A Randy Retirement Pt. 23: Ellie

"Oh my god," came from below him, in a guttural, grinding voice and he continued unabated.

"Yeah god ... yeahhhh, fuck me," a bellow this time, her mouth hanging open and her eyes becoming distant. He slapped her other cheek and she sucked in air through her teeth.

It was at that point that he pulled her totally upright by her arms, pinned them straight down with his right arm between him and her back, and upped the tempo even more. He watched the piercings jiggle as her tits moved on her chest, Ellie's mouth opened to speak, but only the panting emerged. For over a minute he railed her and when he finally slowed and released her arms, she flopped to the bed and feverishly cried, "Awww fuckkkkk." Click.

Randy flipped her over and raised both her legs, kissing each of her feet once as she put his cock back inside her needy hole. Releasing her legs, she wrapped them around his waist as he leaned over and moved them both further onto the bed as they kissed passionately.

Slowly he increased the tempo until the sounds of their bodies returned, the slap-slap echoing in the room again. Ellie's heels found his ass, her ankles crossed, and she used her legs to urge him onward as her breathing turned sporadic. The ratchet had reached its fullest extent of tension.

Suddenly her heels raked his ass and Ellie's head tilted back, her mouth in the big 'O' as she wailed out her orgasm and brought Randy with her. Two jets of hot semen shot off into her womb before he could sit up and place the final two ropes on her body, lacing her chest and stomach.

"Too long, too long," Ellie whispered over and over as she continued to heave, fighting for breath while her cum subsided. Randy watched the milky whiteness he had ejaculated make its way past the dangle at her belly button and settle into the small crater there. It reminded him of a storm-tossed sea, the way the white liquid danced in the pool it had formed every time her diaphragm drew in a breath.

She started to sit up and he told her to freeze and just lay there for a moment. He went and got a facial tissue to catch it and then let her sit up, Ellie fussing with him because he wasted it.

"I wanted to swallow that," she pouted as Randy looked into the washed-out blue of her eyes. It was a phenomenon that had been revealed to him by her sister during the week both had spent with him in April. Ellie's eyes were a deep, sapphire blue, but when she came hard, the blue of her eyes became washed out. Randy tended to think of it like a pair of indigo blue jeans that had faded to the stone-washed variety, it was that drastic.

"There's more where that came from," he teased.

"Promise?"

He nodded once, "Promise. It's just me and you this time, nobody else you have to share me with," and her eyes locked in on him. "Have you fucked anybody else since you were here last?"

She vigorously shook her head no, the rings on her tits shaking with the effort.

"Well, that makes two of us. I been saving up for you."

Ellie was in disbelief for a moment. She had gotten it into her head that Randy fucked someone every week. That he had not done anyone in the intervening time surprised her and she asked, "What happened to your steady fuck?"

"Good question," he replied. "I haven't seen her since New Year's. She's working two jobs plus school, and is very busy, but I haven't heard from her much either. I really don't know what the deal is," and he paused for a second of thought before continuing, "But enough of that, get dressed, we're going out for dinner."

Ellie rose, "Okay, just let me clean up."

"NO," he said with emphasis, stopping her cold. "I want my cum still on and inside you while we eat. Just dress in something nice." She knew he was referring to the ripped jeans and smiled weakly.

Randy got up and went to her bags on the floor next to his dresser. Going through the clothes she had packed, he picked out a nice denim mini skirt with no rips or tears and a light orange top that had four faux buttons tightly bunched vertically at her breasts that would show lots of cleavage and tied underneath just above her navel. It wasn't really a crop top, but it was close. A black thong completed his selections.

"Here, put this on with the boots," and he handed her his chosen ensemble. With his cum still inside her, they left for supper at the pizza place, the musky smell of sex still on them both.

*

Sam greeted them and he even remembered Ellie's name, which put a smile on her face. Randy's smile came when he noticed Sam sniff in the aroma of their sexual opening act, but he did not comment.

They each ordered a salad, his with sliced steak, hers with chicken, and ate them with sweet tea.

In the middle of the meal she leaned over and whispered to him, "When we get back, remind me to take out my belly button piercing and clean it."

"Why?" he asked in return.

"Because it's got your dried cum on it and it's sticky."

Randy laughed softly and she slapped his arm softly.

When Sam came by with tea in to-go cups, Randy made small talk with him, catching up on what the old man had been up to as Sam watched his friend ogle his guest. Slowly Randy pulled back her shirt and gave him a glimpse of the new nipple ring on her left nipple and Sam began stuttering and never finished his thought before excusing himself.

Ellie had only sat and smiled. The entire evening, she had dealt with the sticky feeling of Randy inside her. It was as if his jism made its presence constantly known and she imagined giant wads of it moving around inside her. The effect was that it had made her extremely horny by the time they had finished eating, even though she knew, or at least thought, that it was her mind playing tricks on her.

Heading back, she asked Randy why he gave Sam a glimpse of her nipple ring. "Well, you invited him to a foursome the last time, if I remember right," and Ellie giggled. "Besides, Sam and I have a sort of understanding. He knows what I am. Believe me, he loved it and he loved what you said to him last time. He probably got hard for the first time all year and jacked off the last time and will again tonight when he gets home."

She giggled again, "You're terrible."

"Ha-ha, rightttt. Pull your skirt off."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"While you're driving?"

"I'm driving, not you, pull your skirt off." She did, loosening the button, hiking up her ass, and sliding it down to her ankles before bending over to remove it completely. Without being bidden, she also removed her boots.

"Now the thong," he told her, his eyes completely on the road. This time there was no rebuttal and he noticed that her breathing had changed slightly. Click.

"Throw them on the dash, if we get stopped, I want the cop to know exactly what was happening." Again, no resistance and now Ellie was breathing loudly through her mouth.

"Spread your legs as wide as you can," and when she did, his right hand snaked down and explored blind as he still watched the road. It took only a few seconds for him to find his target and sink his middle finger deep into her wetness. He wondered how much was from her excitement and how much was left over from the load he had deposited that afternoon.

He knew that she had turned her eyes toward him and was staring at the side of his head as they rocketed down the blacktop, but he kept his eyes focused on the road. Slowly he removed the finger and began to circle her emerging clit with his forefinger, drawing heavy breaths from her the rest of the way. Click.

When they got to the garage he reached over and grabbed her skirt and thong from the dash, "You won't be needing these the rest of the night."

Getting out of the car, he nudged her in front of him so he could watch her ass sway along the way. "Straight to the playroom with you, and have your top off by the time we get there," he ordered and watched her back muscles as she dropped her boots on the floor in the entryway and stretched to remove the top. The sight made his cock leap.

She stopped just inside his bedroom and asked to use the bathroom. Randy acceded, but told her to be quick, "and don't forget to take out your navel piercing and clean it!"

The first part was a waste of breath as it was ten minutes later when she finally walked into his playroom, but she had taken the jewelry out of her belly button. Randy had heard the water of the shower running and thought she had stopped to wash the afternoon off. He did not really mind, but it was a chance to mess with her some.

"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded.

Without shrinking away, she told him, "I've been betting myself ready for anal with that little thingy you got in you shower."

"Well praise be," he responded and steered Ellie to the padded box and turned her around to face him. He bound her wrists together in front of her body with a thick leather cord and then picked her up by her waist and sat her on the box, the rings in her nipples swaying. Click.

"Put your shoulders against the wall," and he watched as she adjusted her body on the box. These kinds of things that he did to set up their sessions drove Ellie's libido crazy, always tightening her ratchet several clicks and taking away all the slack quickly. She knew her pussy was dripping, and not from his earlier deposit of cum, as she settled back against the wall.

Randy pulled her arms up by the several feet of leather that he had left loose and secured her wrists together high on the wall with no slack. He then set about putting suspension stirrups on her ankles and pulled her legs up and back, spreading them wide. He secured them to the wall with short chains in such a manner that her legs ran upwards much like her arms, but almost a foot wider on each side. It was then that he slid the box from under her and left Ellie dangling from the wall, both her lower holes open for business.

He stood in front of her and undressed, patting her pussy in between unbuttoning and removing his clothes. Click.

"I noticed that you were very flexible the last time you were here. I thought I would explore just how flexible you were," he told her as Ellie eyed his cock, her amorous eyes now lustful. "I also want to explore how much you can take and for how long," and she responded with a barely audible mew.

Randy rose on his toes just high enough that he could point his dick down to her waiting pussy, lowering himself to the floor as he eased it inside her.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh," Ellie breathed out, watching inches of him disappear inside her. He spread his feet to make more of it vanish and leaned over her, his hands flat on the wall between her legs and arms.

Without a word he went straight into deep-dicking her with slow, methodical strokes; each one more forceful than the last.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck," she kept repeating every time he hit bottom, the cries increasing in frequency as her voice became more ragged. Still, Ellie's eyes never stopped looking at his cock as Randy began to jackhammer her pussy. She gave one final, prolonged "Ahhhhhhhh, fukkkkkkkkkkkkk!" and turned to panting, her limbs flailing, until they both came, his cock sunk deep inside her.

A moment later, he pulled out and dripped cum all over her abdomen as she writhed and moaned. Randy put two fingers at the base of his cock and pointed the head down to her asshole, pushing it through the weak resistance without missing a beat. Their juices had already made it slick and ready.

Ellie began to immediately ratchet up again, a second orgasm building as he hammered away at her rectum. After several minutes she became restored enough to begin emitting fractured cries tied to every stoke, begging for another orgasm.

"Ahhh ... please ... please ... ahhh ... leas ... leas ... ahhh ... eas ... eas ... eh, eh, eh, eh," the sounds came, the letters trailing off of words as she grew closer, until her arms and legs again shook in their bindings, making the rings jump as Ellie came hard.

Randy once again continued to pound her through her climax until he reached his second apogee and filled her ass completely. When he pulled out, she remained gaped and his cum ran freely while her hips continued to move as if she was still being fucked.

In the shower afterward Ellie deep throated him to a third orgasm before bed, her voice again acquiring that smokey tone in the small talk they engaged in before drifting off.

***

Saturday before Memorial Day

She woke him up with his dick in her mouth the next morning and Randy watched her work on it for several minutes before he gently crossed his legs around her head and held her down halfway on it so that only her cock hungry eyes were visible to him.

"Something you wanted to tell me?" he asked.

"Ai ann'd or ock," she tried to say with five inches of his meat in her mouth.

"I see," he responded. "You wanted my cock. I told you I been saving up for you, you don't have to try to steal it on the sly."

"Uh-huh," she managed, her tongue massaging the underside of his dick fervently.

"I'm gonna sit up now, you don't go nowhere, ya hear?" and he uncrossed his legs. Ellie let his hardening cock slip from her mouth and wiped saliva from her chin as she waited for him to readjust himself.

Both of them came upright to their knees and Ellie bent over at the waist craning her neck to deep throat him. She had to work her body in the extreme to be successful and Randy made it more difficult by spanking her hard every time she went to the hilt. He could feel her throat constrict on his cock every time he spanked her ass, her body reacting to his hand. When she had him almost ready to cum, he held her face tight to his groin and used her body as a foundation to stand up on the bed. He came down her throat right away once Ellie resumed to throat herself and she gagged when the first burst from his balls began. He released her head and let her back off and get her bearings as the second streak of cum hit her face and then she reacquired his cock to swallow the rest.

When they had finished, Randy pushed the blonde hair from her face and then stroked her cheek with just his thumb as she looked up at him. It was easy to see Ellie's total submission to him as she sat back on her legs, and he smiled broadly in satisfaction.

"What are you so happy about?" she asked in the raspy voice that always came after she had taken his cock down her throat.

"You Ellie, just you," he replied and pulled her from the bed and to the shower.

It was late morning by the time they emerged, and he made Canadian bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches on English muffins for brunch before they headed out to the pool deck. Ellie made a comment about not even having to go the Mickey D's for breakfast and he just shook his head at her. They sunned and swam in the nude, Ellie waving at a young couple on the beach who got a little too nosey about their activities.

Ellie was providing running commentary on the couples looks, mannerisms, actions, and their progress as they slowly began to wind their way through the dunes toward the house. When they got close enough to the deck, they realized that Randy and Ellie were naked and hurriedly changed course and disappeared.

"Guess they weren't as interested as they thought they were," Ellie remarked off-handedly, and Randy laughed, having never moved, or even looked up.

Around two they took a dip to cool off and Ellie got playful and began to try to suck his cock underwater in the deep end like she had done back in April. Randy teased her by paddling away, but she was a much better swimmer than he and caught him easily. He changed tactics and led her to the shallow end, then to the pool shower, before herding her to the playroom.

When he stopped her under the winch, she looked up at it and asked, still dripping with water, "Your gonna hang me again like before?"

"Hang you? Well, yes, in a way. I'm going to suspend you, but with a little different twist this time. You wanted to suck my cock out there just now. I'm going to let you, but I'm going to add a little spice to it. Go ahead and have a seat on the mat," and he went to the storeroom.

Among the things that he brought back with him were the suspension stirrups from that morning. He strapped her feet into them and then attached a spreader bar to them by way of the stirrup. The bar spread her feet four feet wide, and he attached a split cable from the winch to each end of it.

Next, he took a black leather, single glove arm binder and got behind her, pulling her arms to her back and encasing them in it. Ellie grunted as he laced it, pausing to tighten the leather straps that wound around her shoulders as he proceeded.

She began to fidget and he knew anxiety, as well as horniness, was rising inside her, but she maintained a submissive silence. When he was finally done, he got up and walked around to face her. She looked up, her breathing noticeable, and her eyes told him that she had no idea what was next. The arm binder jutted her chest out, her already formidable breasts now presented to him to an even greater degree, the nipple rings inviting but he resisted the urge to tug them.

Randy grinned as he reached over for the hanging control of the winch and pressed the 'Up' button. The look on her face when her legs started to rise brought a chuckle as she slowly went into the air upside down and squealed.

Randy spun her around and as she revolved, he went to get two more items. Coming back, he stopped Ellie so that she was facing him, his cock right in her face. Bending his head over her spread legs he spat and moved it to coat her asshole. Then he began to work a set of anal balls inside, three of them on the string, each a 11/2" wide.

Down below, Ellie was becoming frustrated. She was trying to suck his dick, but could not move her body well enough to get her mouth on it. Continual moans came from her as each of the silicone balls were parked inside her rectum. She had almost got it, her tongue maneuvering his dick toward her wanting mouth when Randy spun her around again and she sniveled at the lost opportunity. Randy took the small strap at the end of the arm binder and ran it through the ring at the end of the anal balls, pulling it tight enough that her arms were held upright and tight to her back.

Turning her on the axis of the cable, he asked, "I believe you were trying something just a moment ago?"

Ellie only whimpered and found that being upside down made her dizzy. Or maybe it was the spinning or the hormones. The fire in her shoulders from the arm-binder was just beginning to build and it only added to the fire that was building inside her.

"Well, here, let me help you," and he put his cock in her open mouth. Once she had begun to suck it, Randy tilted his head down to her pussy and licked. Ellie moaned around the rod stuffing her mouth and got more insistent when he began to suck on her clit. They continued in the vertical 69 for several minutes until he abruptly stepped away, spun her around, and left her hanging ... literally.

When he came back, he stopped to admire the curves of Ellie's body as she hung there upside down. The huge balloons on her chest defying gravity with the rings flipped upside down; the thick blonde hair that hung toward the floor; the tips touching it; the way her abs were compressed, showing her lower rib cage, firm and flat all the way to her mons. He could see every shallow breath she took. The roundness of her ass and the curve it made in her lower back. All of that was topped off by the copper coloring of her entire body, like a cherry on top.

He kept what he had in his hands hidden as he navigated himself back into her waiting mouth. It did not matter how hard she tried, without the use of her arms, Ellie could not get enough leverage to take all of him and grew frustrated again. In her annoyance, she missed the sound of the lighter as Randy lit a 12" white tapered candle.