Chapter 7
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.