Deedee & Randall; 1977
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Cindy led Randall up the stairs and down the second-story hall to Eve and August's apartment.
'Remember when we played 'the babysitter and the boyfriend'?' whispered Cindy.
Randall nodded and smiled. How could he forget?
'Then follow my lead!' Cindy whispered. 'And we'll have some fun!'. She knocked timidly on Eve and August's door.
'Remember when we played 'the babysitter and the boyfriend'?' whispered Cindy.
Randall nodded and smiled. How could he forget?
'Then follow my lead!' Cindy whispered. 'And we'll have some fun!'. She knocked timidly on Eve and August's door.
Trying to find time to write next episode. Sorry for the delay!
Holding hands, Cindy knocked timidly on the door of apartment 205.
August opened the door and sneered at the happy couple. 'Eve! Our guest Is are here!' he turned his head and yelled.
Eve shoved her husband out of the way. 'Welcome, Cindy and Randall! Come in!'
Randall and Cindy entered with cautious smiles. August was as tall and skinny as Randall, wearing the most garish red leisure suit and orange shirt covering his paunch. Eve was wearing a high-end pastel pink pantsuit that Cindy guessed she bought at Dayton's department store in St Paul. Her silver hair in a bouffant popular ten years ago.
'August, this is our downstairs neighbor, Cindy, and you remember Randall from church!' Eve was desperately trying to not stare at Randall's WAY too tight blue jeans.
Randall and August shook hands. 'I remember you from church,' said Randall. 'You were always hanging out with the teenagers.'
'I'm the youth minister, yes,' said August. For the first time in his life, he burned with envy for what was between another man's legs.
'Well, let's have drinks and get to know each other!' said Eve leading the way to the bar. The only signs of Christmas in their apartment was an expensive-looking hand-painted creche on a table and a silver aluminum tree with red baubles and a slow-turning color wheel projected on it.
The four sat at the leather bar. Randall cautiously trying not to split his pants. He was trying to ignore August's pissed glances at his crotch.
'Highball's all around?' asked August, going behind the bar.
Cindy nodded and Randall shook his head. 'Have any beer?' he asked, timidly.
'How about a BLATZ Cream Ale?' asked August. Randall nodded as August opened the mini-fridge and pulled a beer bottle and a bottle of ginger ale. He poured the beer into a glass and started mixing Canadian Club highballs.
'So where are you two heading off to, tonight?' asked Eve, noticing their blue jeans and flannel shirts. How did Randall get into those JEANS??? She thought.
'We're going on a hayride with other members of Randall's church!' Cindy said enthusiastically.
'That's right!' chimed-in Randall. 'And after we're going to sit around a fire and toast marshmallows and drink hot chocolate!'
Cindy turned a surprised laugh into a cough.
'You mean you're REALLY going out in public wearing those pants?!' said August, astounded.
'Sure he is,' said Cindy all wide-eyed mock innocent, taking a sip of her drink. 'Why not?'
It was Eve's turn to turn a laugh into a cough.
'You two look like you're going somewhere fancy, tonight,' Randall observed.
'We're going to the Radisson Duluth, tonight' said Eve,' sipping her drink.
'We're meeting other members of the Silver Key Club at the hotel bar,' explained August.
'What kind of a club is it?' asked Randall, genuinely interested.
'It's a lifestyle club,' said Eve, giving Cindy what she thought was a flirty wink. 'Couples only! We'd be happy to sponsor you!'
Alarm bells started going off in Cindy's head. Horny ex- housewife that she was, Cindy had read THE JOY OF SEX all the way through at least three times. 'And you all get hotel rooms?'
August gave his wife the dirtiest of dirty looks. 'That's right. In case we drink too much...'
'We appreciate the offer,' Cindy said quickly, 'But me and Randall would never share a hotel room. We don't believe in having sex before marriage!'
Eve's face fell. There went her fantasy of watching Randall stride naked through the orgy room getting all the attention, August standing furious and humiliated in the corner, while she attempted to seduce Cindy while Randall was distracted...
August opened the door and sneered at the happy couple. 'Eve! Our guest Is are here!' he turned his head and yelled.
Eve shoved her husband out of the way. 'Welcome, Cindy and Randall! Come in!'
Randall and Cindy entered with cautious smiles. August was as tall and skinny as Randall, wearing the most garish red leisure suit and orange shirt covering his paunch. Eve was wearing a high-end pastel pink pantsuit that Cindy guessed she bought at Dayton's department store in St Paul. Her silver hair in a bouffant popular ten years ago.
'August, this is our downstairs neighbor, Cindy, and you remember Randall from church!' Eve was desperately trying to not stare at Randall's WAY too tight blue jeans.
Randall and August shook hands. 'I remember you from church,' said Randall. 'You were always hanging out with the teenagers.'
'I'm the youth minister, yes,' said August. For the first time in his life, he burned with envy for what was between another man's legs.
'Well, let's have drinks and get to know each other!' said Eve leading the way to the bar. The only signs of Christmas in their apartment was an expensive-looking hand-painted creche on a table and a silver aluminum tree with red baubles and a slow-turning color wheel projected on it.
The four sat at the leather bar. Randall cautiously trying not to split his pants. He was trying to ignore August's pissed glances at his crotch.
'Highball's all around?' asked August, going behind the bar.
Cindy nodded and Randall shook his head. 'Have any beer?' he asked, timidly.
'How about a BLATZ Cream Ale?' asked August. Randall nodded as August opened the mini-fridge and pulled a beer bottle and a bottle of ginger ale. He poured the beer into a glass and started mixing Canadian Club highballs.
'So where are you two heading off to, tonight?' asked Eve, noticing their blue jeans and flannel shirts. How did Randall get into those JEANS??? She thought.
'We're going on a hayride with other members of Randall's church!' Cindy said enthusiastically.
'That's right!' chimed-in Randall. 'And after we're going to sit around a fire and toast marshmallows and drink hot chocolate!'
Cindy turned a surprised laugh into a cough.
'You mean you're REALLY going out in public wearing those pants?!' said August, astounded.
'Sure he is,' said Cindy all wide-eyed mock innocent, taking a sip of her drink. 'Why not?'
It was Eve's turn to turn a laugh into a cough.
'You two look like you're going somewhere fancy, tonight,' Randall observed.
'We're going to the Radisson Duluth, tonight' said Eve,' sipping her drink.
'We're meeting other members of the Silver Key Club at the hotel bar,' explained August.
'What kind of a club is it?' asked Randall, genuinely interested.
'It's a lifestyle club,' said Eve, giving Cindy what she thought was a flirty wink. 'Couples only! We'd be happy to sponsor you!'
Alarm bells started going off in Cindy's head. Horny ex- housewife that she was, Cindy had read THE JOY OF SEX all the way through at least three times. 'And you all get hotel rooms?'
August gave his wife the dirtiest of dirty looks. 'That's right. In case we drink too much...'
'We appreciate the offer,' Cindy said quickly, 'But me and Randall would never share a hotel room. We don't believe in having sex before marriage!'
Eve's face fell. There went her fantasy of watching Randall stride naked through the orgy room getting all the attention, August standing furious and humiliated in the corner, while she attempted to seduce Cindy while Randall was distracted...
As much as August would loathe having Randall and Cindy join the Silver Key Club, he wished Randall would be there tonight to watch him initiate his ex-fiancee, Elena, into their sex club.
It had all started a few months ago when her new boyfriend, Roger the Jock, followed him into the church basement men's toilet after Sunday services. They were alone standing at the floor-length urinals when he caught Roger brazenly peaking.
Far from being embarrassed at being caught, Roger the Jock laughed and said 'I heard you had a long cock, old man!'
August finished peeing, did an elaborate shake-off before turning toward Roger with a smirk on his face and his dick in his hand.
Roger the Jock couldn't quit laughing. Finally he said, 'I've been playing all kinds of sports from Junior High up to college and that's the longest one I ever saw!' He started up laughing again.
It had all started a few months ago when her new boyfriend, Roger the Jock, followed him into the church basement men's toilet after Sunday services. They were alone standing at the floor-length urinals when he caught Roger brazenly peaking.
Far from being embarrassed at being caught, Roger the Jock laughed and said 'I heard you had a long cock, old man!'
August finished peeing, did an elaborate shake-off before turning toward Roger with a smirk on his face and his dick in his hand.
Roger the Jock couldn't quit laughing. Finally he said, 'I've been playing all kinds of sports from Junior High up to college and that's the longest one I ever saw!' He started up laughing again.
August had an idea. After Roger the Jock quit hooting, they both put their drained dicks away, August mentioned the Silver Key Club and implied that the members were all young horny couples like Roger and Elena, instead of the five couples in their 50's and 60's, and one couple in their late 40's.
Next Sunday, after Pastor Tim's service, August saw Roger the Jock holding hands with Elena and when Roger saw him, tried to get his attention without Elena noticing.
August pretended not to notice, and was waiting outside the ladies toilet for Eve, when Roger the Jock hustled to his side. He wanted to ask if August would sponsor him and Elena for the Silver Key Club. August pretended to be concerned when Eve walked out of the ladies room door.
August explained to Eve what Roger the Jock wanted, and Eve smiled at him and said, 'Of course we'll sponsor Roger and Elena!'
Roger whooped and hustled back to Elena.
For the next seven Sundays, August and Eve were treated to amusing updates on Roger's clumsy attempts to coerce Elena into joining the Silver Key Club with him.
Finally, on the eighth Sunday, Roger the Jock joyfully reported to August and Eve that Elena finally gave in.
They told Roger about the upcoming Christmas party at the Duluth Radisson hotel bar and promised to introduce them to the other members.
What August and Eve didn't tell him about was the Silver Key Club initiation.
The Silver Key Club initiation was fairly simple. Wicked, but fairly simple. August would go into the toilet of the designated hotel orgy room and emerge naked and holding a ruler.
While the other dressed couples looked on, he would hand the boyfriend or husband to measure his cock in front of his girlfriend or wife and tell her how big it was. Then August told him to tell his girlfriend or wife to get on her knees and suck his cock.
He had about a 25 percent success rate. Three out of four wives or girlfriend's refused and left, giving everyone the finger on the way out.
It was a way of weeding out the less-adventuress and more timid couples. The ladies attempting to service August's long dick in front of their boyfriend or husband had their mouths fucked until the gagging caused her to drool, snot to run freely out of her nose and her mascara to run down her cheeks.
To his knowledge, this brutal initiation had caused three divorces. One couple where the husband had held his wife's head. Another couple where the husband had cried watching his wife's mouth get brutally face-fucked, but the most amusing to everyone there, was the couple who broke-up after the husband dutifully measured August's cock and decided to suck it himself.
August was no stranger to having men suck his dick. His only requirement was that he hold August's cock with the hand with their wedding ring on it.
During his lifetime, he had humiliated hundreds of married men desperate to suck his big dick. Most times August just had to pee next to guy with a wedding ring at a rest stop and the next thing he knew, he was getting sucked off in a toilet stall while the guy's wife and kids were waiting impatiently in the car or camper.
In fact, the reason he got involved with the weeknight church youth group was because he could always get some kid's dad to suck him off in the basement men's toilet.
An unfortunate fact was that August hadn't touched Eve in years. She was a lousy fuck and an even worse cocksucker.
But she always laughed the loudest and and meanest at August's humiliation of couples at the Silver Key Club initiation, he couldn't help but love her...
Next Sunday, after Pastor Tim's service, August saw Roger the Jock holding hands with Elena and when Roger saw him, tried to get his attention without Elena noticing.
August pretended not to notice, and was waiting outside the ladies toilet for Eve, when Roger the Jock hustled to his side. He wanted to ask if August would sponsor him and Elena for the Silver Key Club. August pretended to be concerned when Eve walked out of the ladies room door.
August explained to Eve what Roger the Jock wanted, and Eve smiled at him and said, 'Of course we'll sponsor Roger and Elena!'
Roger whooped and hustled back to Elena.
For the next seven Sundays, August and Eve were treated to amusing updates on Roger's clumsy attempts to coerce Elena into joining the Silver Key Club with him.
Finally, on the eighth Sunday, Roger the Jock joyfully reported to August and Eve that Elena finally gave in.
They told Roger about the upcoming Christmas party at the Duluth Radisson hotel bar and promised to introduce them to the other members.
What August and Eve didn't tell him about was the Silver Key Club initiation.
The Silver Key Club initiation was fairly simple. Wicked, but fairly simple. August would go into the toilet of the designated hotel orgy room and emerge naked and holding a ruler.
While the other dressed couples looked on, he would hand the boyfriend or husband to measure his cock in front of his girlfriend or wife and tell her how big it was. Then August told him to tell his girlfriend or wife to get on her knees and suck his cock.
He had about a 25 percent success rate. Three out of four wives or girlfriend's refused and left, giving everyone the finger on the way out.
It was a way of weeding out the less-adventuress and more timid couples. The ladies attempting to service August's long dick in front of their boyfriend or husband had their mouths fucked until the gagging caused her to drool, snot to run freely out of her nose and her mascara to run down her cheeks.
To his knowledge, this brutal initiation had caused three divorces. One couple where the husband had held his wife's head. Another couple where the husband had cried watching his wife's mouth get brutally face-fucked, but the most amusing to everyone there, was the couple who broke-up after the husband dutifully measured August's cock and decided to suck it himself.
August was no stranger to having men suck his dick. His only requirement was that he hold August's cock with the hand with their wedding ring on it.
During his lifetime, he had humiliated hundreds of married men desperate to suck his big dick. Most times August just had to pee next to guy with a wedding ring at a rest stop and the next thing he knew, he was getting sucked off in a toilet stall while the guy's wife and kids were waiting impatiently in the car or camper.
In fact, the reason he got involved with the weeknight church youth group was because he could always get some kid's dad to suck him off in the basement men's toilet.
An unfortunate fact was that August hadn't touched Eve in years. She was a lousy fuck and an even worse cocksucker.
But she always laughed the loudest and and meanest at August's humiliation of couples at the Silver Key Club initiation, he couldn't help but love her...
Cindy drained her highball and grabbed Randall's elbow. 'We should go, hon-, we gotta get to church before the bus leaves to the farm!'
'Yup!' Randall drained his tumbler of BLATZ.
'We should go also,' said August, fixing an eye on Cindy and imagined fucking her mouth on front of Randall until she begged for mercy with snot running from her nose and tears running down Cindy's cheeks, and giving her throat just one more deep poke to get her to vomit. He drained HIS highball.
Cindy turned her attention to the detailed and elaborate creche on a table next to a wall. She got off her stool and pulled Randall with her to investigate.
'We picked that up in Bethlehem on our third trip to the Holy Land!' said Eve with pride in her voice.
'You can't call yourself a Christian until you've made a pilgrimage there!' announced August. 'Thank you for coming, youngsters, but we need to drive to Duluth!'
At the apartment door, Cindy and Eve gave each other awkward air kisses, while Randall and August shook hands, August giving Randall's obscene bulge one last evil eye.
All the way back down the hall and stairs to Cindy's apartment, all Randall could think about was getting out of his jeans before he passed out, while Cindy did her best not to laugh hysterically.
'Yup!' Randall drained his tumbler of BLATZ.
'We should go also,' said August, fixing an eye on Cindy and imagined fucking her mouth on front of Randall until she begged for mercy with snot running from her nose and tears running down Cindy's cheeks, and giving her throat just one more deep poke to get her to vomit. He drained HIS highball.
Cindy turned her attention to the detailed and elaborate creche on a table next to a wall. She got off her stool and pulled Randall with her to investigate.
'We picked that up in Bethlehem on our third trip to the Holy Land!' said Eve with pride in her voice.
'You can't call yourself a Christian until you've made a pilgrimage there!' announced August. 'Thank you for coming, youngsters, but we need to drive to Duluth!'
At the apartment door, Cindy and Eve gave each other awkward air kisses, while Randall and August shook hands, August giving Randall's obscene bulge one last evil eye.
All the way back down the hall and stairs to Cindy's apartment, all Randall could think about was getting out of his jeans before he passed out, while Cindy did her best not to laugh hysterically.
Randall drove his big green Pontiac into the freshly-plowed parking lot of the roller rink and parked under an orange sodium light in an empty corner.
Randall had changed back into the blue jeans he had arrived at Cindy's wearing and they had spent the twenty minute ride to the roller rink/bowling alley deciding what they should do.
They smoked a a skinny doob of Randall's Columbian and he had put the roach in a film cannister of them, when Cindy reached into her big purse and pulled out a paper bindle and a little mirror.
Sniffling, the pair got out of the huge green sedan and headed towards the building across the parking lot stoned and buzzing, holding mittened hands, their eyes cold from Visine.
'Huh! What a coincidence!' said Cindy as they walked by a yellow school bus. 'That's my church's bus!'
As they approached the line leading into the building, two bundled-up figures in the middle of the line waved frantically at Cindy and Randall. 'Cindy! Cindy!' they both called between their gloved hands.
The pair in their ski jackets, beanies, boots and scarves joined Cindy and Randall at the end of the line.
After Cindy hugged both her friends from church she turned and introduced them to her suitor.
'Randall, these are friends from church, Jackie and Jane! Jackie and Jane, this is my date, Randall, he's a ranger at the state park down the road!'
They shook hands and Jackie said, 'Wow! You guys really reek! So you guys know where to get pot around here, huh?'
Randall and Cindy laughed nervously. And 'plain' Jane giggled through her scarf. Cindy stood on her toes and whispered into Randall's ear.
'Would you ladies like to accompany us back to my car for a smoke before we go in?' asked Randall.
'Now you're talking!' grinned Jackie.
They walked chatting back to Randall's Pontiac.
'So where's Vickie tonight?' asked Cindy.
'I dropped-off Robin and Dale with her tonight and New Year's Eve, Vickie's going to drop-off Dana and Jamie with me so she can go out with her ex-husband.' said Jackie. 'I refuse to go out with Andy anymore. Now I remember why I divorced him in the first place!'
Randall had changed back into the blue jeans he had arrived at Cindy's wearing and they had spent the twenty minute ride to the roller rink/bowling alley deciding what they should do.
They smoked a a skinny doob of Randall's Columbian and he had put the roach in a film cannister of them, when Cindy reached into her big purse and pulled out a paper bindle and a little mirror.
Sniffling, the pair got out of the huge green sedan and headed towards the building across the parking lot stoned and buzzing, holding mittened hands, their eyes cold from Visine.
'Huh! What a coincidence!' said Cindy as they walked by a yellow school bus. 'That's my church's bus!'
As they approached the line leading into the building, two bundled-up figures in the middle of the line waved frantically at Cindy and Randall. 'Cindy! Cindy!' they both called between their gloved hands.
The pair in their ski jackets, beanies, boots and scarves joined Cindy and Randall at the end of the line.
After Cindy hugged both her friends from church she turned and introduced them to her suitor.
'Randall, these are friends from church, Jackie and Jane! Jackie and Jane, this is my date, Randall, he's a ranger at the state park down the road!'
They shook hands and Jackie said, 'Wow! You guys really reek! So you guys know where to get pot around here, huh?'
Randall and Cindy laughed nervously. And 'plain' Jane giggled through her scarf. Cindy stood on her toes and whispered into Randall's ear.
'Would you ladies like to accompany us back to my car for a smoke before we go in?' asked Randall.
'Now you're talking!' grinned Jackie.
They walked chatting back to Randall's Pontiac.
'So where's Vickie tonight?' asked Cindy.
'I dropped-off Robin and Dale with her tonight and New Year's Eve, Vickie's going to drop-off Dana and Jamie with me so she can go out with her ex-husband.' said Jackie. 'I refuse to go out with Andy anymore. Now I remember why I divorced him in the first place!'
The four slipped into the bench seats of Randall's green Pontiac sedan. Randall turned on the engine and heater and turned the radio to the oldies station.
Jackie and Jane took their mittens off and pulled down the woolen scarves covering their faces.
'Roomy back seat!' said Jackie before taking a deep hit from the fat joint Randall had passed back to her. 'Good shit, Randall!' she said after exhaling out the partially open window.
'I hope my kids are okay,' said a worried Jane.
Jackie rolled her eyes and handed her the joint 'Don't worry Jane! They're at your sister's house. She wants you to go out and have a good time rollerskating tonight!'
They passed the joint around and listened to the music they listened to as teenagers.
On the third go around of the joint, Jackie laughed and shoved Randall's shoulder in front of her. 'Your girlfriend Cindy's been telling stories about you!'
Randall laughed back. 'Oh yeah? What kind of stories?'
'Oooohhhhh, that you trip over your dick all the time and that sometimes you tie it in a bow knot just to be funny, among other things less believable,' Jackie barked a lewd laugh.
'I did NOT!' laughed Cindy.
'Yeah, you did, Cindy!' laughed Jackie. 'Back me up on this, will you Jane?!'
But 'plain' Jane was too busy doubled over in stoned high-pitched giggling to answer...
Jackie and Jane took their mittens off and pulled down the woolen scarves covering their faces.
'Roomy back seat!' said Jackie before taking a deep hit from the fat joint Randall had passed back to her. 'Good shit, Randall!' she said after exhaling out the partially open window.
'I hope my kids are okay,' said a worried Jane.
Jackie rolled her eyes and handed her the joint 'Don't worry Jane! They're at your sister's house. She wants you to go out and have a good time rollerskating tonight!'
They passed the joint around and listened to the music they listened to as teenagers.
On the third go around of the joint, Jackie laughed and shoved Randall's shoulder in front of her. 'Your girlfriend Cindy's been telling stories about you!'
Randall laughed back. 'Oh yeah? What kind of stories?'
'Oooohhhhh, that you trip over your dick all the time and that sometimes you tie it in a bow knot just to be funny, among other things less believable,' Jackie barked a lewd laugh.
'I did NOT!' laughed Cindy.
'Yeah, you did, Cindy!' laughed Jackie. 'Back me up on this, will you Jane?!'
But 'plain' Jane was too busy doubled over in stoned high-pitched giggling to answer...
While they waited for 'plain'Jane to get over her giggling fit, Jackie tapped Cindy on the shoulder and said 'YOU'RE losing weight. I can see it in your face.'
Randall had noticed it, too, but wasn't sure if he should say anything.
Jane had finally stopped giggling and caught her breath. Jackie handed her the joint and she took a shallow hit. 'My ex-husband used to show off his penis to his man friends all the time,' said 'plain'Jane. 'His workshop was in the garage and sometimes I would walk-in and Raleigh would be holding it out for his buddies to admire and get jealous about-'
'Just how big WAS his cock?' asked Cindy, squeezing Randall's cock through his jeans.
''Oh, between nine and ten inches hard, said 'plain'Jane, holding her hands apart so everyone could see.
'Why Jane,' said Jackie with a laugh. 'Are you suggesting Randall show us his pecker?!'
'Those guys Raleigh showed his big penis to told their wives and girlfriends about what they saw,' continued 'plain'Jane , 'And most of them thought their husband's and boyfriend's were just exaggerating.'
'So we were at a party a few years ago and everyone was getting drunk and high, and I don't know how it happened, but one of the girls mentioned something about Raleigh's penis, and the next thing I remember was yelling that if any female wants to see my husband's cock go into the bedroom,' continued 'plain'Jane, 'And ALL of the gals at the party crowded into our bedroom and someone put a chair under the doorknob so know guys could peek in and I told Raleigh to pull his pants down and show everyone. It was great fun!'
Randall had noticed it, too, but wasn't sure if he should say anything.
Jane had finally stopped giggling and caught her breath. Jackie handed her the joint and she took a shallow hit. 'My ex-husband used to show off his penis to his man friends all the time,' said 'plain'Jane. 'His workshop was in the garage and sometimes I would walk-in and Raleigh would be holding it out for his buddies to admire and get jealous about-'
'Just how big WAS his cock?' asked Cindy, squeezing Randall's cock through his jeans.
''Oh, between nine and ten inches hard, said 'plain'Jane, holding her hands apart so everyone could see.
'Why Jane,' said Jackie with a laugh. 'Are you suggesting Randall show us his pecker?!'
'Those guys Raleigh showed his big penis to told their wives and girlfriends about what they saw,' continued 'plain'Jane , 'And most of them thought their husband's and boyfriend's were just exaggerating.'
'So we were at a party a few years ago and everyone was getting drunk and high, and I don't know how it happened, but one of the girls mentioned something about Raleigh's penis, and the next thing I remember was yelling that if any female wants to see my husband's cock go into the bedroom,' continued 'plain'Jane, 'And ALL of the gals at the party crowded into our bedroom and someone put a chair under the doorknob so know guys could peek in and I told Raleigh to pull his pants down and show everyone. It was great fun!'
'So if I had Randall pull out his big cock, you guys would just look and NOT touch?' asked Cindy, considering it.
'Don't I have a say in this?' asked Randall, lighting up another doob.
'NO!' laughed Cindy and Jackie.
'I won't,' said 'plain'Jane, crossing her heart. 'I just want to see if he's bigger than my ex-husband!'
'Me too,' said Jackie, crossing HER heart. 'I just want to see a big dick for once!'
'Randall!' Cindy snickered, 'Pull out your cock and show the nice ladies!'
'Yes, ma'am!' said Randall, passing Cindy the just lit joint so he could undo his belt. Cindy took a deep drag and watched the curious expressions on her friend's faces.
Randall's penis was already halfway- hard when he scooted his jeans and underwear just past his crotch.
'Wow,' said Jackie. 'I knew it was going to be long, but I didn't know it was going to be fat, too!'
Cindy greedily grabbed Randall's stiffening cock in both hands to keep it away from her friends.
'Oh, Cindy!' said 'plain'Jane. 'I KNEW you weren't exaggerating! Your sex life must be SO exciting! You two must do it in a hundred different positions!'
'Two hundred!' laughed Randall, his penis the hardest it had ever been, under the gaze of three admiring females.
'You two are SO lucky you found each other!' gushed 'plain'Jane, as Cindy released his erection and let it away lazily back and forth.
'Someone else told us the same thing!' said Randall, getting a sharp elbow in the side from Cindy.
'Other guys must HATE your guts!' said Jackie, sucking in a lungful and passing the joint to Jane.
Randall we winced at the memories and wanted desperately to change the subject.
'I know my ex-husband would!' said Jane. 'He saw a picture of this porno star called Johnny Wadd and he was mad for a month! Maybe we should get going, before the others realize we're gone!'
Jackie reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of tissues and handed them to Cindy. 'You're never going to get it back in those jeans like that!' laughed Jackie. 'Me and Jane will just pass the joint between us while you take care of your boyfriend, okay?'
'Promise not to watch?' giggled Cindy.
'We absolutely promise we are going to watch, aren't we Jane?' said Jackie.
Jane nodded and giggled and blew pot smoke out her nose.
'Don't I have a say in this?' asked Randall, lighting up another doob.
'NO!' laughed Cindy and Jackie.
'I won't,' said 'plain'Jane, crossing her heart. 'I just want to see if he's bigger than my ex-husband!'
'Me too,' said Jackie, crossing HER heart. 'I just want to see a big dick for once!'
'Randall!' Cindy snickered, 'Pull out your cock and show the nice ladies!'
'Yes, ma'am!' said Randall, passing Cindy the just lit joint so he could undo his belt. Cindy took a deep drag and watched the curious expressions on her friend's faces.
Randall's penis was already halfway- hard when he scooted his jeans and underwear just past his crotch.
'Wow,' said Jackie. 'I knew it was going to be long, but I didn't know it was going to be fat, too!'
Cindy greedily grabbed Randall's stiffening cock in both hands to keep it away from her friends.
'Oh, Cindy!' said 'plain'Jane. 'I KNEW you weren't exaggerating! Your sex life must be SO exciting! You two must do it in a hundred different positions!'
'Two hundred!' laughed Randall, his penis the hardest it had ever been, under the gaze of three admiring females.
'You two are SO lucky you found each other!' gushed 'plain'Jane, as Cindy released his erection and let it away lazily back and forth.
'Someone else told us the same thing!' said Randall, getting a sharp elbow in the side from Cindy.
'Other guys must HATE your guts!' said Jackie, sucking in a lungful and passing the joint to Jane.
Randall we winced at the memories and wanted desperately to change the subject.
'I know my ex-husband would!' said Jane. 'He saw a picture of this porno star called Johnny Wadd and he was mad for a month! Maybe we should get going, before the others realize we're gone!'
Jackie reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of tissues and handed them to Cindy. 'You're never going to get it back in those jeans like that!' laughed Jackie. 'Me and Jane will just pass the joint between us while you take care of your boyfriend, okay?'
'Promise not to watch?' giggled Cindy.
'We absolutely promise we are going to watch, aren't we Jane?' said Jackie.
Jane nodded and giggled and blew pot smoke out her nose.
Cindy kissed Randall hard on the mouth, then dug in her big purse and pulled out a small bottle of baby oil. She handed it to her suitor and held up the palm of her hand, the other hand held the balled-up tissues.
Randall squirted the baby oil on Cindy's palm and she promptly slapped the head of his cock. All three of the women laughed at his reaction.
Cindy immediately grabbed Randall's downward-bent erection in the middle, covered his big flared glans with the tissues and started masturbating him with lightning speed. He moaned.
Jane sniggered through her nose and handed the burning joint to Jackie.
Jackie put the joint in her mouth and reached over to pull-off Randall's beanie while tousling his hair with the other. 'C'mon Randy, hurry up! I want to go rollerskating!' she laughed.
'And I gotta go to the girl's room!' chimed in 'plain'Jane.
'Me too!' said Jackie, tousling Randall's hair again.
Realising her friends were getting impatient, Cindy quietly whispered in Randall's ear that her period had started yesterday and so he would just have to put up with blowjobs this weekend.
Randall ejaculated immediately into the tissues,to cheers and laughter from both Jackie and 'plain'Jane. They pelted Randall's crotch from with the backseat with packets of wet wipes from their purses.
'At least he yelled YOUR name, Cindy!' Jackie smirked.
'plain'Jane snickered behind her hand.
Randall's face burned red as his erection rapidly deflated.
Cindy through the soiled tissues in a plastic bag hanging from the dashboard. Randall opened the wet wipes packets and cleaned off his shrinking dick while Cindy Wiped her hand clean.
Jackie shoved Randall's shoulder from behind. 'C'mon Randy! Put your little winkie away already!'
Jane and Jackie laughed as they watched Cindy help pull up her boyfriend's pants and underwear, while clumsily stuffing his penis back into his fruit of the looms.
Jackie and 'plain'Jane got out of the backseat of Randall's green Pontiac and Cindy exited from the front passenger seat. The stood and waited while Randall lit a bomber joint inside his car out of the wind.
The four started heading across the parking lot.
Randall handed the joint to Jackie.
'I like you, Randy!' Jackie said. 'You have a sense of humor and really great grass!' She handed the doobie to Cindy, who took a deep drag.
'So Cindy, what did you tell your boyfriend that made him blow his load so fast?' asked Jackie.
Cindy handed off the joint to 'plain'Jane and whispered in Jackie's ear. Jackie grinned.
'You are one lucky dog this weekend, Randy!' said Jackie, punching him in the shoulder.
'What did Cindy say?' 'plain'Jane complained, handing off the joint back to Randall.
Jackie whispered in Jane's ear, then pulled back and said, 'Can you imagine the slurping sounds coming out of THERE bedroom this weekend?!' They both laughed uproariously while Cindy and Randall burned with embarrassment.
Cindy decided to change the subject and tell Jane and Jackie about their encounter with Eve and August, starting with Cindy's encounter in the laundry room with Eve, leaving out Randall's changing into prevocative blue jeans, and ending with Eve's offer to sponsor them as members of The Silver Key Club.
'So are you going to do it?' asked 'plain'Jane. 'Join their swinger's club at the Radisson Duluth?'
'I'm not sharing Cindy with any other man!' announced Randall, squeezing her hand. Cindy gave a mental sigh of relief.
'I would!' announced Jackie.
'You WOULD???' asked a mildly shocked Jane.
'Sure!' Jackie laughed. 'I wouldn't mind going to an orgy just once to see what it's like!'
They finally reached the doors to the roller rink and bowling alley, the four almost recoiling at the noise and organ music as they opened and went in.
Randall squirted the baby oil on Cindy's palm and she promptly slapped the head of his cock. All three of the women laughed at his reaction.
Cindy immediately grabbed Randall's downward-bent erection in the middle, covered his big flared glans with the tissues and started masturbating him with lightning speed. He moaned.
Jane sniggered through her nose and handed the burning joint to Jackie.
Jackie put the joint in her mouth and reached over to pull-off Randall's beanie while tousling his hair with the other. 'C'mon Randy, hurry up! I want to go rollerskating!' she laughed.
'And I gotta go to the girl's room!' chimed in 'plain'Jane.
'Me too!' said Jackie, tousling Randall's hair again.
Realising her friends were getting impatient, Cindy quietly whispered in Randall's ear that her period had started yesterday and so he would just have to put up with blowjobs this weekend.
Randall ejaculated immediately into the tissues,to cheers and laughter from both Jackie and 'plain'Jane. They pelted Randall's crotch from with the backseat with packets of wet wipes from their purses.
'At least he yelled YOUR name, Cindy!' Jackie smirked.
'plain'Jane snickered behind her hand.
Randall's face burned red as his erection rapidly deflated.
Cindy through the soiled tissues in a plastic bag hanging from the dashboard. Randall opened the wet wipes packets and cleaned off his shrinking dick while Cindy Wiped her hand clean.
Jackie shoved Randall's shoulder from behind. 'C'mon Randy! Put your little winkie away already!'
Jane and Jackie laughed as they watched Cindy help pull up her boyfriend's pants and underwear, while clumsily stuffing his penis back into his fruit of the looms.
Jackie and 'plain'Jane got out of the backseat of Randall's green Pontiac and Cindy exited from the front passenger seat. The stood and waited while Randall lit a bomber joint inside his car out of the wind.
The four started heading across the parking lot.
Randall handed the joint to Jackie.
'I like you, Randy!' Jackie said. 'You have a sense of humor and really great grass!' She handed the doobie to Cindy, who took a deep drag.
'So Cindy, what did you tell your boyfriend that made him blow his load so fast?' asked Jackie.
Cindy handed off the joint to 'plain'Jane and whispered in Jackie's ear. Jackie grinned.
'You are one lucky dog this weekend, Randy!' said Jackie, punching him in the shoulder.
'What did Cindy say?' 'plain'Jane complained, handing off the joint back to Randall.
Jackie whispered in Jane's ear, then pulled back and said, 'Can you imagine the slurping sounds coming out of THERE bedroom this weekend?!' They both laughed uproariously while Cindy and Randall burned with embarrassment.
Cindy decided to change the subject and tell Jane and Jackie about their encounter with Eve and August, starting with Cindy's encounter in the laundry room with Eve, leaving out Randall's changing into prevocative blue jeans, and ending with Eve's offer to sponsor them as members of The Silver Key Club.
'So are you going to do it?' asked 'plain'Jane. 'Join their swinger's club at the Radisson Duluth?'
'I'm not sharing Cindy with any other man!' announced Randall, squeezing her hand. Cindy gave a mental sigh of relief.
'I would!' announced Jackie.
'You WOULD???' asked a mildly shocked Jane.
'Sure!' Jackie laughed. 'I wouldn't mind going to an orgy just once to see what it's like!'
They finally reached the doors to the roller rink and bowling alley, the four almost recoiling at the noise and organ music as they opened and went in.
Sorry! Working 60 hour weeks for a couple more weeks. Will return soon!
Randall watched as the three friends walked single file laughing towards the door marked 'GIRLS'. As soon as they disappeared together into the restroom, he heard his name being called from the snack bar area.
'Randall! Randall!' came the voices of man and woman. The Christmas songs the ancient woman playing on the Wurlitzer organ almost drowning-out them out.
Randall spotted the waving hands and approached cautiously. As he got closer, he saw that they were Bill and Jill, members of the church he used to belong to.
When he first met Bill and Jill, he assumed they were brother and sister instead of husband and wife. They looked eerily alike. The same stature, the same shade of blonde hair, the same blue eyes, the same button nose, the same facial bone structure. The same toothy smiles.
In his high school library, Randall had once paged through an over-sized book of Nazi propaganda posters and he thought Bill and Jill would have made great models.
Bill stood up from his chair at the table as Randall approached and extended his hand.
'It's great to see you again, Randall!' said Bill after their hearty handshake. 'Sit down!'
'Great to see you again, too,' lied Randall, pulling up a chair. He nodded toward Jill, who gave him a brilliant, billion-watt smile. They were wearing identical gray slacks but different Christmas-themed sweaters.
'We got back from our mission in Rhodesia last month-' began Bill.
'-Spreading the word of God to the heathens!' interrupted Jill.
'That's right!' said Bill. 'Bringing the heathen savages to Our Lord Jesus Christ. Anyway, we went back to church and not only weren't you there anymore, your fiancee, Elena was engaged to another man!'
That was news to Randall. 'Elena is engaged?' he asked. 'To who?'
'Some guy new to the church, named Roger,' said Jill, happy to inform Randall of his ex-fiancee's betrayel.
'Huh,' said Randall, not knowing what to make of this. 'Never heard of him.'
'We were at your engagement party and flew to Rhodesia the next day' said Jill. 'It was a real surprise to come back and see Elena engaged to another man!'
Randall saw Cindy scanning the sparse crowd for him. He stood up and waved to her. She made her way to their table. She looked curiously at the Aryan-looking couple her admirer was sitting with.
Randall made introductions and mentioned that Bill and Jill were missionaries just back from Africa.
Jill turned on her billion-watt smile. 'It's good to be back in time to celebrate Our Lord Savior's birthday!'
Cindy retaliated with her own high-beam smile. 'Don't I know you from somewhere, Bill?' she asked.
'I worked with your ex-husband, Dickie Sr, down at the lumberyard while you two were getting divorced,' said Bill a little too casually.
'Oh, yeah,' said Cindy, frowning.
'So what brings you out rollerskating tonight?' asked Randall, desperate to change the subject.
'Well,' said Bill. 'We parked the kids at Grandma's, and our original plans were to meet-up with some friends at the Radisson Duluth, but we decided to go out closer to home and have some fun at the roller rink. Want to bowl a frame or two later?'
'It'll be fun!' said Jill, trying to give Randall a surreptitious wink that Cindy totally caught and Randall didn't.
Cindy grabbed Randall's elbow. 'Let's go rent some roller skates, okay Randall?!' she pulled him roughly out of his grimy plastic chair.
'See you guys out on the rink!' Randall yelled back while Cindy dragged him towards the rental counter.
'Randall! Randall!' came the voices of man and woman. The Christmas songs the ancient woman playing on the Wurlitzer organ almost drowning-out them out.
Randall spotted the waving hands and approached cautiously. As he got closer, he saw that they were Bill and Jill, members of the church he used to belong to.
When he first met Bill and Jill, he assumed they were brother and sister instead of husband and wife. They looked eerily alike. The same stature, the same shade of blonde hair, the same blue eyes, the same button nose, the same facial bone structure. The same toothy smiles.
In his high school library, Randall had once paged through an over-sized book of Nazi propaganda posters and he thought Bill and Jill would have made great models.
Bill stood up from his chair at the table as Randall approached and extended his hand.
'It's great to see you again, Randall!' said Bill after their hearty handshake. 'Sit down!'
'Great to see you again, too,' lied Randall, pulling up a chair. He nodded toward Jill, who gave him a brilliant, billion-watt smile. They were wearing identical gray slacks but different Christmas-themed sweaters.
'We got back from our mission in Rhodesia last month-' began Bill.
'-Spreading the word of God to the heathens!' interrupted Jill.
'That's right!' said Bill. 'Bringing the heathen savages to Our Lord Jesus Christ. Anyway, we went back to church and not only weren't you there anymore, your fiancee, Elena was engaged to another man!'
That was news to Randall. 'Elena is engaged?' he asked. 'To who?'
'Some guy new to the church, named Roger,' said Jill, happy to inform Randall of his ex-fiancee's betrayel.
'Huh,' said Randall, not knowing what to make of this. 'Never heard of him.'
'We were at your engagement party and flew to Rhodesia the next day' said Jill. 'It was a real surprise to come back and see Elena engaged to another man!'
Randall saw Cindy scanning the sparse crowd for him. He stood up and waved to her. She made her way to their table. She looked curiously at the Aryan-looking couple her admirer was sitting with.
Randall made introductions and mentioned that Bill and Jill were missionaries just back from Africa.
Jill turned on her billion-watt smile. 'It's good to be back in time to celebrate Our Lord Savior's birthday!'
Cindy retaliated with her own high-beam smile. 'Don't I know you from somewhere, Bill?' she asked.
'I worked with your ex-husband, Dickie Sr, down at the lumberyard while you two were getting divorced,' said Bill a little too casually.
'Oh, yeah,' said Cindy, frowning.
'So what brings you out rollerskating tonight?' asked Randall, desperate to change the subject.
'Well,' said Bill. 'We parked the kids at Grandma's, and our original plans were to meet-up with some friends at the Radisson Duluth, but we decided to go out closer to home and have some fun at the roller rink. Want to bowl a frame or two later?'
'It'll be fun!' said Jill, trying to give Randall a surreptitious wink that Cindy totally caught and Randall didn't.
Cindy grabbed Randall's elbow. 'Let's go rent some roller skates, okay Randall?!' she pulled him roughly out of his grimy plastic chair.
'See you guys out on the rink!' Randall yelled back while Cindy dragged him towards the rental counter.
Randall and Cindy skated around the sparsely populated rink holding hands, unable to talk to each other because of the noise of the skates and the ancient woman organist playing the same four Christmas songs: Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, Frosty the Snowman, Jingle Bells and White Christmas, as loudly as she could, apparently to drown out the noise of the skaters singing along.
The skating rink and bowling alley were about a third as crowded on a Saturday night as it normally was because Christmas was a few days away.
Their buzz worn-off and bored, Randall and Cindy traded in their rollerskates for their winter boots and holding hands, headed to the snack bar.
They both ordered a Polish sausage with saerkraut on a tiny paper plate, a bag of plain chips and a Pepsi before sitting down at a table next to the new Spirit of 76 pinball machine that Randall had had his eye on since he saw it. They both unself-consciously dug in.
The skating rink and bowling alley were about a third as crowded on a Saturday night as it normally was because Christmas was a few days away.
Their buzz worn-off and bored, Randall and Cindy traded in their rollerskates for their winter boots and holding hands, headed to the snack bar.
They both ordered a Polish sausage with saerkraut on a tiny paper plate, a bag of plain chips and a Pepsi before sitting down at a table next to the new Spirit of 76 pinball machine that Randall had had his eye on since he saw it. They both unself-consciously dug in.
