A Randy Retirement Pt. 21: Liz

The sight of it, the feel of it, her body thrumming on his cock, was all Randy needed and he felt the first pump of cum shoot off inside her. He quickly rose and pulled out, jism firing out of his cock like bursts from a high-dollar water pistol. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head upright, Liz's mouth opening. She took him in without hesitation and sucked on his cockhead, swallowing the last two loads as Randy groaned each time his dick spasmed in her mouth.

When she released him and Randy backed away, he saw that she had white patches of semen all over her torso, and a large dollop running from one corner of her mouth which she scooped back onto her tongue with a forefinger and laughed.

A few minutes later he asked her what she would like for supper.

"Can I have you?" she asked naughtily.

Randy snickered, but didn't reply.

"Something light again please," she finally answered.

"I have the stuff to make a pasta salad, would you consider that light?"

"That would be perfect."

"Okay, I'm going to wash off really quick and go throw it together. You hop in the shower and when you're done you know where I'll be."

It took her twenty minutes, but the pasta was ready, and a bottle of Chardonnay opened and waiting for her when she arrived. As they ate, she told him about some of her classmates and what they were doing now.

Afterwards, they listened to music on the couch in the living room, still dressed only in the white robes. The conversation skipped from the music, to movies, to theater and then to dance. At eleven he turned off the music and turned on the television to check the weather and road reports. The storm had ended sometime during the day, but the aftermath remained and the news interviewed a local DOT supervisor who said that the roads would not be passable until tomorrow after lunch; but that they would refreeze after dark.

As Randy switched off, Liz asked him, "This is off-the-wall, but I have to know. It's obvious that you've done this kind of thing before, you're too good at it, but have you done it with other former students?"

"Yes," he told her.

Liz didn't seem surprised and after a small pause she asked, "How many?"

"Jeez Liz, I don't know, it's not like I notch my bedpost. Let me think," and he considered the question a few seconds before answering. "All told, you make fourteen."

Now she was surprised, her eyes growing big, "From our school?"

Randy laughed. "Oh no. No... there were five while I was at my former school years ago. There were none while I was at our school, but there have been about seven since I retired and another one from my first job about a year ago and now you." He held up a single finger on one hand and four fingers on the other, "Fourteen."

"You enjoy it don't you?" A statement, not an accusation.

"I enjoy making women cum... emphasis on making."

She rose from beside him, straddled his lap, and began to kiss him, her robe falling open and revealing her breasts, the nipples hard. Randy's hands bunched up the hem of the white terrycloth and palmed her ass, bringing a sigh and an end to the kiss.

Liz leaned back and eyed him, "Let's go to bed, I want to do something for you. Something that hopefully none of your other conquests have done."

Randy was intrigued, but "Okay," was the simple reply as he decided to let it play out. They made their way to the master suite, turning down the lights as they exited.

Taking him by the hand, she led the way to his bed and asked him if he had any scarves.

"Scarves? No, I don't. Why?"

Liz screwed up her face in thought as she replied, "Because I wanted to do a private dance for you, the Dance of the Seven Veils."

"Oh, that would be nice. You could just do it without the veils."

"I guess that will have to do. Get on the bed and get comfortable." She pointed as she said it and waited for him to comply, dropping her robe to the floor. Randy removed his own and propped himself against the headboard, watching as Liz began, sans music, to dance.

The muscles in her arms and legs showed their definition as she went through various ballet-type moves, that lovely ass of hers a highlight as she danced. He marveled at the shake of her breasts as she tippy-toed across the room, ending in a flying jump-split and landing softly, silently. She did a pirouette and then another spin with one leg straight out from her body, the tendons on the inside of her hip well defined as her pussy opened and beckoned to him.

Randy didn't know exactly what he was watching, as ballet was not his thing. The only one he had ever seen was a performance of the Nutcracker decades ago. Even so, his cock slowly began to harden as Liz danced. By the time she had finished, sweat coating her body, Luther was standing at rigid attention awaiting her and she smiled when she saw it.

Randy slid prone on the bed as she approached and climbed on top of him, her knees on the bed, and backed herself onto Luther. She rode him hard, varying the length and depth of her movement as well as the frequency. Liz didn't talk, but she did moan and as she continued the moaning grew louder and more drawn out. It was at that point that Randy seized her ass and squeezed her cheeks together. His cock was to the hilt and he moved her so that her pussy was grinding on his groin. Within minutes she was cumming in one long wail, the loudest yet, and her body melded onto his as she clung to him and trembled with pleasure, clutching him as if her life depended on it.

When she had quieted, he asked her if she did private dances often.

"No, you're the first one. How'd I do?" and she sat up and looked into his eyes for truth.

"It was very erotic."

That brought a smile and Liz slid down to his side and began to suck the head of his cock as she gave him a hand-job with both of her hands. She didn't stop until Randy had cum in her mouth. She caught every drop and then straightened and looked at him, showing him the mouthful of thick, white jism before she swallowed and stuck out her empty tongue to him.

Randy smiled and shook his head, holding out his near arm for her to snuggle in and they drifted off to sleep.

*

When Monday morning came, Randy turned on some music, with the volume very low, and they lay there for over an hour in each other's arms; looking out the atrium as the woods slowly grew brighter.

Suddenly, for what seemed like no reason, Liz spoke up.

"That's what I feel."

"What?"

"That song, that's what I feel."

The music had been background noise for him as he lay there, but Randy listened then until the chorus of the song came back around. It was a country tune and the chorus consisted mainly of a repeated phrase, 'I can still feel you.' He looked into Liz's eyes and smirked. "I don't think he's referring to the same thing you are."

"Just the same, this is what I can still feel," and she started to play with his cock once more. Randy did not wait long and got to his knees on the bed. Her eyes followed him and soon her body did as well, placing herself on all fours and facing his hardening cock. She kissed it several times, working her way down the shaft, before she grasped it by the head and lifted so she could kiss his balls.

When she brought her mouth back to the head and started sucking feverishly on it, Randy smiled down at her.

"Would you look at Miss Prim and Proper now and how she's turned into a total fuck slut."

Liz moaned in agreement, "Un-huh," with her lips still wrapped around his dick, her ass twerking in impatience. It was then that he reached down and took the back of her head, encouraging her to go deeper. She resisted for just a moment, backing off and taking a deep breath with her mouth wide. Without closing it, and while she was still sucking in the last of her breath, she went back down on him, swallowing half his cock in one movement.

Randy watched her lips work to take in another inch or two before she retreated part of the way and paused before another advance. This time she took him deep, almost to the hilt, and he finally got to see the end of her downturned nose rest atop his shaft as he held her there until she started to turn red. He relented then and while she was gasping for air, went around behind her and started to stroke her in doggy. He had just established a good, medium pace when she spoke in a breathy voice, "I really need to go soon."

Randy immediately stopped and pulled out, saying flatly, "Okay, if that's what you want."

Turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, her lips in a pout, she shouted at him, "But not right now, dammit!"

With some force, she pivoted on the bed and pushed him to his back, grabbing his cock along the way. She deep-throated him, going deep three times just to make sure he was ready, before she moved her body over him.

"I guess I can leave this afternoon, the roads will be better," she whispered as she lowered herself. Then her voice deepened and she growled, "I may not walk right for a week," and brought a smile to Randy's face.

Liz rode him for several minutes in a slow grind until the brink of her orgasm arrived and she stilled. Randy watched as she slowly rose from her knees and planted her feet flat on the bed, taking his cock and moving it backwards to the entrance of her ass.

"I need this again," she announced and with just the slightest hint of opposition, the crown of his cock slipped inside. She drew in air loudly and looked down at him while she placed her palms on his pecs; and then she began to ride again. It began as a walk, turned into a trot and then a canter. Ten minutes in, she was fucking her own ass in a full-on gallop, as if the horse had escaped the barn and was headed for the next county.

Not only was her asshole gripping his cock tightly, but the look on her face of pure bliss combined to take Randy to that place and he began to cum, his balls contracting and shooting loads deep into Liz's ass. When she felt those hot jets inside, it set her off and she began to cry out in a voice that was hysterical, bordering on the tortured, the words tumbling out in a jumble of sound, "Your dick is so fucking gooooood!"

She orgasmed hard, bringing her ass fully down and working her thighs in circular motions as she dropped her head and closed her eyes, her body quaking as she sat there. He sat up and took her by the ass, moving her off his dick into a sitting position on the bed with her legs still underneath her.

There was cum, his and hers, everywhere as he came to his knees and presented himself to her. Liz opened her eyes when he placed his left hand on her head and by rote bent down to suck him clean. Even though she was still off in another world from her climax, she zealously removed every drop of moisture from his cock and then kissed it before looking up at him, satisfied with herself.

"You lie here and get yourself together. I'm going to make us some lunch," he told her and departed.

After he was gone, Liz laid there and looked out the atrium, but her eyes were unfocused. Her fingers instinctively found her snatch and they grew wet from the residue and she licked them clean. Liz played with her clit and got herself off with a mini-orgasm before she settled and began to breathe normally again.

*

It was thirty minutes later before Liz came into the kitchen. Randy had made sandwiches and was at the sink when she came up behind him and pulled his ass tightly to her with both hands.

"That was intense," she told him softly.

"It was pretty damn good," he replied, emphasizing the 'was,' as he turned into her and kissed her. Pulling apart, he ushered her to the breakfast nook, "Let's eat.

The meal was mostly silent and Liz ate ravenously. As they were cleaning up, she asked him, "Can you tie me up and make me cum once more before our time together ends?"

Randy flopped the dish towel down on the counter, "Why certainly, my dear," and without another word, he scooped her over his shoulder and carried her to the playroom, spanking her ass hard with every other step.

By the time he put her on her feet, Liz's ass was beet red. He had carried her to the V-frame mounted close to the wall on the left side of the room. Positioning her with her back to the frame, Randy told her, "I want you to jump into the air and do a split and I'm going to catch you."

"Like Baby in Dirty Dancing?"

"Yes, but without the running part."

Without further instruction, she did so, albeit a little awkwardly from the past days' exertions and no run-up. Randy caught her anyway and sat her over the two horizontal pipes that formed the V. This spread her legs wide and, working quickly, he took leather straps and bound her ankles to her thighs, putting her into a frog-tie that pulled her heels to her ass tightly. The pipes spread her sex insanely wide leaving her open for whatever he wanted to do to her.

She endured the binding with only a whimper or two and as he finished she growled at him, "Randy, what are you doing to me?"

Straightening, he placed his hands on the wide ends of the V and bent to within inches of her face, "Why E-liz-a-beth, my dear, I'm going to play with you."

He then went behind her and grabbed both of her wrists, cuffing them to the back of the vertical part of the frame and leaving her little to no movement. The final bit of preparation was a two-inch red ball-gag that he forced between her teeth, almost completely sealing her mouth. She started to breath through her nose and the sound was very noticeable and grew ragged.

Her pussy was gaped open by the V, the inner lips hanging down and dripping in anticipation. Randy began to finger her harshly with his left hand, as he stared into her eyes. Liz tried to stare him down and not give in, but of course she lost and threw her head back, moaning through the gag. In response, Randy removed his hand, covered in her juices, and flicked the wetness onto her body.

Liz brought her eyes down to inspect her dilemma until she heard the unmistakable buzzing sound of a vibrator. Her eyes found Randy as he was straightening the cord of a Hitachi and smiling deviously as he approached. She began to shake her head no at him and try to speak.

"Does that mean no Liz?" he asked her as he placed the bulb of the vibrator along her inner thigh. "Or does that really mean yes? You want it or not?"

The shaking of her head from side to side slowed and then stopped and her head looked down to her spread groin. Leaving her head down, her eyes came up to meet his and she nodded yes once.

Without hesitation, Randy moved the Hitachi between her legs to the rear side of her vulva and slowly brought it up. He began to drag it up her open slit and when it reached her clit, Liz threw back her head and let out a muted wail. She tried in vain to close her legs and Randy responded, "Not happening Liz."

With the flick of his thumb, the Hitachi went to the high setting and Liz attempted to come off the bars and away from the bulb, screaming into the gag.

"You can't get away Liz," he told her as he pressed the bulb harder into her sex.

Liz's pussy felt like it was going to burst, the pleasure on the verge of overwhelming her and then she came. Her world exploded into flashing lights and despite the bondage she felt as if she was floating. It was like an out-of-body experience and it just continued, on and on, the endorphins taking over and rocketing her onward toward oblivion.

Of course, once was not enough, and Randy continued, each orgasm more intense than the last.

By the time her fourth orgasm had peaked, saliva forced its way out from the corners of her mouth. The way it shot out reminded Randy of some of his cumshots. Once it broke the seal it all but poured out, coating her heaving chest as she continued to whimper and moan. Her eyes found him in a moment of lucidity and begged him to stop, telling him that she couldn't cum again.

But of course she could, and he kept it up just to prove it to her. When the fifth orgasm began, he covered her mouth and nose with his other hand, cutting off her air and bringing on the most intense orgasm yet as her body writhed hard on the metal frame that held her tight. She bucked on the metal, as if her body were fighting a cramp and her vocalizations turned shrill, desperate, before they trailed off to soft moaning.

He knew she was la-la land as he turned off the Hitachi and set it aside. He unbuckled the gag and let her breathe through her mouth, a ton of saliva flowing out and further coating her still heaving chest. He admired her lovely breasts as they moved up and down constantly, the bubbled spit sliding further down her body.

The straps and cuffs came off and he picked her up and put her on unsteady feet, holding her up by her hair and nearest arm. Randy walked her to the weight bench.

"Now that I've gotten what I wanted, I believe you requested being tied up and fucked. So now you get what you want."

Liz was in a fog, discombobulated as he tied her legs back and handcuffed her hands under the bench. His dick was rock hard as he positioned himself inside the spread of her legs and lined up her asshole. Pushing his shaft down with a hand, he plunged to the depth of her asshole, pushing past any resistance, and she squealed.

Randy began to power fuck her, grabbing the bench with his hands and hammering her asshole, the result being that Liz literally bounced on the bench. She was so frazzled from the orgasms he had already wrung out of her that she came quickly, but Randy did not stop at one and continued. The subsequent orgasms took over her body and grew more intense. Liz got very loud; mostly it was moans, groans, shrieks and shrills, but at one point after the third climax she told him in a fractured voice, "Please keep fucking meeee!"

And he did, for two more orgasms and then the sum of it all got to him and he felt his own cum approaching. Pulling out, he stepped over her legs, his ass over her breasts, and reached down, pulling her head up by her hair.

"Tongue," he commanded. When she complied, he noticed for the first time that it was a broad, flat tongue, like her trademark smile. She extended it as far out as she could and he unloaded a massive amount of his seed, covering both her tongue and her face for the final time. As he wiped the last of it across her cheek, she swallowed, gulping hard and then she smiled at him. Her face and hair were a mess, but her eyes revealed the depth of her contentment.

*

They showered together and then Liz got dressed in her own clothes for the first time in three days. It was time for this tryst to end. She was going to make a try for it because of the roads refreezing that night.

"Here's my cell number, text me when you get home," he told her as they headed toward the door, "so I know that you made it and don't have to go out looking for you in a ditch somewhere."

"Okay," she said sheepishly, the wide, tight smiling making an appearance for the farewell. She glanced outside and he saw her head tilt in wonder. Turning back, she told him, "Your driveway is clear."

"Yeah, I know. It's heated. Comes on automatically when it detects snow, or ice, or sleet. But when you get to the cul-de-sac, that's the state's responsibility, so it will be a mess."

"You're shitting me."

Randy laughed and handed her a white box, "Something for you to remember all this by."

She took the choker out of the box. It was black leather, about an inch wide, with a ring in front and the words 'Fuck Slut' in rhinestones.

"Wear it if you ever visit again," he told her as he watched her turn it over in her hands.

"Maybe... we'll see," she answered, looking at him. "But I think I've had enough big cock to last me for a while. I think I'll stick to normal-sized cock from now on. But you never know when the itch might strike again."