash. When she turned back around to Grace, instead of the smug, I-told-you-so expression she expected to find, Randi saw the other woman covering her face with her hands and sobbing noisily.
"Lay off the tears, Grace," Randi said with a sneer. "Your audience is gone."
"Drop dead, bitch," Grace said between sobs. "You want my husband so much, just go on and haul him away by his dong."
Ranch watched the woman cry for several more seconds as she slowly realized the sobbing performance might be genuine. Could she really believe the bullshit she was saying? The prospect amazed Ranch as she considered it. Grace was, after all, one strange lady.
"Grace. Come on, Grace. Take it easy," Ranch said, her soothing tone sounding strange even to her own ears. She moved slowly around the desk and slipped her arm over Grace's shoulders. "I'm not interested in stealing Horace away from you. The last thing I want to do is ruin your marriage. We are in this thing together. Why would I want to spoil things between you two at a time like this?"
Gradually, Grace lifted her head up off the desk and blinked teary eyes at Ranch. "You mean it, Ranch?" she asked in a shaky voice. "You really mean that you aren't trying to take Horace away from me?"
Ranch wanted to laugh at the sheer audacity of such a thought, but controlled herself long enough to smile. "Believe me, Grace," she said softly, "That idea never entered my mind. The guests requested that Joan and I join them in their fun and I made a business decision to honor their request. I didn't want any customers to feel uneasy with a member of the staff standing around, fully dressed and watching their activity"
"So Horace really did just jump you like that?"
Randi nodded. "I didn't even know it was him until afterwards and I caught a glimpse of him."
"That bastard," Grace whined. "He hasn't fucked me like that in years," she added bitterly.
Randi felt a sudden swelling of sympathy for Grace. She certainly knew what it was like to feel unwanted by a man she loves.
"I'm sure Horace still loves you very much, Grace," Randi said, not all that sure. "Sometimes men just can't pass up some things. They don't always have the control we women do. With men fucking is mostly lust anyway. It has nothing to do with love."
Grace continued to appraise Randi through teary eyes. "But I get lusty feelings all the time, Randi. Horace doesn't seem to notice or care," Grace said through quivering lips as she stuck her cigarette holder back into her mouth. "Don't you get lusty feelings sometimes, Randi?"
"Sure," Randi said, broadening her smile. "I'll tell you a secret. Just the idea of those swingers stripping and having an orgy in the lounge got me steamed up. That's why I acted the way I did. My pussy was really burning when I started sucking that old man's dick."
Grace inhaled a deep breath of cigarette smoke as she slowly smiled. "I admire you for admitting such a thing to me, Randi. I guess what Horace says about me is true."
"What does he say about you?" Randi asked, her warmth toward Grace increasing.
"He says that I'm a cold, dry cunt," Grace said, the beginnings of a blush darkening her face. "I guess if I'm honest with you and myself, I can't really blame Horace for humping you like he did. Over the years, Horace and I have seemed to turn each other off more than anything. Neither of us, I'm convinced, want it that way."
"Well, both of you still have plenty of time to do something about that," Randi said, patting Grace's shoulder. On impulse, she leaned forward and pecked a kiss on Grace's cheek. Randi was surprised by how vulnerable Grace really was. Plus, the older woman's problems and concerns had also plagued Randi and she realized how much she and Grace had in common. Perhaps, she mused, the problems were the same with most women. At any rate, she couldn't deny the feeling of deep sympathy she suddenly felt for Grace. "Believe me, Grace, I understand what you've been going through" Randi added. "You are a lovely woman with a bright, happy future. Keep your chin up and don't be afraid to express your true feelings to Horace. You'll be surprised how understanding he'll be."
"You really think so?"
Randi nodded. "Maybe you shouldn't take advice from a woman who may have her own house in bad order, but I still believe you and Horace can work things out."
Grace cupped her hands around Randi's and flashed her own smile of sympathy. "Roger wouldn't dare lose you," Grace said, squeezing Randi's hands gently.
Randi shrugged. "We've had our ups and downs, but if we survive this new club operation together, nothing will be strong enough to wreck our marriage."
Grace rubbed Randi's hands over her face and moaned softly. Her eyes seemed to sparkle through the evaporating tears.
"I've got another small confession to make," Grace said so softly that Randi had to strain to hear. "I've ... well ... I've been attracted to you since the first time we met. I feel like such a fool saying that now, but it's a fact. I've never felt this way about another woman and I hope you won't be offended by this, but ..."
Her stammered words struck Randi with a mixture of shock and dismay. God, she thought. You really can't tell by outward appearances what's going on in a person's mind. She had to stifle an audible gasp as the impact of Grace's words hit home. Obviously, Randi would have never imagined Grace as the type of woman to be attracted to another woman. The fact that it was her that Grace held secret desires for was even more surprising.
"I'm not offended, Grace," Randi said quickly, stroking the side of the older woman's face with delicate massages. "Far from it. I'm flattered."
"You really mean it? You aren't mocking me?"
"No. You know me better than that," Randi said seriously. "If I have a major failing, it is that I speak exactly what's on my mind and damn the consequences. I always assumed my outspokenness didn't suit you. I guess I was wrong about that and a lot of other things."
"Well, your boldness has sometimes made me uneasy," Grace said with a sly grin as she directed Randi's hand downward.
Randi held her breath as Grace maneuvered her hands down over the older woman's neck and chest. She kept her eyes leveled on Grace as Grace coyly planted Randi's hands over her swelling boobs. Randi was stunned by the bold, unexpected action, but she didn't dare pull her hands away. The last thing she wanted to do now was to upset the older woman. If she had learned anything in the last few minutes, it was that she and Grace had more in common than she had realized. She felt she owed Grace a little compassion and tenderness if, for no other reason, than Randi knew she had thought unkindly of Grace and she had been wrong.
"That feels wonderful," Grace said softly, her face now blushing a deep crimson. "It may sound strange, but this makes me feel like a real woman. Does that make sense?"
Randi nodded. "I think we women should always be able to feel love toward one another without being declared out and out lesbos or dykes. After all, who can better soothe another woman's pain than a woman who has experienced the same hurt?"
"I knew you would understand," Grace said in a raspy whisper.
What Randi didn't understand was the sudden quivering in her cunt and the lusty pulsating of her clit as she kneaded the ample tit-flesh straining the front of Grace's dress. The older woman certainly had an impressive pair of jugs and Randi was pleasantly surprised to discover that she wasn't wearing a bra. Randi was happily surprised at how quickly her pussy was juicing just from the sensual squeezes she was giving the older woman's tits.
"Is it making you hot?" Grace asked, her tone still a husky whisper.
"Oh, yes," Randi admitted, slipping a hand between buttons on Grace's dress and finally touching the naked, shapely flesh of her luscious tits. "I want to suck your nipples."
Grace beamed a broad smile as she quickly unfastened her buttons and peeled her dress off her shoulders. As the dress fell to her waist, she leaned back in the desk chair, fully exposing her proud, ripe jugs. "Horace used to say my titties were special," she said with an embarrassed chuckle.
"Wow, they still are," Randi said as she lovingly cupped the twin globes in both hands and leaned forward enough to flick her tongue over the stiffening, pink darts. "Hhhhmmmmm!" she moaned as she massaged the rubbery nipples with her tongue, wetly covering them with her hot saliva and thrilling at the way they throbbed into hard points.
Grace squirmed in the chair and groaned with pleasure as Randi whipped her tongue in broad swirling motions over Grace's nipples. "Yeah, yeah!" she hissed, her teeth still clutching her ever present cigarette holder. "My pussy is really sopping wet with cunt cream. Oh, my, you are making me so damn horny!"
Randi didn't wait for another cue as she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Grace's chair and gathered the folds of the older woman's dress up around her hips. She nestled her head between the nyloned-encased thighs and found herself immediately intrigued and delighted by the alluring sight of old fashioned garters supporting the stockings. For a brief moment, Randi had a full understanding of why men liked the sexy, feminine equipment that, sadly, seemed to be giving way to the convenience of panty hose. There was something very exciting about the stocking tops and the fleshy upper thighs that were fully exposed above them. She couldn't wait to bury her face squarely into the older woman's wet, hairy gash.
Grace shuddered in an involuntary spasm as she lifted her spread legs and braced her feet on top of the desk. She held her dress up around her waist and scooted her ass forward in the chair, providing Randi with easy access to her steaming twat.
It all happened so fast as Randi urgently slithered her tongue up and down Grace's inner thighs, streaking her tongue-tip over the sexy, hoseless sections of her thigh tops. With deft eagerness, Randi knifed her tongue beneath the elastic band of the crotch of Grace's pink panties and instantly tasted the older woman's sweet nectar.
"Jesus! I never knew how great this could feel!" Grace yelped, humping her ass off the chair and thrusting her seething pussy hard into Randi's tongue and lips. "Aaaaahhhh! I'm already cornlag!"
Randi hungrily slurped up the rich nectar pouring from Grace's gash. She loved the way the older woman's damp pussy thatch tickled her lips as she tongued her way toward the elongated pearl that was twitching violently amid the slick cuntal tissues. When Randi's tongue-tip touched the sensitive clit, the older woman screamed with utter joy and frantically grabbed Randi's head with her hands while clamping her thighs together, pinning Randi's mouth in place against the convulsing snatch.
Randi toyed with the throbbing clit tongue whipping it then stroking it with her teeth. Her own senses tingled with lust as she drove the older woman into new heights of ecstasy. Sometimes, she now realized, giving was just as good as receiving.
"Oooohhhh, get ready!" Grace yelled, squeezing her fingers and thighs against Randi's entrapped head. "I'm blasting more juice! God, I can't stop coming!"
As the pussy belched more womanly cream, Randi slipped her stiffened tongue directly into the fuck-channel, piercing the delicate pulpy membranes and savoring the taste of the gushing, thick juices. She used her tongue like a hard cock, knowing that Grace was starving for a good, solid fucking. She plunged her tongue in and out of the older woman's cunt, enjoying the response her actions were causing. Grace's excitement and ecstasy was rubbing off and Randi thrilled as her own cunt lips quivered and juiced. Plowing the older woman's gash was proving to be quite stimulating.
Randi speared her tongue as deep as possible into Grace's twat, heard the older woman bellow a cry of passionate joy, and figured she was doing something right. But, in the next instant, she realized that something was terribly wrong. Grace was suddenly jerking her feet off the desk and shoving Randi's face away from between her thighs. Her cries of passion seemed horribly choked and, as Randi scrambled up from the floor, she quickly saw the reason for Grace's sudden change of attitude.
Standing in the office doorway, a shocked expression etched across his face, was Horace. His owl-like eyes were the size of silver dollars and his stunned features seemed waxy and the color of dirty bed sheets.
Randi felt foolish standing beside the desk chair, frantically trying to rearrange her hair while Grace tried desperately to calm the waves of orgasm that rolled over her trembling body. Randi's mind whirled, but she couldn't think of anything appropriate to say to Horace.
"I knew I would find you here, Grace," he said in a husky whisper. "I didn't expect to find you getting your cunt sucked by Randi."
"You shouldn't object, Horace," Grace said, her voice still labored from the violence of her repeated orgasms. "Randi has been giving me more action the last five minutes than you've given me in months. I had almost forgotten how hot my pussy could get."
As Randi watched, Grace slowly lifted her legs up and planted her heels on the edge of the chair seat. She gathered her dress up in a tight bundle around her waist and flashed her husband a full view of her wet, spread twat. Randi slowly backed away from the desk, not knowing what reaction Horace would have to the sight of his wife's puffed pussy lips on lewd display, showing clear evidence of the lusty tonguing it had just received.
Suddenly, Horace threw his head back and laughed heartily. "And I always thought you were a cold cunt prude, Grace," he said through his chuckles. "If we end up broke from this business venture it will still be worth it. The atmosphere here must have thawed you out."
"Randi had more to do with it," Grace said with a wink as she spread apart her slimy cunt lips with her fingertips. "Seems like we both owe Randi for services rendered."
The color quickly came back into Horace's features and Randi noted that he was now sporting a healthy blush as he hurriedly unbuckled his slacks and moved toward the desk and his wife. As his slacks fell to his ankles, Randi's eyes locked on the sight of his hardening dong. She enjoyed a special shudder of pleasure as she remembered fondly that his pecker had so recently been tightly crammed inside her asshole.
She watched as Horace moved around the desk, holding his prick at the thick base and aiming it toward his wife's eager snatch. She moaned as Horace braced his hands on the armrests of the chair and poked his dick straight into his wife's wet pussy. She absently reached between her legs and rubbed her aching cunt as she watched the horny sight of Horace pounding his cock into 6race's stretched twat.
Maybe the swinging atmosphere of the club was turning all of them into fuck-crazy hornies, Randi thought as she watched Grace's creamy cunt swallow up Horace's dick. She wasn't complaining and, from the expression on Grace's face and her husband's, Randi knew they were experiencing nothing but satisfaction.
CHAPTER NINE
Sleeping alone proved to be an impossible task for Randi. It wasn't that she was horny for a hot, hard cock to quench the thirsty flames of desire that raged inside her cunt. No. She found herself truly missing Roger. With him not even in the house, Randi felt an empty sense, a void that was very painful. She couldn't deny a strong sense of guilt as she tossed and turned on the big, empty bed. This most recent splitting was due completely to her lusty escapade in the club lounge and there was no way she could gloss over that fact. Roger, she admitted, had a right to be disgusted with her. Not so much for her actions, but because she tried to hide her actions from him.
She stirred on the big bed and finally sat up. There was no use pretending that she would sleep tonight. She stepped across the bedroom and quickly dressed. If she was going to be miserable, she decided to at least find someone to share her misery. As selfish as that was, Randi left the house determined not to apologize for being human.
She drove directly to Joan Taber's apartment, trusting that the young blonde wouldn't be too upset at welcoming a late-night guest. Joan, Randi was convinced, had been her best move since the opening of the club under its new operation. Someone like Joan, Randi believed, could help her with her current problem concerning Roger. After all, Joan wasn't new to the swinging scene and she had apparently seen all kinds of tensions such freewheeling lifestyles bring to couples. Certainly Joan wouldn't be shocked by anything Randi could tell her. Wise advice and understanding were a couple of things Randi felt like she could use at this time.
She parked the car and strolled up the well lighted walkway to Joan's apartment. Joan had provided the address on her formal job application form and Randi, perhaps sensing from the very beginning that she would need Joan's council, had memorized the address. She was grateful for that foresight as she rang the bell and prepared to greet Joan with a rash of heart-felt apologies for the late hour intrusion.
She waited several seconds before ringing the bell a second time. Finally, a light came on behind the door and she heard the sound of the dead-bolt lock freeing the door. Then Joan peeked her head around the door and, Randi thought, did a marvelous job of concealing surprise at seeing her midnight visitor.
"I know it's late, Joan and this is a terrible ..." Randi began, only to have her words cut off by Joan.
"Forget it," Joan said, opening the door wide for Randi. "I wasn't asleep," she added with a smirky grin and a wink. "Come in and get warm."
Randi entered the cozy apartment and noticed that Joan was alluringly dressed in a flimsy, see-through white negligee. The spider-web material did nothing to hide the creamy nudity of Joan and her lush curves as she led Randi deeper into the apartment.
"I must be disturbing you," Randi said, flashing her own lewd grin at the masseuse. "I'll be happy to fix myself some coffee and stay quietly in your kitchen."
"Don't be ridiculous," Joan said with a giggle. "I've never believed in sneaking around. Besides, it's a lot more healthy when everything is out in the open. Don't be shy. Follow me"
Randi followed the luscious blonde down a short hallway and into a partially opened doorway. She stopped frozen one step inside the bedroom, her eyes locked on the image of Roger sprawled nude across the bed, a sheepish smile suddenly slipping from his face as he spotted his wife. Randi gasped with shocked surprise and immediately saw her husband's hard cock wilt to half-staff limpness.
"I believe you two know each other," Joan said with a soft chuckle. She sat demurely on the foot of the bed and crossed her long, shapely legs. "Lighten up, Randi," she said brightly. "Now is a perfect time for you two to settle this nonsense."
"Hypocritical bastard!" Randi hissed, charging up to the bed and her husband. "You son of a bitch! Getting pissed off at me for fucking around and here you are holding your dick in an employee's bed!"
"Cool it, Randi," Roger said, sitting up on the bed as his cock fell all the way like a limp noodle. "Being the outraged wife doesn't fit you."
"Fuck yourself, Roger Yates!" Randi yelled as her anger boiled. "You've had a hard on for Joan ever since you first saw her this morning. Hell, I've got eyes. You damn near shot your wad in the office this morning just looking at her. You've been planning this little evening ever since then. Admit it, you lying bastard! You found a good excuse not to come home tonight so you could sneak over here and fuck Joan behind my back!"
"Regardless of this morning, he sure doesn't have a hard on now," Joan intoned with another tiny chuckle.
Her casual tone and easy laughter caused Randi to suddenly stop her yelling and face Joan. As she looked into the blonde's lovely, smiling face, it slowly dawned on her that she was acting like a regular bitch. Roger was right, she knew. Acting like a bitchy wife wasn't her normal behavior and she now regretted slipping into that distasteful role. Joan had made her point well.
She willed herself to calm down as she slumped down onto the bed beside Joan. She glanced at her husband and managed a small grin.
"Wanna tell me what a good fuck Joan is?" Randi asked, lightly scratching her husband's leg.
"We could've shown you if you hadn't of barged in here screaming and shouting like the world's last scorned woman," Joan said, easing down on the bed, lazily running her fingertips through the matted forest of Roger's cock hair. "Roger, you think we can get your dick back to life?"
"I think you're already doing that," Roger said, looking down at his prick quickly throbbed into fresh awakening.
Randi watched the spectacle with unblinking eyes, finding herself fascinated by the horny sight of her husband's huge pecker inflating. "At least you have good taste in your women, Roger," she said without taking her eyes off his rising dick. "I really can't blame you for wanting to fuck Joan. She is very beautiful."
"Why don't you stop talking and put your mouth to better use," Roger said as his cock pulsated into a half-hard state. "No reason for Joan to have to do all the work."
"Your husband has a wonderful idea," Joan said as she tangled her fingertips around his bristled dick halt "I love watching a lady eat cock. Of course, I like it even better when I'm the lady eating the cock."
Randi laughed a deep, throaty chuckle and quickly scooted up on the bed until her mouth was inches from her husband's dong. "You watch, honey," Randi said. "See if I do it right."
Randi flicked her tongue out and licked Roger's cockhead, causing it to immediately spring against her touch. Quickly, she dipped her face down and sucked his growing pecker between her lips, thrilling by the sensations of his cock hardening inside her warm mouth. She moaned as his rod filled her mouth and her nipples tingled into rubbery, stiff points.
"Mmmmmmm!" Roger's deep masculine voice groaned as he squirmed his ass against the mattress. "How's that for rising to the occasion?"
"I don't believe your wife can answer you," Joan said with a giggle as she untied the thin belt of her negligee. Her mammoth tits instantly spilled out into full, lush view, sporting tremendous pink nipples. "Her mouth is too full."
Roger's cock was like a hot, pulsating hose as it thundered into its full hardness. Randi felt the rod as it stretched her mouth, bulging her cheeks out. She didn't hesitate now to suck hungrily on the huge, swollen fuck-knob, knowing that she was thrilling Roger and loving the sparkling sensations that swept over her body. Eating Roger had always turned her on and now she knew why. He was the one man she truly loved and nothing pleased her more than satisfying him.
She cupped her hands over his balls and massaged them as she chewed on his dick. She munched the prick around in her mouth, showering it with her hot saliva, then licking it clean with her tongue. She used her tongue-tip to toy with his sensitive piss slit, then suddenly opened her mouth to its limit and gulped in as much of his rock-hard shaft as possible. She clamped her lips firmly around the thick, hairy base of his dong and nibbled away.
"Get up here and sit on my face," Roger said to Joan, his tongue husky with lust. "Randi is about to get a mouthful of spunk at the rate she's going. I need something to take my mind off what she's doing to my cock." "No need to explain a thing, darling," Joan said eagerly as she scrambled upon her knees, whipping off her negligee. "I never turn down an invitation like that."
Randi blinked her eyes up without taking her mouth away from Roger's dick, anxious to catch the horny sight of Joan straddling Roger's face. She surprised herself by not feeling any sense of jealousy as the other woman lowered a strange pussy over her husband's mouth. Randi took it with a sense of pride that she didn't feel threatened by Joan's bold action or that Roger had demanded the action in the first place. Maybe, she reasoned, I'm feeling really secure in my relationship with my husband.
She didn't allow herself more time to dwell on her thoughts and feelings. Instead, she concentrated on sucking Roger's cock and savoring the glorious spasms that were rocking her juicing cunt. She felt her twitching cunt pound and throb as she chewed on her husband's dick and milked his balls with her fingers.
"Ooooohhhh, yyyeeeaaahhh!" Joan shrieked, her shrill cry of pleasure piercing the silent bedroom. "You're driving me wild, Roger! Aaaaahhhhh! That's beautiful what you're doing to my cunt!"
Randi had no trouble hearing the slurping sounds Roger was making as he lapped up Joan's cuntal juices. Hot lust was now flowing through her veins as her pussy fluid dampened her quivering cunt lips and even wet her inside thighs. Still, she worked her mouth and tongue up and down over his bullet-shaped dick even as he now rammed it in and out of her mouth. His ass was actually bouncing up and down on the mattress and Randi loved the way he was fucking her mouth.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Joan yelled and Randi strained to watch as the gorgeous blonde shuddered and gyrated as she rode Roger's face. Then, Roger's strong hands gripped Joan's shapely asscheeks and easily lifted her up and off, causing her to topple in a gasping heap beside him on the bed.
"Get up here now, Randi," Roger ordered, his face glistening with Joan's pussy nectar. "I wanna taste your juice before I fuck you."
"Yes, sir!" Randi said happily as she popped his dong out of her mouth and hastily stripped off her clothes.
Within seconds she was naked and starting to sit on her husband's face. Then, just as she mounted him, he shook his head and instructed her to face his feet.
"I like the way you suck my dick," he said. "Keep doing it while I'm eating your cunt."
Randi didn't have to be told twice as she made the necessary adjustment in position and settled herself with her pussy squarely over his mouth. Now, gazing down on his rigid pecker, she leaned forward, her big boobs rubbing against his chest and stomach and, just as she recaptured his fuckknob between her lips, she felt Roger's tongue knife between her juicy cunt lips.
She thought she would faint with arousal as his magic tongue did wonders spearing through her cream-slimy cuntal tissues, plugging her spasming pussy passage. She bounced, gently up and down, careful not to get carried away, and discovered that it helped her as she puckered her lips and moved them up and down on his engorged fuck-pole.
Her pussy was on fire as he tongue-fucked her cunt channel and she suddenly felt a mad rushing of her womanly cream out, lubing his probing tongue. Her entire body shook as the intense heat in the depths of her coming snatch radiated a nerve-tingling ecstasy to every region of her body. She opened her mouth wide to scream with pleasure only to almost gag as Roger rammed his hard dick straight into her mouth with a violent thrust, nudging her throat. She reacted quickly and managed to accommodate his plunging prick, sucking on it with inspired zeal. She closed her eyes and savored the tremendous sensations that swept over her.
Then, as if being swept away by a strong, silent wind in a dream, she felt herself being lifted, propelled effortlessly as Roger grabbed her waist and placed her on top of his raging hard cock. She shrieked with joy as he lowered her onto his dick, maneuvering her like a rag doll. The force and friction of Roger's big stiff pecker-head cutting through her trembling, sensitive cuntal membranes snapped her senses into alertness. She threw her head back and yelled a guttural cry of passion as his searing dong speared through her twat opening.
"Oh, God, you're tight," he hissed with obvious pleasure as his strong fingers squeezed her waist.
Randi tried to brace herself atop his impaling prick, but her efforts were useless. Roger was in total control as his strong hands positioned her and his pumping dick nailed her in place. She shivered with delight as his huge cockhead popped through her tight pussy hole and her clinging snatch pulp enveloped it. She wiggled her ass as much as she could within a small radius that Roger had left her, then he hammered his rod all the way into her seething canal.
She bellowed with lust as his manly fuck-rod filled her womanly cavern and she sat fully on his crotch. She dropped her hands down to his balls and fondled them lovingly as she savored the glorious sensations of having her husband's pecker lodged tightly inside her cunt. But he didn't allow her much rest as he lifted her back up and held her in place as he again rammed his prick hard into her convulsing pussy pulp.
Time after time, she erupted into a string of mind-numbing orgasms, each one more intense than the one before. Her continual cries of joy made her voice hoarse and raspy as Roger bounced her up and down on his ramrodding dong. Through it all, she rode his mammoth fuck-pole with wild abandon, confined in her motions and strokes by his strong hands and manly guidance. The ecstasy overloaded her system and she could no longer separate the isolated pockets of pleasures as they blended together. Her whole body felt singed into a single, welded mass of shuddering, vibrating joy.
Finally, with a final deep thrust of his pile driving cock, his white, hot come flew out the tight slit of his dick and rained inside Randi's cream oozing, smoldering cunthole. He screamed passionately as his load belched into her quivering crevice, drenching the spasming, pink walls of her hungry womanly canal. Her pussy worked feverishly, slurping up his jizz, milking his shaft dry as she slumped and slowly fell forward face-down between his spread thighs, twitching and moaning in ecstasy.
It was dawn before Randi drifted into a peaceful, secure sleep. Her last conscious thought was how wonderful it felt having Joan gently sucking Roger's spunk out of her throbbing, puffed pussy. She sighed deeply and slept like a baby, her fingers wrapped protectively around Roger's spent pecker.
CHAPTER TEN
Winter finally lost its grip on a timid spring and the snows eventually melted. On a Sunday evening in mid-April, Randi, Roger, Horace, Grace and Joan said goodbye to the last of the club's swinging couples for the season. It was a melancholy time for Randi and the others, but as they gathered in the empty lounge for drinks, the sad mood was convincingly soothed by a fast tally of the books. The club's profits had boomed during the experimental venture and a somber occasion soon transformed into a gleeful party atmosphere.
"We pulled it off!" Roger announced with a Cheerful lifting of his bourbon glass. "We did it! We saved the club and found a very painless way to do it. By next year, I predict our off-season operation will make more money than our normal spring and summer activities."
His announcement was greeted with hearty shouts of laughter and cheers. Randi savored the scene, relishing the glow of friendship and happiness that bathed her. She gulped her drink and quickly refilled her glass. They had earned this celebration, she decided as she threw her arm around Grace's shoulders and hugged the older woman tightly to her.
Later, Randi couldn't recall precisely how it had started, but her first memory of the wild celebration that followed was seeing Horace uncharacteristically strip and lunge toward a giggling Joan. Within seconds, Horace had buried his face between Joan's huge tits and eased her down on the floor beside the table where the others were happily drinking. Shrieks of laughter greeted Horace's bold action and even Grace, now secure in her marriage and love of her man, seemed to enjoy the lewd sight of her husband eagerly humping the lovely masseuse.
From that opening image, following events whirled through Randi's mind in a spinning montage of lusty scenes. Some time during Horace's wild fucking of Joan, Grace leaped up from the table, peeled off her clothes and thrust her naked, hairy pussy straight into her husband's face as he pumped away on Joan.
About this time, Randi got inspired to join in the fun. She stripped off her clothes and offered her full, lush tits to Grace. The older woman gladly accepted them, sucking first one, then the other with eager, tongue-licking strokes while Horace continued to administer to Grace's now syrupy slick cunt.
Panting and groaning filled the lounge as Joan lewdly humped her pussy up to meet each driving thrust of Horace's rod, gasping with delight following each fuck-stroke of his hard dong. Seconds later, Randi felt Roger's hands slip around her slender waist and rest at the top of her hairy pussy patch. She moaned as she felt her husband's naked body press against her back and ass, his huge cock throbbing into her sensitive asscheeks.
Grace, her knees trembling from the scorching tongue-attacks of Horace, suddenly dropped on Joan's face and squealed with delight as her husband's tongue was replaced by Joan's darting tongue rimming her slippery pussy lips. Without missing a fuck-stroke, Horace leaned forward and sucked his wife's jugs into his mouth.
"Brace yourself on Grace's shoulders," Roger ordered Randi. "Spread your legs wide and keep your lovely ass high in the air."
Hot passion simmered through Randi as she complied with her husband's wishes. "Sir, are you about to violate my poor, tender little bunghole?"
Roger chuckled and playfully slapped her asscheeks. "Assume the position, lady," he said in mocked sternness. "You know how your tight shitter drives me crazy."
"Oh, I know all right," Randi said as she braced her hands on Grace's shoulders and thrust her ass out for her husband's use.
Randi's cunt sizzled as she felt Roger's strong hands delicately roam over her shapely asscheeks. Then, she groaned as he poked his swollen cockhead between her asscrack and rubbed it toward her puckered asshole. Her sweet, pulsating pussy juiced as his dong-head pried apart her asscheeks and continued its hot search for her shitter. Once, he purposely dipped his fuck-knob into her creamy cunt lips, lubing his drill for the wonderful butt-plugging that was to follow.
"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned as his spongy dickhead finally touched her contracting asshole. She felt his slight pressure and she suddenly rammed backward hard into his rigid fuck-pole just as he plunged his dong forward.
Their combined efforts caused his dick to slice into her buttery shitter halfway before the strangling-tight walls of her shit-chute clamped around the invading prong, stopping its progress. Randi belched a cry as she shuddered in the thrilling mixture of pain and pleasure while the tight notch of her bunghole gripped his imbedded pecker.
"Aaahhh, baby, I love you so much," Roger whispered.
Randi felt a ripple of pleasure surge through her as she heard his endearing words. Lust poured from her along with her cuntal cream as she glowed from his words of love. She screamed with utter joy as she felt his delicious, big beefy prick stretching her delicate asshole and digging deeper and deeper into her most intimate crevice. Then, with a final lunge, his huge cock was fully lodged inside her brownie and the sensations made her brain buzz. The ecstasy engulfed her and she wildly rotated her ass in wide circles.
"God, yeeeessss!" she screamed as he quickly pulled his cock out, only to slam it back fully into her trembling bunghole. "Fuck me! Fuck my asshole harder!" she pleaded. "Yes, yes, yyyeeesss, Roger! Fuck me good!"
She felt the dripping ooze of her thick nectar coating her pussy lips as she wiggled her ass wildly around his plunging dick. When he slipped his hands around her waist and dipped his fingertips into her busy cunt, touching her shuddering clit, Randi almost fainted from the sudden surge of passion.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she hollered, punctuating the air with her guttural cries of joy. The violence of her orgasm seemed to blow the lid off her pussy and she somehow endured the glorious explosion even as Roger continued to hammer his dong in and out of her asshole.
The speed and rhythm of his butt-fucking caused his big round balls to slap against her wet twat at the end of each hard stroke, and Randi could almost tell when his climax was neat She felt his balls tighten, then she experienced the gushing of his blasting spunk as it splashed into her tight asshole and bathed her bowels.
"Oh, Roger! Give it to me! Give it all to me!" she pleaded breathlessly as his cock spurted his hot wad into her shifter.
She tried to speak again but her voice, got lost in the massive lurching of another juicy rip-roaring climax. She let herself go, being carried away by the lust and love of her man.
