A Randy Retirement Pt. 21: Liz

Randy laughed out loud.

Liz's head slid back on her neck, offended. Whether in gest or for real, he couldn't tell due to the wine.

"Why are you laughing at me?" she asked him, and she almost busted out laughing herself, It was then he knew she was acting in gest and the wine was definitely involved.

"Ravish? Really?" and he pointed at her, "Liz, only you would use that word in a sexual fantasy."

"What word would you use?" she asked him as she clamped her hand tighter around the base of his cock.

"Well, ravish implies rape and you can't rape the willing. I would use 'bang my brains out' or 'fuck the shit outta me,' or some such phrase."

Liz smiled at him then, "That'll work too, can you bang my brains out and fuck the shit outta me now?"

"You want me to tie you up?"

"Yes."

"Very well. Are you drunk?"

She smirked and stood, tilted her head back, touched her nose with her fingertips and didn't sway, "I'm mellow, not drunk," and she turned and headed toward the elevator. She took it, letting the doors close without him. Randy hustled up the spiral stairs and arrived just as she was trying to find the switch to open the doors, the robe in a crumpled mass on the floor around her feet.

He picked it up and hit the switch so fast that she missed where it was. "Are we in a hurry?"

"Yes," she answered, visibly steeling herself and then entering the room. "There's so much... where are we going?"

Randy pointed to the padded box on their left, "Over there, just let me pick up a few things and I'll be right with you."

Randy hurried. Liz's machinations on his cock for over half the movie had left him exceedingly hard, the helmet of his cock flared out more than usual. Typically, his cock head was a shade over two inches in diameter. On the rare occasion that he was super-aroused, like now, it was at least three-quarters of an inch wider. He wanted it inside her as soon as possible.

He put her in doggy again, with her face down on the padded box and her ass up. Next was a wide spreader bar cuffed to her ankles with her wrists pulled between her legs and locked to the middle of the bar with more cuffs. Foregoing lube, he spit on her asshole, a little gape still showing and pushed a large butt plug inside. This drew a prolonged moan from Liz until the plug seated itself, her anal ring attempting to grip it for dear life. The sight made Randy's cock twitch.

Using her high hips for a handle, he fucked her silly, making her cum in less than five minutes. It was loud and prolonged and as the surges of it hit her, he slowed down and began to gently pull on the plug in her ass. It spread her asshole from the inside-out during its exit and extended Liz's climax, bringing more loud moans.

Once it was out and her asshole tried to reclaim its shape, Randy bent over and held the plug in Liz's face.

"Put it in your mouth and suck on it and whatever happens, don't take it out."

He expected hesitation, but got none as she accepted the plug; and he could tell she was rubbing her tongue on it as her cheeks depressed with her sucking.

He straightened and without delay, pushed into her ass. Liz didn't let go of the plug, but eked out her approval as he did his best to ravish her. She began to hold the stem of the plug in her teeth and tried to talk to him, asking him to fuck her harder, telling him not to stop, and informing him that he was in the right place. As he continuously hammered away at her asshole, which until the last 24 hours had been untapped, she was washed away in another tidal wave of electricity. By this point she had lost control of her body; the involuntary spasms had taken away any autonomy Liz had, and she was left with only moans and groans, pleadings and requests.

When she started cumming for the second time, her body convulsed with his cock deep inside her, bringing Randy's orgasm to the edge. As he pulled out, she continued to cum, and he noticed her toes curling as her body writhed on the box and she continued to howl.

"My word, you're loud, even with this in your mouth," he told her as he came around to her head and took the plug from her. He jacked the last few stimulations needed and erupted into her open mouth and onto her face. Most of it went in her mouth, but there were several gobs of thick, white cream on her upturned cheek and chin. He released her from the spreader bar and once she had gotten enough control of herself, she captured his sperm with her fingers and licked them clean.

Later, as they showered, Randy told her, "Did you know that your toes curl when you cum?"

Liz's face contorted in confusion. She didn't know and the knowledge lingered as she fell asleep in his bed with his arms wrapped around her.

*

Randy had risen and done some clean-up on Sunday morning before settling into one of the cushioned swivel chairs in the atrium and turned it to overlook his bed. It was twenty more minutes before Liz stirred and she moaned as she sat up.

From out of the dimness, a disembodied voice greeted her, "Welcome to the land of the living. Hard to have fun when you sleep half the day."

She looked around, trying to find the source of the voice and failing.

"Look to your right Liz, in the atrium." It was a gray day, without much sunlight, and it took a moment to pick him out of the shadows.

"Oh, there you are. Hey! What time is it?"

"Almost noon. Did you sleep well?"

"Geez. I slept like a log," and she stretched with her fingers interlocked high above her head. He watched her breasts rise on her chest and then settle as she put her hands in her lap. "I'm sore. I think you broke my ass."

She said it with a mischievous smile, so he wasn't worried.

"When you've used a part of your body like it hasn't been used in a long time, or in your case... ever, that tends to be the result. You know how to fix it don't you?"

"Keep using it," she replied. It was a statement not a question.

"Ding, ding. We have a winner," and he got up. In the dimness she could tell he was still naked as he approached the bed.

Liz untangled herself from the sheets, letting them fall away from her bare body and crawled to the edge of the bed. Without instruction, she reached out and took his hardening cock into her mouth and retched once, then twice, before working it past her gag reflex.

Once she had engulfed it completely, she dropped her hands and began to play with herself as she serviced him. Randy placed his hands on her shoulders as he watched her head bob, the blonde hair still a tangled mess. She began to moan and mixed it with a little hum.

When he encased her head in both his hands and pulled her upright, she had drool streaming in a thin line from the corners of her mouth to her chin and hanging down. He kissed her deeply, moving his hands to her ass and squeezing it as he felt her hands continuing to manipulate her pussy.

"What do you want Liz?"

She sucked the string of drool that was miraculously still there back up into her mouth and swallowed before answering, "Same thing you want."

"Turn around on your hands and knees," he told her and as she did, she looked back at him.

"Damn you love you some doggy, don't you?"

Randy climbed on the bed behind her, "You're the one who told me I made you feel like a bitch in heat," and he put his full length into her damp cunt all in one swift motion.

"Unnnnn... unnn," she groaned as he reached out and pulled her hips back onto his dick. "I asked for thaaaat."

"Yeah, you did. Now. Work those hips and you fuck me." As she did, he continued, "Actually, I do like doggy, very much. There is nothing more enticing that looking down at a tight cunt being split by my very large dick. The way it strains to take it is like an aphrodisiac."

She moaned loudly and lowered her chest just a little to change the angle and continued working her hips at a steady rate. She threw her head back and continued to groan as she worked them both into a frenzy. Just before they came, she had increased her speed impressively, like a fuck machine, and Randy was so taken by it that he gave her a big creampie.

Slowing to a stop, but leaving his cock inside her, she turned her head back and told him while panting, "I did all the work that time, now it's your turn."

Without a reply, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and went in her ass. The force of his first downstroke pushed Liz prone on the mattress, her legs together with his knees outside hers.

"Oh shiiiitttttttt!" and that phrase was repeated steadily over the next few minutes, mixed occasionally with "Oh goddddd!" as he pummeled her anally. Again, she was loud enough to compete with the sound of his body slamming into her, at least when her face wasn't planted in the sheets. Her hands came back and clutched tightly to his thighs as he fucked her, as if not wanting him to vacate her ass. She curled her legs up, her heels pushing his ass, urging him to go deeper still.

This combination brought Randy off and he came once more, firing off a nice load inside her ass. When he had finished and stood up, he spanked her hard and told her not to worry about putting any clothes on, just come to lunch.

They both sat at the table naked, Liz with cum running out of both her holes. When they finished and she stood, there was a big puddle in the seat of the chair and for a moment she was horrified with embarrassment. Randy looked at it as he was taking the plates to the sink and gave her an exaggerated shrug.

"Can I have a wet cloth?" she asked, exasperated, as she stood and watched him. He obliged her by soaking one in warm water and tossing it to her. She attempted to clean up herself first and then the chair, until he told her not to worry about the furniture.

"Go start a shower, I'll be there in a bit."

Liz already had the water running by the time he got there. Her hair had turned dark brown again and her nipples stood erect as Randy stepped inside. She had been running her fingers through her tangled hair, but stopped and smiled as he embraced and pulled her warm body close. They kissed as the water rained down on them. Randy did not lack for water pressure, and he reached up and took the hand-held shower attachment and began to clean her body.

"Do you have any conditioner?" she asked him. "I'd like to try to get some of these tangles out of my hair."

Randy told her he didn't, pointing at his shaved head. He then began to apply the handheld to her pussy. Liz felt a tingle as the water massaged every inch of the sore orifice. He handed her the wand, "Here, finish yourself up."

"What are you gonna do?" she asked him provocatively.

"I'm gonna wash myself," and she smiled as he took the same type wand from the other showerhead.

When they had both finished and replaced their respective attachments; shutting the water off. They once again embraced and Liz looked up into Randy's eyes, "You know, before you I thought only black guys had gigantic dicks."

Randy didn't reply. He only stared into her eyes. He didn't move. He hardly blinked. Almost five minutes later, with water still dripping off of them, Liz sank into a crouch and began to lick his cock, coaxing it. Once it had started to stiffen, she took the head into her mouth, flicked her tongue around it as she did and sucked for all she was worth. Over the next while she worked on the first half of his cock, never trying to take him all in, but giving an impressive rendition of a vacuum cleaner. You could hear the 'pop' each time her mouth broke the seal on his dick as it echoed on the tile.

Pulling her to her feet, he turned her around and pushed down on her back until she was bent at the waist, hands spread on the tile wall for support. Randy began to finger her pussy. It was wet and not just from the shower.

Liz began to moan softly and as he increased the intensity with his fingers, her moans increased in intensity as well. Before long she was working her ass on his hand, trying to get herself off, but he was too experienced for that and kept her on edge.

After ten minutes of his fingers, Liz looked over her shoulder at him, and in a breathy voice tinged with lust, told him, "I can't believe I'm saying this again, but fuck me. I need to cum again."

Randy's only response was to center himself behind her and put his thumbs into the crack of her ass. The tips went deep, just to the edge of her anus, and then he pulled her cheeks apart and aligned himself with her pussy. He entered slowly, drawing it out and making her whimper in response.

Settling into a steady rhythm, he fucked her slowly, watching her pussy lips grip his cock and expand outward on each upstroke. His hands held her hips, keeping her from fucking back into him and increasing the pace. It was a slow and steady climb toward ecstasy and in a way, for Liz, it was agonizing. She wanted it, her climax, and she wanted it now.

She got the idea that if she lowered her upper body, that he would make her cum sooner. Liz walked her hands down the tiled shower wall and changed the angle, letting go of the wall and grabbing her ankles. It did allow Randy to fuck her deeper, to the hilt in fact, but it was still too slow for her to get off.

Finally, she straightened and turned into him. As she did, she rose on her toes so that she could get off his cock. It was left there, standing upright at rigid attention. She grabbed it by the base as her body came closer to him. "You're teasing me, aren't you?"

Randy just smiled as she covered his mouth with her own, her tongue delving deep into his mouth. With her other hand, she pushed him back to the tiled seat and once he sat down, she climbed on top, facing him. The hand on his cock brought it to her wanting pussy and she sank herself down, her feet flat on the tile and began to ride him. Randy reached out to put his hands on her hips, but she grabbed them and trapped his wrists against the wall above his head, using them for leverage as she pistoned up and down; the oilwell head at work again.

It was a much faster and heartier fuck now and she looked into his eyes from slightly above, her mouth agape and moving as if trying to talk, but no sound came. Finally she achieved her goal, cumming with a primal scream as she touched her forehead to his and reveled in her release. She let go of his hands and he embraced her as she cried out her passion, her body writhing on top of his.

Afterward, they turned the water back on and continued the shower. Upon exit, Randy retrieved two fresh robes from his closet. Asking her what she wanted for lunch. Liz told him "Something light," so he put together a large salad with some chopped Black Forest Ham sandwich meat on top.

They relaxed naked in his bed most of the afternoon, slipping in and out of sleep as the light slowly faded. That is until Randy grew suddenly horny and had to have Liz's ass again.

She was lying with her tits on his chest, her face away from him and her legs splayed apart, but her ass was in easy reach. He slowly began to use his middle finger to draw circles on her asshole. Semi-conscious, Liz started to hum with every breath her body took, and Randy could not help but smile as he felt her stir.

The humming stopped but she did not react further for a full two minutes as he continued to massage her anus. Then she moved, ever so slightly, allowing him greater access and he slipped his finger inside. Liz's ass clenched on his finger and her head pivoted on his chest. The flat smile greeted him.

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

"Just making a suggestion."

"Un-huh," and she moved to bring her face to his, the finger slipping out of her ass. "I was watching your cock grow."

"Yeah, he needs to be fed."

"He?" she asked, amused.

"Well, sometimes he has a mind of his own."

Liz laughed quietly.

"Go to the shower and make sure your ass is prepared for me."

Her head slid sideways in doubt, and he continued, "You saw and felt what I did the time before, just do that. Hurry along now, Luther is getting restless."

Liz sat up and shook her head. "You named your cock?"

"Luther Longfellow. I think you two have met," and a big grin creased Randy's face.

She continued shaking her head as she rose and made her way to his bathroom. When she returned, she hopped on the bed on both knees and walked her way to him, reaching out for his hardness.

"Time for me to take care of Luther," she teased.

"I have a confession," Randy told her, "I just made that name up, just now, to fuck with you."

She was in the middle of a slow hand-job and looked down at her hand, "How's about you fuck with my ass instead of my head."

"For someone who had never done anal..." and she interrupted him.

"Damn you, I like it," and a grin mixed with a blush overcame her face.

Without a verbal response, he grasped Liz by the shoulders and laid her on the bed, taking each of her arms and wrapping them inside her thighs so that her elbows were under her knees and pulled her legs back, putting her feet straight up into the air. Placing each of her hands on the soles of the corresponding foot, he told her, "Don't let go, no matter what," and Liz licked her lips in anticipation.

The position he had put her in raised her ass into the air as well and he grabbed some lube and settled there on his knees. Her asshole was like an elongated slot, gaped maybe an inch long and a quarter-inch wide, and it was smooth as silk with no wrinkles. He took his time applying the slick liquid, his fingers delving deeply inside and meeting minor resistance. When he finished, he wiped the excess on the newly christened Luther in preparation for his grand entrance.

Looking down at Liz, she had that same prevalent wide smile, her lips compacted into a thin line. Again, her asshole gave slight resistance and he had to push harder to get in than what he thought he would, backing off twice and letting her anal ring relax its opposition. On the third try, the head of his cock popped through suddenly and a third of his shaft followed before Randy could arrest the advance. Liz's mouth had opened, and she grunted as it occurred. Randy almost busted a premature nut from watching his cock push her asshole aside as it widened.

Going deep, he began a constant motion using his full length. Liz cooed with soft 'ohhs' and 'ahhs' as she alternately watched Randy and his cock. His direction to not let go of her feet was tossed five minutes in when she released them and began to play with her pussy. Her elbows still kept her knees pinned back and her toes began to wiggle furiously as his onslaught continued unabated.

Randy reached over and grabbed the lube bottle, pouring some on his cock as he pulled it out and recoating the head and shaft with his hand before re-entering her with a single hard stroke and holding station buried to the hilt in her gut.

He bent and kissed her deeply, grinding his dick deeper and Liz's hands came off her pussy and gripped his shoulders tightly.

"You have a magnificent ass Liz," he told her with his lips still pressed against hers. All Liz could manage was a nod of acknowledgement.

The fucking of her ass continued with Randy taking her knees and pinning them down on the bed just outside her shoulders. Her ass revolved upwards with his cock still immersed and throbbing inside. He began a full rear assault then, going at her as hard as their bodies would allow.

She had already been on the verge when he had paused to re-lube, but the onslaught now had pushed her quickly over the precipice, and she was cumming furiously. Randy could make out his name as her voice increased in decibels, but not much else. Through it all, he continued fucking her ass as he drove hard for his own relief.

"That's it Liz, cum for me," he commanded in a forceful tone and her body began to writhe, her legs pushing in vain against his hands. It was then that her back arched and she issued a primal scream as she neck-bridged on the bed.