Deedee & Randall; 1977

[mr mike]

The two couples were sitting around the tiny round table in the kitchenette eating a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon. Bradley, Mel and Cindy were drinking Bloody Marys, while Randall drank a glass of orange juice. He only drank beer and wine, and never before sunset.
'You know,' said Bradley gesturing to Randall and Cindy with a forkful of eggs, 'I could make a movie with just you two. Randy, your name in the credits could be 'Billy Biggg' with three G's-'

'With three 'G's'?!' laughed Randall.

'What about MY name?' asked Cindy, playing along.

Bradley chewed on his lower lip and raised his eyes to the ceiling. '....... How about 'Petunia St Jacques' ?'

'Petunia St Jacques?!' Mel shrieked in laughter, slapping a palm on the table and shaking the breakfast plates and tumblers, 'HA HA HA!!!'

'So what would be the plot?' asked Randall over Mel's hysterical laughter.

Bradley thought for a moment. 'You could be a TV repairman and Petunia St Jaques be here, could be a horny housewife who's tiny-dicked husband is it work-'

'We can call him 'Dickie Sr'!' laughed Cindy, interupting.

'What if people recognize us?' asked Randall.

'We have those masks...' suggested Bradley. 'We could pretend it's... Halloween?'

'Brilliant!' snorted Mel, sarcastically.

'Oh, those masks don't work!', said Cindy. 'I recognized most of the couples in your home movie last night!'

'Really?' asked Randall.

'We had a good time last night, huh?' said Mel, changing the subject.

Randall and Cindy bobbed their heads, grinning.

'It would be great to invite you guys and Dee, and some other boyfriend besides that Chuck guy, over for some hot tubbing.' said Bradley.

Randall and Cindy looked at each other.

'Charles doesn't respect DeeDee at all,' said Mel, lighting a cigarette. 'He acts like he's doing DeeDee a favor by dating her. If I had that small of a weenie, I would worship the ground she walked on, like you do for Cindy, Randall!'

Randall's face turned red. 'Is it THAT obvious?'

Bradley winked at Randall and held up a little finger, 'Cindy's got you wrapped right around here, pal!'

Mel covered her mouth before giggling and bobbed her head in agreement.

Cindy looked at Bradley and Mel and gave them a double high-beamed smile of triumph.

 

[mr mike]

Randall and Cindy stood at the door of the tiny fishing cottage, saying their goodbyes to their hosts. They were wearing last night's clothes while Bradley and Mel were still wearing their clothes.

While they had been dressing, the wall phone constantly rang for Bradley.

'Guys like to call right after church and make an appointment to perform for the camera with their wife or girlfriend right after Sunday dinner,' Mel explained to Cindy & Randall. 'Sometimes a guy will call who was referred by another guy, and asks if we provide the girls!' she laughed. 'We tell them no! you have to provide your own girl!'

'We've done a few threesome's, too!' grinned Bradley. 'Usually it's a guy and two girlfriends, but one time it was actually a girl and two guys.'

'Anyway, Cindy,' said Mel, 'I'll call you next week.'

Cindy gave Mel her most brilliant inviting smile. 'Come over while the boys are at school next week and I'll make us lunch!'

Mel gave Cindy a grateful smile of relief and Bradley winked at Randall. Randall reminded himself that Cindy and Mel's friendship was none of his business.

They hugged and shook hands all around.

'See you at the roller rink!' Bradley called after them as Randall and Cindy walked down the driveway.

 

[mr mike]

Randall and Cindy walked down the slippery driveway arm in arm carrying their overnight bags. There was about two new inches of fluffy snow was being whipped around by the wind under a clear blue sky.

They got into Randall's green Pontiac and headed down the unplowed gravel road, three 20 pound bags of kitty litter in the trunk giving some weight to the rear wheel drive.

'We had some fun last night and this morning, huh?' Cindy cuddled up next to Randall on the bench seat.

They reached the two-lane blacktop that led to Cindy's apartment building and Randall was pleased to discover it was recently plowed.

Cindy reached over and squeezed her admirer's long fat penis through his baggy chinos. 'Wanna blowjob when we get back?' she asked coyly.

'What?!' said Randall, genuinely surprised. 'You're not going to make me beg?!'

Cindy laughed. 'I'm your gal, right, Randall?'

'Of course you are!' said Randall, placing his arm around your shoulder.

'I mean, not just your number 1 gal, but your ONLY gal, right?' asked Cindy.

Randall turned his head to look at her. 'You're the only girl I'm dating, if that's what you mean.'

'Good!' said Cindy. 'I believe you. You realize we live in a small town, right?'

'Right,' said Randall, unsure where this conversation was heading.

'Well, if I hear about you dating another woman, you know what I'm going to do?' asked Cindy.

Umm, what?' asked a nervous Randall.

'I'm going to call up my ex-husband, Dickie Sr and have him come over so I can suck him off good. Then I'm going to call you and tell you ALL about it!' laughed Cindy.

Randall didn't want to believe Cindy could be so cruel to him.

She gave his penis another squeeze through his pants. 'I'm not sharing your horsey's cock with anyone!' she looked him straight in the eye without even a hint of a smile.

 

[mr mike]

Cindy and Randall were lying in her bed in their underwear, smoking Randall's last fat joint and laughing hysterically at FRANCIS JOINS THE WACS, starring Francis the Talking Mule and Donald O'Connor, when the kitchen wall phone rang.

'I better get that,' said Cindy, handing the joint back to Randall.

She answered on the fourth ring and sat down at the kitchen table. 'Hello? Oh hi, Dickie. How are the boys?......What have you guys been doing all weekend?......Helping your dad out on the farm, huh?......At church all morning, if it's any of your business......'

Randall appeared at the doorway of the kitchen. Cindy put a finger to her lips and motioned Randall to come closer. Randall stood in front of her in stocking feet.

'I told you, Dickie, he's my admirer, NOT my boyfriend, and NO, I haven't seen him all weekend, if it's any of your business!' Cindy put the phone in the crook of her neck and yanked Randall's boxers down to his knees. Cindy looked up at Randall, smiling and licking her lips.

'You know, I think your roommate, Shrinky-Dink, may be right!' Cindy started playing with her admirer's stiffening cock.

'About the size of Ranger Randall's penis, that's what!' Cindy rolled her eyes up at her lover. 'Well, ever since he escorted me to the roller rink last month, word got around we were dating, and women at church and the Red Owl have been asking me if the rumors about Randall are true!' She gave the swollen flared glans in front of her a gentle, silent kiss.

'When I asked 'What rumor?' they would always say something like 'That he's blessed' or 'That he's big in the shorts' or 'That he's super well-hung' or 'That he has a REALLY big dick'!

Cindy pulled a cloth measuring tape from her purse on the table and carefully measured the big bent erection bobbing a foot from her face before looking up and giving him a thumbs up with her most brilliant smile. Randall returned the smile and thumbs up.

'When I asked where they heard a rumor like that, they all laughed at me and asked me if I had ever checked out the bulge in the front of his pants!......Not being a 'size-matters' kind of a gal, I said not really!' Cindy let go of one of two hands on Randall's shaft in order to massage his lion's balls.

'Well, Dickie, I gotta go. I'm doing laundry this afternoon. When I see those ladies who asked about Randall, I'll tell them to ask your roommate, Charles, since he's seen it!...... Fuck you, too....... Remember, you're taking the boys to Shakey's Pizza before bringing them home tonight, right?.....Buh-bye.

Cindy hung the phone up back on the wall, stood-up, grabbed her admirer's erection, and pulled him back into her bedroom.

 

[mr mike]

Cindy let go of Randall and lay on the bed with her hands behind her head. Randall turned off Francis the Talking Mule and turned on the clock radio. Cat Stevens was playing.

Cindy watched as Randall reached into her overnight bag and pulled out her white vibrator and replaced the batteries. He turned it on and held it up triumphantly, his erection bobbing. Cindy giggled her approval.

He te-lit the joint they were were sharing and got on Cindy's bed to straddle her chest as gracefully as possibly. Randall took a deep drag and held it in. He reached beHind to buzz between her legs over her pink panties.

Cindy grabbed Randall's fat bent erection bobbing in front of her face unable to get a single palm around it. 'Look at this big, beautiful dick!' she exclaimed, giving the cockhead a wet sloppy kiss. 'And it's ALL MINE!'

'I'm so glad DeeDee set us up!' Randall blew the smoke towards the ceiling. He passed the joint down to Cindy's lips, she took a deep drag and blew it out. 'And I'M glad that Elena dumped your ass!' she laughed. 'Aren't You?' She held out the palms of her hands. 'Baby oil, IF you don't mind!' she cackled.

 

[mr mike]

Cindy had gripped Randall's shaft and squeezed and twisted as hard as her oily hands could grip, all the while attacking his huge flared glans with her tongue and lips as aggressively as she could interrupted only to suck the lit joint that Randall pressed into her lips.

Randall withstood this as long as he could. The fourth time he held the joint to Cindy's eager lips, he knew he was seconds away.

'CINDY???' he said to prepare her. Cindy squinted her eyes closed and sucked deeply on the joint held to her lips, her hands not missing a stroke.

'Fuck You, Dickie Sr!' Randall shouted as he shot three streams of cum on to Dickie Sr's ex-wife's face.

Randall pulled the joint from Cindy's lips. She howled with laughter. 'Did you say 'Fuck You, Dickie Sr'?

'You bet I did!' Randall exclaimed before taking a deep hit and dropping the roach in an ashtray.

'Yeah, fuck you, Dickie Sr!' exclaimed Cindy, using Randall's softening penis to aggressively rub her admirer's thick semen all over her face.

This time it was Randall's turn to howl in laughter.

'Get off of me you big-dicked bastard!' she ordered him.

Randall rolled off from straddling her chest as gracefully as he could, still howling in laughter.

Cindy got up to look in the bedroom mirror and burst-out laughing again. 'You really got me good!'

'You're the one who spread it all over your face!' laughed Randall.

She grinned at him lewdly. 'Does coming all over my face turn you on?'

'If Randall wasn't high, he would have been embarrassed and said no, but because he was completely stoned, he said 'Heck, yeah!'

Cindy laughed good-naturedly. 'Wait 'till I tell Mel! She told me you'd be turned-on by cumming all over my face! Was she right?'

'What else did Mel tell you I'd be turned-on by?' laughed Randall.

'She said jerking you off with a finger up your butt would really turn you on!' said Cindy. 'But we'll do that on our next date!' she winked at him.

'What?!' said Randall, alarmed.

'Don't worry, I'll put KY on my finger!' said Cindy. 'Now get in the bathroom. I'm going to wash off your teenie-weenie in the sink and trim your pubes before we take a shower.

 

[mr mike]

Randall and Cindy continued with their happy end of date ritual. As Cindy's and Dickie Sr's marriage was falling apart, Cindy's only pleasure was trimming Dickie Sr's pubes and showering with him. Now she was repeating the ritual with a man who respected her and had a much bigger dick and scrotum than her ex-husband.

Randall, for his part, enjoyed the intimacy of having his pubes carefully trimmed and the expression on Cindy's face as he pointed the handheld showerhead up between Cindy's legs. He loved her fearlessness and sense of humor, especially about his over-sized genitals.

'Joke picture time!' grinned Cindy as they both toweled-off on front of her bedroom's bathroom shower.

Randall smiled at her in relief. He was glad she hadn't forgot. Randall loved Cindy's fearlessness and sense of humor, especially about his over-sized penis. 'So what are you goin to do this time?' trying hard to sound casual instead of excited.

Cindy giggled and walked naked into the bedroom and walked back into the bedroom in a faded pair of pink panties and bra holding her sleep mask.

'Put this on!' she thrust the sleep mask at him. 'No peaking!'

'Yes, ma'am!' Randall stood naked before Cindy sitting on the toilet lid. He put the sleep mask over his eyes and clasped his hands behind his back, grinning in anticipation.

Cindy looked with a delighted expression at the enormous, limp penis in front of her face. The warm shower had made it grow to almost the same length as when it was hard. She went to work.

Randall heard Cindy open a plastic package and felt something little being stuck to the shaft of his cock in some kind of a pattern.

'Mel thought of this idea,' admitted Cindy.

'Who else have you shown these pictures to besides Mel?' asked Randall.

'Never you mind!' said Cindy, giving Randall's dick a weak slap. 'I don't have to tell you everything!'

'No guys, I hope!' Laughed Randall. 'Except maybe your ex-husband!'

'As much as I'd like to shove these pictures under Dickie Sr's nose,' said Cindy, 'I haven't.'

Cindy worked in silence for a few moments more before she said 'Done!' Cindy grabbed Randall's hand and led him to her bedroom mirror over her dresser.

'You can take off the mask now!' Cindy giggled.

Randall took off the mask and stared at his long limp dick in the mirror in front of him. When she saw what Cindy had done, he couldn't stop laughing. Along the top of his shaft in gold stars, was the possessive:

C
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S

Cindy laughed loudly in relief. She wasn't sure what his reaction would be. 'Do you like it?' she asked eagerly.

'I LOVE IT!' shouted Randall, shaking his hips to get his cock swaying in the mirror.

'Just one more detail before I take a picture of it!' Cindy announced.

Randall watched curiously as Cindy grabbed a tube of lipstick from the dresser and applied a generous amount to her lips. Then she squatted before him and reached out to hold the soft penis in the middle, careful not to knock-off the sticky gold stars. She leaned in and gave his fat knob a passionate kiss, leaving a perfectly-formed impression on the top of his glans.

'Picture time!' announced Cindy, standing up.

 

[mr mike]

Randall and Cindy embraced at the door of her apartment.

'Are you SURE you don't want me to take those stars off your itty-bitty teenie-weenie before you go?' Cindy asked.

Randall shook his head. He loved the idea of walking around with Cindy's name spelled on his dick in gold stars. The picture she took was was great, the stars on his fat shaft reflecting unaturally bright because of the flash.

'Say hi to Mel for me when you see her,' he said.

'Should I tell her how much you liked her photo idea?' she winked at him.

Randall smiled and blushed. 'Like you weren't going to tell her anyway!'

Cindy laughed and kissed Randall once more on the lips before opening her door to reluctantly let him out. 'Tell DeeDee to call me, okay?!'

'I will!' said Randall on his way up the stairs to the apartment building's parking lot. 'I'll call you tonight after you put the boys to bed!'

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Cindy needed to do the laundry before Dickie Sr brought the boys back home. She dumped her and the boys hampers into one pile and separated the whites from the colors. She put the whites in a laundry basket along with a bottle of detergent and bleach and carried it to the laundry room down the hall.

She opened the laundry room door to find her upstairs neighbor, Eve, folding clothes on the table. Eve was in her mid-fifties, prematurely gray and shapelessly thin in her 1950's plaid house dress and white cardigan sweater. She was married to August, a tall man in his 70's who gave Cindy the creeps.

'Why Cindy,' said Eve as Cindy opened the laundry room door with the basket on her hip. 'I saw you and your beau, Randall, coming home from church this morning!'

'You know Randall?' asked Cindy, shoving clothes into the top-loading washing machine.

'Goodness, yes!' said Eve. 'He used to go to our church before he and that tiny, white-haired girl-'

'Elena.' said Cindy.

'Elena.' repeated Eve. 'Broke-off their engagement. I hear he's quite blessed...'

Cindy looked up from her laundry. 'What do you mean, Eve?'

'That he is quite well-hung, you know!' Eve gave Cindy the slyest wink she had ever received.

'I wouldn't know,' said Cindy, laughing nervously. 'I don't believe in sex before marriage!"

'Good for you Cindy!' said Eve. 'Do you want to hear a funny story about your beau?'

'Ummm...okay,' said Cindy staring at Eve.

'Well the rumor that went around our church was that Elena broke off her engagement to Randall when she finally found out what was in his shorts.' Eve gave Cindy another creepy wink.

'Do you think it's true?' asked Cindy, playing along.

'Well, my August is an elder, along with being a youth minister and he also teaches Sunday school,' said Eve, proudly. 'He told me he was going to find out the truth. You see, my August is quite well-hung himself and quite proud about it, I'll have you know! He wanted to compare to see who's was longer!' Eve's face turned red and giggled through her nose.

Cindy's mouth dropped open. 'How was he going to do THAT?'

Eve gave Cindy another creepy wink. 'Well, the men's toilet in the church basement has these urinals that go all the way to the floor and are right next to each other. When two guys stand next to each other all they have to do is look over.'

'So your August followed Randall into the church basement men's room to take a peak at his penis?' asked Cindy.

Eve's face turned red as her head bobbed up and down. 'My August liked to compare his with other church members to see who's was bigger, you know! He had never seen your beau's and when he heard the rumor, my August wanted to know the truth, but confidentially, he wanted to know if he was bigger than him!' Eve snickered through her nose again.

'And what was the verdict?' asked Eve, seeing this through to the end.

'Well, my August followed him into the men's toilet in the church basement and I guess got QUITE an eyeful, if you know what I mean!' Eve gave Cindy another creepy wink. 'My August came out of the toilet with a stunned look on his face and told me that he didn't know if Randall was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world or the unluckiest!'

Cindy tried as hard as she could not to fall down laughing.

 

[mr mike]

Randall called Cindy after nine, so he knew her kids were in bed.

'Oh hi, Randall !' said Cindy when she heard it was her lover on the line. 'What are you doing?'

'Just lounging around in pajama bottoms watching CANNON on TV,' said Randall.

'Watching MCMILLAN AND WIFE on your Johnny Carson TV in my bedroom until you called, now I'm sitting at the kitchen table,' said Cindy. 'Still wearing my stars?' she giggled.

'A couple stars fell off on the way back to my apartment,' said Randall, 'But I changed into loose pajama bottoms with nothing underneath and last time I looked no more fell off...'

Cindy laughed along in delight. She changed the subject. 'Do you remember a guy in your former church in his 70's named August?'

'Youth minister?' asked Randall, searching his memory.

'That's the guy!' said Cindy. She told him of her encounter with Eve earlier in the laundry room. 'Then to top things off, she invited the two of us up to their apartment for highballs next time you come over!'.she laughed. 'Do you think they're swingers?'

'Let's do it!' laughed Randall. 'I'll wear my tightest blue jeans and no underwear!'

'HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!' laughed Cindy.

 

[B_er]

I gues August wanna challenge Randall to compare both hardons!

 

[mr mike]

I gues August wanna challenge Randall to compare both hardons!

Not sure yet...

 

[mr mike]

WINTER 1975

Randall woke up on Monday morning after the wild weekend with Cindy and Mel and Bradley to discover that it was snowing hard. He got into his winter uniform and smoky hat without taking a shower or having breakfast and got into his green Pontiac for the slow drive to the state park for his shift with DeeDee.

It took twice the amount of time it usually took to drive there, but he and DeeDee arrived at the visitor center at almost the same time. They stomped their boots on the porch and Randall unlocked the door and let DeeDee in before him.

To be continued...

 

[phonehome]

WINTER 1975

Randall woke up on Monday morning after the wild weekend with Cindy and Mel and Bradley to discover that it was snowing hard. He got into his winter uniform and smoky hat without taking a shower or having breakfast and got into his green Pontiac for the slow drive to the state park for his shift with DeeDee.

It took twice the amount of time it usually took to drive there, but he and DeeDee arrived at the visitor center at almost the same time. They stomped their boots on the porch and Randall unlocked the door and let DeeDee in before him.

To be continued...

FYI

Wisconsin DNR employees did NOT wear "Smokey bear hats"

Not in the 60's

Not in the 70's

Not in the 80's

I WOULD know

 

[mr mike]

FYI

Wisconsin DNR employees did NOT wear "Smokey bear hats"

Not in the 60's

Not in the 70's

Not in the 80's

I WOULD know

Ummmm....okay.

 

[mr mike]

The co-workers silently removed their coats and Smokey bear hats and hung them on the coat tree next to the door before sitting on wooden chairs next to the cold fireplace and removing their boots.

'Coffee?' DeeDee walked into the break room to percolate some Butternut coffee. Randall sat behind the desk in the office and looked out the window. He doubted the state park would have any visitors today. The lake had just frozen over and the ice would be too thin to fish on for another month, probably.

'How's dating Cindy going, Randall?' asked DeeDee coming out of the break room. 'You two still getting along?'

Randall had an idea about taking advantage of their old familiarity. 'Want to know how well we're getting along?' he teased.

'What do you mean?' She asked.

'Go in the bathroom and sit on the toilet lid,' Randall grinned. 'I dare you!'

DeeDee laughed and went into the small bathroom with Randall walking behind. She say on the lid and looked expectantly at Randall standing in front of her. 'Wearing boxers today, huh?' she grinned. 'What are you going to show me?'

'You noticed!' laughed Randall, unbuckling his uniform belt.

'What are you DOING???' laughed DeeDee in a protesting way.

Randall pulled his uniform pants and boxers down to his knees and smiled down at DeeDee. DeeDee was staring at Randall's limp penis for the first time in months.

'Does that say

C
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Asked DeeDee. She looked harder in front of her and said 'It does!' DeeDee held up a little finger and laughed. 'Cindy's got you wrapped right around here, doesn't she???'

'Why does everybody SAY that???' exclaimed Randall.

'Because Cindy spelled her name in gold stars on your big ding-a-ling, you dummy!' laughed DeeDee, giving it a light slap to get it swinging, and knocking off a few more stars in the process...

 

[mr mike]

'So how long were you going to wear Cindy's stars?' asked DeeDee looking up at him from her perch on the toilet lid.

Randall looked down and shrugged. For the first time he noticed that Deedee had recently waxed her upper lip of peach fuzz.

'I'll take them off!' said DeeDee not waiting for Randall's answer. She reached out and held his limp penis in his hand.

With his hands at his sides, Randall watched DeeDee carefully pick-off the sticky gold stars. 'Cindy asked me to ask you to call her. I think she wants to have a lunch date with you before the boys are off school for Christmas vacation.'

DeeDee stopped for a moment and looked-up at her friend and colleague. 'You don't mind, do you?' she asked him nervously.

'Of course not,' answered Randall, not thinking too much about what he wasn't supposed to mind. 'I know you've been friends for a long time.'

A look of relief crossed DeeDee's face and she resumed picking gold stars off of Randall's stiffening penis. When it became fully-hard, DeeDee laughed and said, 'Dating Cindy sure had been good to you! I think it's grown another inch or two since the last time I saw it this hard!' she joked.

Randall laughed. 'You're kidding, right?'

'No I'm not! I swear!' DeeDee crossed her heart. 'I'll bet if I got a tape measure it would be at least an inch longer than the first time I measured it!' she teased.

The compliment caused Randall's big bent erection to get even harder in DeeDee's hand.

DeeDee picked-off the last star and rubbed her palms thoroughly over the veiny shaft. 'It's all sticky!' she announced. 'Better let me wash it off in the sink!' DeeDee gave it a slap to get it swaying before grabbing the shaft behind the fat, flared glans, standing-up and pulling her friend over to the sink.

 

[mr mike]

WINTER 1975
The Sunday after Cindy had last seen her male lover, she went to church with her three boys and dropped them off at Sunday school so she could hang out in the church basement with the other divorced moms.

They greeted her as she approached their table for a cup of bitter coffee. The ex-sisters-in-law, Vickie and Jackie, who were still having regular sex with their ex-husbands out of boredom anf the tiny dating pool in their small central Wisconsin town. Also there was 'plain'Jane, with a new terrible haircut and Marlene, a tall woman with a prematurely lined face and mean eyes, and a child with each of her five ex-husbands. All were smoking cigarettes.

The group welcomed her and poured her a paper cup of coffee with grounds in it.

After exchanging pleasantries and 'how are the kids?' Jackie looked Cindy in the eye and asked if she had broken in her new boyfriend, yet?

'Or is it the other way around?' asked Vickie, to laughter around the table except for a puzzled Marlene.

'Cindy has a new boyfriend, and he's supposed to be VERY well-endowed!' laughed 'plain'Jane to Marlene.

Marlene turned to Cindy, So who are you dating, hon?'

'She's been going out with that park ranger at the state park down the road on weekends when Dickie Sr has the kids.' explained Vickie.

'It's supposed to be long enough to tie a knot in it!' laughed Jackie.

'You mean Randall, the park ranger with that obscene bulge in his uniform pants?' asked a wide-eyed Marlene.

All four bobbed their head and laughed.

'You mean that bulge is REAL?!' she exclaimed.

Cindy laughed and bobbed her head.

'And you didn't run away the first you saw it?!' asked Marlene.

Cindy shook her head. 'Size doesn't matter!'

This produced raucous laughter from everyone at the table except Marlene.

'And you voluntarily have actual, real, sexual intercourse with him?' asked an incredulous Marlene.

'Just last weekend!' Said Cindy, flashing her highest high-beam smile. 'Randall's a really great guy who respects me and has never been married and doesn't have kids. His big thingie is just a bonus as far as I'm concerned!'

'So how did you meet him?' asked Marlene, lighting another cigarette.

'I'm friends with his partner, Ranger DeeDee. He was getting over a broken engagement to this girl named Elena, and I told DeeDee that I thought I was ready to date again, almost two years after me and Dickie Sr's divorce was final, so she introduced us summer and we've been dating ever since!'

'So did Dickie Sr ever marry that college slut he left you for?' asked Marlene.

'I heard from reliable sources that she dumped him after his check for her rent bounced three times in a row!' Cindy said triumphantly.

'He was paying her rent?!' exclaimed Vickie and Jackie at the same time.

Cindy nodded vigorously.

'What a chump!' said Jackie.

'What a moron!' chimed in Vickie.

'plain' Jane just giggled.

Marlene smiled through tight lips. 'Does Dickie Sr know about Ranger Randall?' she asked.

'Oh yeah,' said Cindy. 'He heard rumors about him. And now he knows about it from an eyewitness.'

'An eyewitness?' Vickie smirked.

'It's kind of complicated,' said Cindy. 'Dickie Sr lives in a rusty mobile home on his dairy farm in Rusk County with his fishing buddy, Charles. Charles is DeeDee's fiance, and that's how I know DeeDee,' she recounted.

'Anyway,' Cindy continued. 'Me and Randall and DeeDee and Charles went on a double date at Roller Gardens-'

'How fun!' 'plain'Jane clapped.

'And Randall and Charles went to the boy's room and stood next to each other, and I guess Charles got a REAL eyeful-'

'And he ran home and tattled to your ex-' said Jackie. It was her turn to laugh and clap.

'Pretty much,' Cindy nodded. 'When Dickie Sr brought the boys back the next day, he pulled me into my bedroom and said, 'I heard your new boyfriend's got a real big one!'

Vickie, Jackie and 'plain'Jane laughed, while Marlene smirked.

'So I said 'Where did you here that,?' and Dickie Sr said Charles got a good look at it last night in a men's room! So I told him back that I was just going to have to take Charles' word for it, because he's just a guy who's taken me out a couple times and we're taking it slow!'

Vickie, Jackie and 'plain'Jane laughed again, while Marlene continued her tight-lipped smirking.

'Then Dickie Sr says 'So you HAVEN'T gone to bed with him yet?' and I said 'Dickie!' What kind of a woman do you think I am?!'

Even Marlene laughed.

'So he BELIEVED you?!' asked 'plain'Jane.

'Now Dickie Sr calls three times a week asking to speak with the boys, but when he finishes, he always wants to talk with me and begs me to take him back!'

'Let's see,' said Jackie, lighting another cigarette. 'Your choice is between a guy who dumped you for a girl ten years younger and wants to come back so you can cook and clean up after him and sleep in your bed-'

'Cindy probably couldn't feel him inside her anymore, anyway,' said Vickie.

'Good point, Vickie!' said Jackie. 'And he won't want to take you out because he'll have to pay for a babysitter, VERSUS-'

'VERSUS!' repeated Vickie.

'VERSUS,' said Jackie, ' A tall, rugged, skinny guy who respects you and isn't married and shows up at your door every couple of weeks with his horse's cock, to take you on a date-'

'And love's my curves and doesn't complain about my weight like Dickie Sr did!' added Cindy.

'Does Randall call you mean names in bed?' asked 'plain'Jane with a worried look.

'He WOULDN'T dare!' exclaimed Cindy.

'Then I know who I would pick!' laughed 'plain'Jane, grabbing Cindy's hand.

 

[mr mike]

WINTER 1975

Randall pulled into the parking lot of Cindy's 2 & 1/2 story apartment building. He was taking her rollerskating and bowling tonight, and with Christmas next week, probably wouldn't see her until January.

In making plans for tonight, Cindy and Randall discussed Eve's offer for drinks with her and her husband, August, and decided to play a prank on them.

Bundled-up in his winter coat, U of M maroon and gold watchcap and gloves, he got out of his green Pontiac into the frigid temps just as the sun went down. His boots squeaked on the snow in the parking lot.

'Raaaandallll!' Cindy squealed as she opened the door to her garden apartment, rushing into his arms to kiss him on the mouth.

'It's been along time since anyone was THAT happy to see me!' said Randall after he escaped her embrace. Her and her boy's apartment was decorated for Christmas with paper snowflakes in the windows and a tree decorated with the boy's ornaments they had made in school, and draped with construction paper chains and tinsel.

Cindy took Randall's coat and hung it on the back of a kitchen chair after he had removed his gloves and hat. He placed his overnight bag on the same chair.

Randall saw that Cindy had been to the hairdressers for the same Toni Tennille haircut, but colored a lighter blonde. She was lightly made-up and wearing a green plaid shirt and flared blue jeans with a large felt snowman applique on one leg and a snowwoman on the other, and platform shoes.

Cindy put her hands on her hips and regarded her lover. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and comfortable flared blue jeans. Underneath was a pair of jockeys that created a prominent shapeless bulge, instead of an outline of his limp penis that boxers would create.

'Are those the blue jeans you're wearing to Eve and August's tonight?' asked Cindy, approvingly.

'Nope!' said Randall, carrying his overnight bag into Cindy's bedroom, with Cindy following behind. He put it on the carpeting, unzipped it, and pulled out a small plastic box with a few skinny joints in it. He pulled one out, lit it, took a deep drag and handed it to his lover.

Randall exhaled and pulled another pair of jeans from his overnight bag and held them up for Cindy to see.

Cindy sat on her bed, smoked, and watched Randall change.

'Yoi gave me an idea when I called you to ask you out last week,' explained Randall, pulling off his jeans and underwear and laying them carefully on Cindy's bed. Cindy couldn't resist reaching out to fondle his lion's scrotum.

'Whoa! Your hands are COLD!' protested Randall.

Cindy laughed and let him go.

'I was at Target, I passed the record department and saw that Rolling Stone's album 'Sticky Fingers'.

'The one with the zipper?' Cindy giggled.

Randall nodded. 'You asked me to wear tight pants for drinks at Eve's and August's, so I bought the tightest jeans I could fit into and some fine sandpaper. I spent the week washing the jeans and sanding the outline of Randall Jr!' he laughed.

Cindy watched as Randall struggled to pull up the jeans, his cock and balls flopping wildly in the attempt. He finally got the jeans up to his hips and Cindy volunteered to help pack him away and zip him up.

'What do you think?' asked Randall, grinning ear-to-ear.

Joint in hand, Cindy stared at the perfect outline of Randall's fat limp penis, white against the almost faded blue, down the front of his right leg where it had been carefully sanded.

'Holy shit!' said an astounded Cindy. 'You can see the outline of your big fat cockhead PERFECTLY! Do I see that long fat vein that goes along the side of your shaft, too?! Tell me you're going to change back into your other jeans before we go rolling skating!'

'Of course!' said Randall, taking the joint from Cindy and taking a deep drag.

'Then let's go have that drink with Eve and August; they're expecting us!' said Cindy.

 

[B_er]

Nice they will meet Eve and August, this will be very interesting.

 

[mr mike]

Eve hung up the kitchen wall phone. 'Cindy and Randall are on their way up!' said Eve, excitedly.

August looked at her with his usual sour expression. 'Did you REALLY have to invite them up here?!' he whined. August had been trying to forget his church men's room encounter with Ranger Randall since it happened. He was hoping to die happy in the knowledge that he had the longest penis everyone he'd showed it to had ever seen. That was until Randall joined his church.

'I thought you two would have something to talk about, seeing you have something in common!' Eve giggled. She knew exactly what she was doing. Every day since they had married 13 years ago, August had boasted about his long penis to her, and frankly, Eve was sick of hearing August brag about his dick. Every. Single. Day.

'Something in common?!' said August in an incredulous voice. 'MY endowment is a blessing from God! That Randall's endowment is a curse from Satan!' he practically spat.

Eve giggled. The oven timer went off. 'The JENO'S Pizza Rolls are done just in time!'