We hit Reno in a whirlwind, jumping off the plane and heading to our Hotel Casino Suite in a rush, wanting to make the most of every second. The El Dorado was an old school casino, and Anne’s pick. The layout was horrible, and Anne took quick umbrage to the little missing things she considers standard- automatic doors, ramps for the luggage. Anne in a bad mood was not what I wanted, so I turned on the humor, the charm to make her laugh as we made it to the lobby. Checking in was a breeze, and despite the foolish layout of the Casino itself, we liked our room; it was spacious with a whirlpool tub for three, automated heavy blinds and a Californian King bed. Anne hit the shower and I emailed Katrina Marie to confirm our flight had made it on time and we’d see her in a few short hours. She was coming out in the Limo to meet us, she said, and I was delighted to hear it. Anne and I really wanted a chance to talk to her and see if we had a rapport before our party. Anne came into the bedroom and I couldn’t help myself from licking my lips. Anne is a lovely woman. I know she doesn’t see it but I do, and she’d really outdone herself this time. Her long auburn highlighted brown hair was held back in a silver clasp, but the rest of her long locks tickled about her shoulders and breasts like it couldn’t resist the chance to touch her. Her pale skin made her pale aqua eyes flash like gemstones, for the entire world looking like a perfect china doll. She was wearing a silver corset that pushed her large bosom up like it was being offered to me to grab, taste, fondle. Around this she threw a grey smock for “modesty” though she clearly was showing off what she had. She asked me to pick out her jewelry, and I picked out a couple necklaces, advised against rings and earrings, and she daintily chose a black gem and antique metal pendant that always made me think “Gypsy.” Kissing her and leering at her shamelessly I was good naturedly shoved in the direction of the bathroom where I showered up quickly and thoroughly. I wanted to be comfortable, so I chose some Khaki shorts, a nice dress shirt and some sandals. Hey, I was on vacation, give me a break! Butterflies in our stomachs, we went downstairs to gamble a little while we waited for Katrina. We were two drinks in a piece and up by $60.00 (a passably good sign, I felt) when Katrina rang my cell. We headed out to the Valet where a nice Limo awaited us. The driver introduced himself, and opened the door for Anne and me. I nearly dove in with excitement. Settling in I got my first look a Katrina. Her pictures did not do her justice. Her curly dark hair cascaded around her bronzed face, a little pert nose above a quirky honest smile, and dark brown eyes that seemed like pools of soul looked back at me. She was in a black dress, elegant and simple; I loved it instantly, and the devil in me couldn’t help but wonder what was under it. She came forward and gave us a hug each, and we did a little small talk. We made it a few miles when it became obvious the poor girl was distressed- it turned out that she wasn’t used to riding backwards and was getting a little car sick. Trying not to laugh at her obviously overblown embarrassment, Anne and her exchanged seats and suddenly I had an opportunity to cuddle up with Katrina, who was more than game. We chatted avidly on the way out, and Katrina seemed to have many of the same interests as us, and Anne was able to give Katrina some recommendations for the best male revues in Vegas for her 21st birthday the next night. I was silent during most of this, enjoying watching the two women bond as Katrina and I had done most of the “talking” on email. It was clear quickly that while Katrina was innately a shy woman, but as soon as she felt comfortable with someone all bets were off! Katrina mentioned she had a friend that she thought we’d like and might want to have join us in our party. That sounded good to us and Katrina said she would introduce us once we got there. We arrived at the Ranch quickly and walked in. Anne and I saddled up to the bar and ordered a drink while Katrina accepted a prize during the Tea Party for being one of the Top Performers of the month. Soon she brought over her friend, Cindi Larue, to join us. Cindi is a mix of blond and brunette, with sharp blue eyes and perfect C breasts. She was wearing a very sexy blue and black dress. She was very outspoken, funny, and immediately made Anne and I at ease. Here was a girl who would be the life of any party. I liked her immediately. We talked about movies, sports, TV, and the girls talked about their favorite hot stars. They eventually drifted into girl talk and I just sat back and watched, glad they were all hitting it off so well. I think it surprised no one when Anne asked if we could see the VIP room all four of us together. We went in and saw the huge bed, the sex swing, the giant sized tub, the hot tub out back and were sold. Cindi was the more experienced of the two girls, so she took care of negotiation. I negotiate for a living, but I didn’t want to negotiate. I just wanted them, all three of them, and I wanted them now. So she named a price, I countered once and we were on our way. Cindi and I took care of the money while Anne and Katrina got things ready in the room. We got a pail of water and a pail of Red Bull and headed for the room. “Red Bull?” I asked Cindi “Trust me, Lover; you are going to need them.” She purred, squeezing me tight around the waist. “You have three girls to satisfy, and I’m not going to settle for less than your A-Game.” Gulping a little, we went into the room. Katrina was setting up her computer for music, and I immediately went over to help her since I’m pretty good with computers. We settled on a Pandora station and turned around. “Cindi!” Katrina exclaimed when she turned around. I was glad I wasn’t the only one surprised. Cindi had not been idle when my back was turned. She was already topless, and down to panties. “What?” Cindi asked in a surprised voice. “I like being naked. I like other people being naked too. Like I can’t wait to see what these look like.” She said and immediately started feeling Anne’s large double D breasts through her corset. Anne, for her part, was drunk enough that she just looked at the hands squeezing her breasts with mild amusement and a little surprise. And in the back ground, where maybe only I could see it…the smoldering hint of her desire. “Shouldn’t we go..uh…slower?” Katrina asked, worried, I think, that Anne or I would bolt. “Nope.” Cindi said matter of factly. “Now get naked.” My eyes were glued to the spectacle in front of me but the always enticing sound of a zipper going down tore my eyes away. Katrina’s dress zipped on the side and she had undone it all the way. She held it to herself, modestly, but I could see her black bra and panties underneath, and just seeing them, with the hint of her bronze skin was enough to make the beast inside twitch. I moved to her, put my arms around her and cupped her perfect ass in my hands. As I kissed her, she made a contented sound in my mouth as I kneaded her buttocks with my hands gently and her tongue made love to my mouth. Hands groped onto my chest and started unbuttoning my shirt. Backing away, I saw that Anne was trying to unbutton my shirt while Cindi was undoing the catches behind her corset. As the last click fell, Anne stopped to cover herself up. “What is it?” Cindi asked, I think honestly confused. “I’m not…I’m not beautiful like you two.” Anne said. Cindi rolled her eyes and said, “We all have things we don’t like about ourselves. I don’t like my big ass.” “I don’t like my itty bitty titties.” Katrina added, dropping her bra to the floor showing a pair of B breasts and some very eager nipples. Women are crazy, I thought. They look at themselves and see only imperfection. Maybe they even look at each other and see imperfection. That’s not what I see. I see three beautiful women, perfect in each their own way. I opened my mouth to tell them what I saw, but decided they’d think it was a line, so I settled for, “You are all perfectly proportionate to yourselves. It looks way worse when some girl gets huge fake boobies that don’t fit their frame or starve themselves skinny.” Anne let her top fall to the floor, and her wonderful double D breasts, my sexual fascination for the last twenty years, rolled into view. The girls let out little sounds of excitement, and both went to her, kissing and touching. I took off my shirt, and let my shorts fall to the ground. The girls piled into the tub and Anne and I quickly dropped trousers and practically dove in, embarrassed to show them our nether regions- something no one but the other had seen in years. Soon we were all chatting and playing with the bubbles, sipping our drinks (poor Katrina had to stick to water but the other three of us were getting bombed on mixed drinks). It was a good way to relax and get to know each other, but it was a little crowded. We decided to move outside to the Hot Tub where we’d have more room. It was cold outside and we all jumped into the tub eagerly. Of all things, in started spitting sleet and ice cold rain on us, but it was a nice blend between the boiling hot water and the icy wind. Cindi showed Anne how to get the jets just right on her sex and Anne said, “Oh! Oh my…..” And Cindi gave her a deep kiss and again started kneading her breasts. “I love these tits.” She murmured. I took the opportunity to start kissing Katrina again, which I must say she is a great kisser. I cupped her breast in my hand and toyed with the nipple. She was so small, a tiny girl, and I couldn’t resist, grabbing her by the hips, I lifted her out of the water and suckled on her nipples. She threw her head back, and she looked like a goddess of the night, the sleet raining down her, her half wet hair waving in the wind, half of her body in the water, like she was rising from it. It was an almost mythological look and I wished I had a camera to take the primal picture. Spinning her around, she slid down my front, her buttocks running against my body. We were treated to the view of Anne and Cindi making out avidly, Anne cupping Cindi’s breasts and Cindi’s hands in the water, lower, doing something nefarious. Whatever it was, Anne seemed to like it. Katrina rubbed her perfect ass against my cock and it loved the feeling, and I loved the view… it sprung to attention, pressing against her crack. Looking back at me she gave the self satisfied smile that women do when they know they’ve aroused you and she said, “Someone likes that, huh?” She punctuated her words by stroking my cock behind her back (a neat move!) and I let my head hang back, letting the sleet hit my face and said something very intelligent like, “Gah. Guhdja. Don’t stop that.” She let out a little laugh and by some unspoken signal she and Cindi changed positions. I have no idea what or if anything happened between Katrina and Anne. Cindi caught my eyes and held them. She had those crystal blue eyes that just pulled you in. She waded toward me and pushed me back firmly but gently against the edge of the hot tub. Where Katrina was gentle and passive, Cindi was aggressive and forceful. She kissed me hot and hard, pushing her tongue in my mouth, reaching down to grasp my cock and squeeze it. I gasped into her mouth, and I knew the sound pleased her because she moaned into my mouth. Reaching up I put my fingers into her hair and pulled her head back firmly so that I could nip at her neck, leading a little trail to her full breasts which I sucked and nipped at. Gasping we broke away to see Katrina and Anne watching us both, and smiling. We were getting waterlogged so we agreed to head into the bedroom. I got out of the hot tub and the girls used my broad shoulders to steady themselves as they climbed out. I was treated to the sight of half-naked women running with towels haphazardly covering them and I grinned to myself at the simple pleasure of it as I followed them in. We climbed onto the bed and Cindi immediately pushed Anne back, kissing her way down her body until she could taste Anne’s sex. Anne grabbed a handful of blanket in her fists and gave me that wild look I knew. I didn’t know exactly what Cindi was doing, but she was hitting the spot. Anne’s whole body trembled. I pulled Katrina into me and stroked her sides and stomach and cupped her breasts as we watched Cindi bring Anne to the brink of orgasm…and then backed off. With a wet and naughty smile she said, “Not yet. Your turn, Michael.” She pulled me off the bed and knelt in front of me. Now I was the one to be self-conscious. “I’m not….big.” I said, timidly. She reached out and stroked me until I was completely hard and she said, “You are fine. This is the average for a man…that’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’ve seen bigger, we’ve seen smaller. What I want to see is what we can do with it.” So saying she rubbed me gently on her breasts and then made quick work of putting a condom on me and began sucking me off. I dizzily watched her as she stared into my eyes as she sucked away at me, and I cupped her head and stared back. All the blood rushed out of my brain and into my cock. The dizziness overwhelmed me and I said, “Easy, girl, easy…” and climbed into bed. Apparently “easy” was not in the playbook for tonight. My ass cheeks had barely hit the bed spread when Katrina’s mouth attacked my cock with abandon. There is no such thing as a bad blowjob. But there are good blowjobs and there are great blowjobs and there are fucking Epic Blowjobs. My wife Anne, bless my life, is one of the last type. She gives those Epic Blowjobs, the curl your toes, clench your fists, beg for mercy and do long division to keep from coming instantly blowjobs. I think it’s because she truly enjoys giving head and it makes all the difference. Thank God Anne had prepared me for this, because Katrina apparently went to the same school of dick sucking my wife did. Holy shit did she have a go at my cock. She started sucking and moving her tongue, mouth and head like she had one goal and one goal only, to pull every last inch of pleasure from my cock as quickly as she could. I was hanging on for dear life. Seeking distraction, I turned my head to see that Cindi was fingering Anne now and Anne was pinching her own nipples while massaging her large mounds. The sight did nothing to help my situation, but I called in my deepest reserves and calmed the beast inside me. “I want to taste you too.” I told Katrina and she gave me a large smile, one that almost said she’d been hoping I’d say that. Without pausing in her cocksucking, she swung her tiny frame around to present me with her pussy. It was like the rest of her, small, compact, tight and lovely. Usually I like giving oral sex slowly with languid laps and kisses and hot breath teasing her sex. I was too keyed up for that though, and I dove in with earnest, my tongue shoving as deeply into her as I could. She paused in her giving oral for long enough to say, “Oh my. Yes!” Cupping her perfectly bronzed ass cheeks in my hands I kneaded her buttocks as I went to work on her button. She ground her sex into my mouth as she deep throated me repeatedly. Both of us were gasping as she finally climbed off of me. Gesturing to Katrina, I had her mount me and I pressed into her. She was so tight and warm. She started rocking back and forth on me, gentle and nice, sensing I needed a minute to recover. The truth was I prided myself on the ability to hold my orgasm, and I’d almost lost it there for a minute. Katrina rode me harder and faster, and then she moved her legs into a position so she could sit on me rather than mount me and sort of bounce up and down. It looked a little awkward for her but felt divine for me. Holding my arms up for her to grasp, she grabbed my wrists and used them as leverage to pound down on me. I used my ass muscles to push up into her and she groaned and put her hair back, I could feel her hair tickle my knees. She looked divine. I looked over and saw Anne start shuddering and she called out as an orgasm rocketed through her. A self-satisfied smile was on Cindi’s face and she said with a little humor and wonder, “The clit. I love it.” Then looking over at me she saw what we were doing and said, “Oh, Froggy! I love that position. I want me some of that.” Is that what it was called? A cute name for something that felt kinky and wonderful! Moving over she kissed Katrina wetly (dimly I was aware that they both would taste like my wife’s juices and the thought caused a throb to go through my cock) and my cock was suddenly greeted by cold air as Katrina dismounted. It was only seconds though and Cindi mounted me. There was something about her. Whenever Cindi stared into my eyes, the rest of the room disappeared. She pushed herself down on me and without any preamble started fucking me like there was no tomorrow. She alternated between Froggy and Cowgirl and I pressed into her with every thrust up as she thrust down on me. I have no idea how long we fucked by finally she slowed and said, “Wow. I’m impressed.” “By what?” I asked, lost in the fun of the moment. “We’ve both sucked you and fucked you and you still haven’t finished.” She said, and seemed worried. I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “It’s no reflection on you, trust me, I’m having an amazing time. I may not be big, but I control my cock completely. I pretty much don’t…finish…unless I want to. I have one Achilles Heel, and as long as you don’t hit that, I won’t.” “So what is your Achilles Heel?” She asked. “Not telling.” I said with a smile. Sticking her tongue out at me playfully she rolled off and said, “I’ll get Anne to tell me.” “Anne, do you want to learn how to eat a woman out?” She asked and grabbed Katrina by the hips and opened her legs firmly. “You start here, and hold your lips like this…” And like it was show and tell she started instructing Anne on how to give oral sex to a woman. I watched avidly, learning a few pointers myself, but mostly just enjoying the sight of the two girls taking turns eating Katrina. Katrina, for her part, was a trooper and took it as long as she could trying to be the perfect play doll, but it was starting to have an effect. Her chest was starting to heave, and her eyes were half lidded. I kissed her, and she kissed me back hungrily. I propped myself up on all fours and started sucking at her wonderfully hard nipples and she moaned and started groaning. She turned her head to the side and lightly bit my arm as I felt her whole body shudder and I watched her whole body arch with it, watching the orgasm flood through her body. I turned and looked at Cindi and Anne and I wasn’t sure which one did the actual final deed, but they both had self-satisfied smiles on their faces. “What next?” Cindi asked, and the beast inside me answered. Striding over to her, I picked her up and tossed her on the bed, clambering after her. Spreading her legs I positioned myself. “I guess someone wants a little mo…..erk!” She said as I slammed into her, deep and quick without preamble. I started fucking in earnest, pumping away like a jackhammer, and I watched her perfect tits bang around from the force of my pumping. She moaned and made small whimpering pleasure noises. I had just decided, way back in the detached part of my brain, the one that was capable of still making decisions, that I wanted to fuck Anne and Katrina again and then I was ready to call it an exhausted and satisfying night…when Anne decided to mess with me. She started in on my Achilles Heel. Damn her. God bless her. “Oh, I like that.” Anne said, huskily, the naughty lilt in her tone, her bedroom voice. “Look at those big tits bounce while you fuck her. Yeah, give it to her hard. Fuck her good. Yeah, we’ve been fucking you like crazy. We deserve a reward. Give us your cum. Spray it all over us. I want to taste my reward.” She leaned over and caught one of Cindi’s bouncing nipples in her mouth and sucked on it avidly, then kept her face right next to it, and it slapped at her face a little. “Oh, yeah, baby, yeah.” She continued. “Yeah, come all over these tits; just cover them with your cream. I’ll keep my face right here. Maybe you’ll even cover my face too. You certainly cum enough for it. You give so much cum. Yeah…but that’s not why I’m down here, no….it’s because I love the taste of your cum when it’s hot and warm, I’m going to lick it off her tits….” It was more than I could take. I bellowed and with a final pump I released. I can’t speak for other men, but when I cum, I cum violently, powerfully. My whole body arcs, by brain shuts down and I almost have an out of body experience because all I am aware of is everything in my body capable of physical sensation suddenly opens up wide and I can only sense pleasure. My IQ also drops by a solid hundred points. I mean I go DUMB for about an hour, like an instant heavy intoxication. It was through this dim haze that I heard voices and I came back to myself. People were talking. “….neat. I can even feel it in his cock.” Cindi was saying. “Yeah, he does that sometimes if it is a really good orgasm.” Anne said shyly like she was sharing a secret with them. “Wuzzit?” I muttered, and then found myself unable to talk more as my whole body growled. “Nothing, Bear.” Anne said, grinning at me. Ah. I growled sometimes after sex. A content grumble in my chest that rolled through me like a contented sigh after a big meal. Couldn’t explain it, it just happened when I was really satisfied. Anne took up Cindi’s hand and pressed it against my chest and the look on Cindi’s face was priceless. “It’s like feeling a cat purr!” She said. “I want to feel it…” I heard a distant seeming voice say. And I felt a small warm body press against my back…ah….Katrina. She was tiny enough that I could feel her whole curled body against my back. But maybe I just felt bigger than normal. It was hard to concentrate. “Wow!” She said, and I could feel her breathing against me. “What a rumble.” “Steak.” I said, smiling at them all drunkenly. “What?” someone said? “Steak. Potato. Hungry. Food.” I said intelligently. “He’s not real bright after his orgasms.” Anne said kindly and laughed All three shared a good laugh as I looked from Cindi to Anne to try to figure out what they were talking about. Katrina rolled off me and I rolled off Cindi. “All Eat.” I added somewhat defensively. “He wants to go out to dinner and wants you two to come with us if you’d like.” Anne translated. The girls laughed again and started talking more. It was too much for my currently Cro-Magnon brain to handle and I lumbered into the bathroom to relieve myself. While in the bathroom I splashed some cool water on my face and regained a few steps of intellect. Of course it was a waste because coming out of the bathroom I could see that Katrina and Anne had started showering. Together. And it was quite a site. Enough to blast my brain back down a couple notches. Anne’s pale skin, bountiful curves were a sharp contrast to Katrina’s small frame, golden bronzed skin and perfect ass. And they were sudsing each other up. Despite everything, I felt my cock stir at the site, almost immediately followed by a warning in my balls that we were not up to a round two yet. Get food. Then maybe…. “The look on your face is priceless.” Cindi whispered in my ear and hugged me from behind. “You like?” I surely did. My brain started to take mini vacations right about then, and I only have strobe memories from there. I remember getting showered up with Cindi (who was very thorough with me). A flash of a debate on where we would eat. Riding in a Limo and laughing along with the girls about something. Walking through a casino, only half aware of my surroundings and eating at a little restaurant inside the casino. Average fair, but a comfortable atmosphere. Good conversation. Riding in the limo back and lamenting the night was almost over. Hugs and kisses around, and a sad departure. Drowsing on the way back to Reno, holding my wife and thinking how lucky I was to have her…. Here is what I would say to anyone thinking about Partying with Cindi and Katrina: DO IT. They are like Yin & Yang, but fit somehow perfectly together…and I think our party was a complete experience because of it. Katrina is gentle, kind, and compassionate…she’s wood wind music on a full moon. Cindi is Rock N Roll, all energy, adventure and craziness. Having the two in our party at the same time kept things rolling without us feeling like we were pushing the action, but also kept it calm, grounded and safe. The two of them complement each other perfectly and I would highly recommend taking them on as a team. I cannot thank the two of them, or my wonderful wife enough for the amazing time I had. Most men only get to fantasize….I lived it. IF you are reading this…don’t fantasize anymore. Live it.
Wow, I am so happy you guys had a blast with Katrina and I. It was amazing. I can't wait to do it again.
It was amazing....sorry if my write up goes on and on...I could have written another couple pages and still wouldn't have captured how awesome it was!
No it was amazing and I understand on trying to capture the magic we all had, I am hoping to do it again.
Lots of details and this review shows genuine passion and satisfaction! So happy to see a satisfied couple experience the Ranch
NHC, Awesome review!!!! Hot, HOT, HOT!!!! Nearly melted my computer screen. Great story and very well told! Almost felt like being there, which I admit is crazy, and a bit kinky... :shock: Doh!!! Thanks for sharing your experiences with two fabulous Lovers, Katrina & Cindi. Must Party: +1 (added to the list...)
This is just the best posting, Cindi LaRue and Katrina Marie really took care of this couple. I wish that all couples could read this post then they would not be afraid to live their fantasies.
We just wanted to drop in and thank everyone for their kind comments about our experience. It was really amazing, and we hope that people who read about it are inspired to go out to the Ranch and try it themselves. This is one of the experiences that every couple should try at least once. What better way to experiment than in a 100% safe environment where you set the ground rules? Cindy and Katrina were awesome, and really took our requests and desires seriously and fullfilled our fantasy completely. If we won the lottery we'd spend half of it there! 8) Katrina & Cindy- we miss you both and can't wait to catch up with you two again...
