A Randy Retirement Pt. 19: Morgan

"Oh," she murmured softly as her body fluttered and her knees lowered to settle on the table. She was cumming and Randy watched her as the pleasure coursed through her body. It was not obvious, but there were little signs, like the tick of her mouth, the burst of heat in her breasts that he still held, and the slight tremble of her thighs.

When she finally looked at him with clear eyes, she acknowledged, "You didn't cum."

"No, but that's okay. I will before the night is done," and he released her breasts and moved his hands lightly down her sides. "Right now, I think you need me to pull a few more orgasms out of you. Let me introduce you to the Sybian."

Morgan's eyes widened. "I have no idea what that is."

Randy chuckled as he sat up and palmed her ass, "You will."

They abandoned the table and made their way back to the playroom.

He had her stand along the left wall while he went to get what he needed. When he returned, he handed her two sets of suspension cuffs.

"These are for your ankles and these are for your wrists. Strap them on tight, because you will be suspended by them and we don't want you falling off the machine." Her eyes again shot wide, but she went about her appointed task while he prepared the machine on a wooden table.

He had chosen the largest attachment, six inches long and two in width. Then he had checked Morgan's work and pronounced it satisfactory.

On overhead tracks, he pulled the winch over to the table and attached a heavy steel bar to it that had metal loops on each end. To these he clipped her wrist restraints. Then he held out something in both of his hands to her, "Ball-gag or ring-gag?"

Morgan tapped the hand with the red ball.

"Open wide," he told her and seated it firmly in her mouth, buckling it tightly behind her head. He then tied a length of the hemp rope to her ankle cuffs and stood, taking her face in his right hand.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you take this ride."

She tried to speak, and he knew she said, 'Oh god,' but it was undecipherable.

Threading the rope from her left ankle through the loop on the left side of the bar, he pulled her ankle up behind her until her foot was even with her ass and then repeated the procedure with the right. Her legs were flared out now, her body suspended, and he raised her higher before guiding her over the machine on the table.

Slowly he lowered Morgan with the hoist until her body rested on the Sybian, the silicone cock impaling her. The cuffs held her upright, but almost all her weight was supported at one point, where the phallus entered her cunt.

She watched him in apprehension as he backed away, the control in his hand, and he pulled up a chair to sit and watch. The sight of his hardened cock, standing stiffly upright, made her moan.

When he switched it on low, she let out a deep groan and laid her head along her left bicep, rubbing her forehead into the muscle of her arm.

He played with her for the next ten minutes, keeping to the lowest numbers on the control as he watched her squirm in her restraints and listened to her grunt and moan.

Morgan kept trying to squeeze the sides of the Sybian with her thighs to take some of the pressure off her cunt, but when she did Randy would turn the machine up to 4 and her legs would always retreat from their attempt.

He focused on her labia and how it had widened to accept the vibrating cock that was working its magic.

Then he decided to give her a taste of what was to come and began to turn the machine up to 7 or 8 for just the briefest of moments.

Morgan's head would tilt back as she cried out and then as he quickly dialed back down, it would droop to her chest. Her breathing quickened and as he began to leave it on the higher setting for seveal seconds instead of just one, she began to pant.

It was when he noticed her tits vibrating, as if caught in the beginnings of an earthquake, that he rotated the dial to 10 and left it there. He dropped the control to the floor, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette as he watched her body thrum through two orgasms in less than four minutes.

"Did you ever see the movie 'The Terminator' Morgan?" he asked calmly. If she attempted to answer it was lost in the howling of a third orgasm. There were tears streaking down her cheeks now.

"There are a couple of quotes in that movie that could be paraphrased to describe your current predicament.," and Morgan started her journey toward cumming again.

"They would go something like this, 'Making you cum it what it does. It's all it does. It can't be bargained with. It doesn't feel pity. And it will not stop, ever, until you are all cummed out' or at least until I get tired of watching, I added that last part."

As he finished, her face turned to him with a pleading look while her vibrating tits shook with another colossal orgasm.

Randy waited until she had cum three more times before he turned off the Sybian and let her down. She was wobbly as she stood, but held on to the machine and then bent to kiss it.

Her got her a bottle of water as he helped her down the hallway, across the catwalk to the main stairs and then down to his bed.

He placed her sitting up against the headboard on the bed, supported by several pillows, and sat astride her thighs, keeping most of his weight on his knees as he examined her breasts.

"Did you know that your tits were very round Morgan?" She didn't answer. She just looked at him as she recovered from her cum session.

"They form almost perfect orbs on your chest, and they are so wide that, as I sit here, they hide part of your upper arm on each side of your body," and he made a big show of moving his head from side to side and examining what he was describing.

Then he continued, "And also, the cleavage they form is so deep that I can almost hide my hand in it," and Randy placed his left hand there to show her, "See?'

When she did not respond, he continued, "But I have a much better idea," and Morgan saw that look in his eye and knew that what came next was going to lead to her cumming again.

He moved up her body, setting himself just below her tits and pulled them apart by the nipples.

"Spit," and she gave him a confused look.

"Spit down your cleavage." Morgan followed his instructions.

"More," he told her, and she worked up more saliva and drizzled it onto her chest.

Randy then placed his erect cock between her massive mammaries and pulled them together by her nipples.

"Now hold your breasts tightly around my cock and lick the head when it comes into range," and he commenced to tit-fuck her.

At first, she was taken aback. Apparently, she had never done this before. But as he continued, she squeezed her tits together tighter and stuck out her tongue to lick the wide helmet of his cockhead. She was getting into it.

"Oh yeah, yeah. Ohhh, that feels so hot," she told him in a sultry voice as the hormones again took hold of her.

Randy stopped, with his cock as deep into the tunnel she had made as possible, and told her, "Suck it," and she immediately took what she could into her mouth and suckled it.

She was still worn out by her previous ordeal on the Sybian, but he noted that a fire was building and thought that she might have one more orgasm left in her by the way she was performing her given task.

He pulled his dick from between her tits and had her roll onto her left side, then he lay behind her and sidled up to her back.

"Pull your legs up, almost like a fetal position," and when she did, he adjusted himself so that he could better insert his meat-stick into her.

She was horny, and wet, and still gaped from earlier. His cock slid in easily as he began to slowly fuck her. He took his time, caressing her chest and turning her face back to his so that he could kiss her. She wanted 'normal,' he was giving her normal.

She made no sound, not even an "Oh god," and he continued at a leisurely pace for several minutes before he stopped, lubed her ass, and began the same steady methodical fuck of her asshole.

It wasn't his style, but he could do it. It was what he termed 'vanilla sex' and what he imagined most women were familiar with. That was one of the reasons about half of the women he fucked wanted to come back; his style was definitively not vanilla.

He felt her body grow warmer, almost like she had a fever, as he continued to fuck her ass and then she buried her face in the pillow and a little mew escaped.

Randy pulled out, rolled her onto her back and spread her legs. He entered her pussy again and started fucking her in the classic missionary position. The heat remained in her body as he vacuumed her tongue into his mouth. He nibbled and licked her earlobes and briefly contemplated a hickey on her neck, but decided it was juvenile.

After five more minutes of that, Morgan had tired of normal.

"Fuck me Randy," she told him in a breathless whisper. And then her voice grew stronger, "I need you to fuck me hard like you did before."

"I thought you wanted normal," he teased her, not changing his pace.

"Oooo, dammit! Fuck normal," she pleaded.

He obliged her, caught the back of her knees inside the crook of his elbows and rotated her ass up as he began to batter her needy pussy into oblivion.

"Oh god yes, pound my pussy," she implored him.

In literally no time she was cumming and he soon followed, savagely thrusting into her cunt with each spurt of his seed.

After a brief respite, they showered off and changed the sheets once more. Morgan volunteered that the titfucking almost made her cum, to which Randy replied, "Really? Interesting."

When they had finished redoing the sheets, he asked her. "Was that normal enough for you?"

"Yes, but I like your way better."

"Most women do," he replied as he crept onto his side of the bed.

Morgan snuggled in facing him, both of them naked. She fell asleep with her massive chest resting on his.

***

On Sunday morning Randy made blueberry pancakes. After they had eaten, Morgan excused herself to pack her stuff and Randy made busy in the playroom, cleaning and storing the stuff that he had used on her.

On his way back to his bedroom, she is waiting for him on the main stairway.

"I thought you were packing."

It was barely audible, but she whispered, "Do it to me one more time."

"Does that make me the Captain?" He could tell by her reaction that she had no idea what he was talking about. "It's an old song, I'll play it for you sometime," but she wasn't paying attention to his words any longer, she was too engrossed in getting his shorts off.

Randy obliged by removing her clothes and she went to work on his limp cock immediately. He stood on the steps and watched her on her knees, working his lengthening dick and taking it all in. He noticed, or imagined, that her tits had a little bit of sag to them that maybe wasn't there when the weekend had begun, but he wasn't sure.

What he was sure of, was that Morgan was doing her best to emulate an Electrolux vacuum cleaner on his cock and he was ready to fuck her. He sat on a step and she mounted him reverse cowgirl, one hand on the rail and the other on the wall for support. At first, he let her fuck him, but eventually took over and thrusted his hard cock into her pussy. And to his surprise, she began to talk.

"Oooo, yeah ... Oh fuck ... Oh my god ... un-huh," over and over as her body began to melt onto him. She began to breath very shallow. "Ohhh ... ohhh yeah ... ohhh fuck."

And then she did something totally unexpected. She rose off him and turned around, all on her own. "I want to look at you," she told him as she sank down on his cock again.

Randy picked up right where he had left off and began pounding into her again and she continued with the exhortations. She wrapped her arms around his neck there on the stairs, crushing her huge chest into his and held on for dear life as his cock brought on the final orgasm for her that weekend. As she grinded her cunt on his cock afterward, he came inside her, and she kissed him fiercely.

*

When Morgan had redressed and straightened her clothes, she gave him a peck on the cheek, "I really enjoyed the weekend. Thank you."

"You're welcome, I enjoyed it too," he replied with a smile. "Can I take your bags to your car?"

"No, I already did. I want you to know that I really needed it this," and she embraced him. Holding him tightly to her breasts, she looked into his eyes, "You know, I've lived in Austin and DC and I've had my share of ... well, let's just call them fuckings. You're different, you know that?"

"How so?"

"You fuck like you mean it, like you think it's the last time you're ever gonna get some," and she let him go and took a step back. "Let me see your phone."

"Why?"

"Just let me see it," and she put her hand out and shook it at him.

When he unlocked and handed it over, she put her number in the contacts and sent a text to herself, so she'd have his number.

Her phone dinged in her purse and she handed his back, "If you are ever in DC look me up, I don't have the toys you do, but we can improvise."

"Okay," Randy mused, "But one last question Morgan. Did you decide what you are?"

"Oh, I'm definitely a whore, but I knew that when I walked up to you at the reunion. At one time in my life, long ago and fresh out of college I got to be fucked in the manner that you do it, but it only lasted a few months and then it had to end. It was good to feel it again."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Glad I could help. Umm ... this is what I think you are," and he gave her the prize she had earned before she headed out the door, a black bondage choker with a single steel ring in front and the words 'Fuck Doll' imprinted in white on either side. She laughed, then put it in her purse and kissed him good-bye.

He watched her drive down the driveway and noticed a bumper sticker on the back bumper as she pulled away. It was a political one and supported a cause that Randy never would. He tucked the thought away in his mind for future reference in case it was ever needed for motivation.

Next story: Halley comes home for Christmas Break and spends NYE with Randy.