A Randy Retirement Pt. 23: Ellie

He stepped back again and she lost her connection with his cock, working her body valiantly to follow it.

"Shit" she spat in disappointment, and then felt the first drip of the hot wax fall on her body, jerking as she cried, "Owwlll!"

"Liked that, did you?"

"What the hell was that?" she croaked, her voice revealing stress.

Randy showed her the flickering candle and Ellie moaned. To her sighs and groans, he stepped back closer and flicked the candle so a few drops landed on her flat stomach. She flinched and sucked in air.

"That's why I stepped back. Didn't know how you'd react, and I didn't want you to bite my dick if it was too much. You want me to stop?"

The reply was but a raspy whisper, but it was sure, "No."

The aforementioned cock was waving in her face and Ellie resumed trying to get it into her mouth as he continued to drip hot wax onto her thighs, and ass, and stomach, and mons. Eventually she got accustomed to the quick pain and shock and resumed trying to get his dick in her mouth. When she finally succeeded, Randy stepped a little closer to her and now she could not get enough leverage to pull herself off and had no choice but to continue sucking it. He wrapped an arm around her lower back and pressed her pelvis close to his chest and began to drip wax ever closer to her pussy before testing her slit with his finger. Ellie was sopping wet, and he inserted the non-lighted end of the candle, pushing it halfway inside her and began to fuck her with it. When he made her cum, a drop of the wax landed partially on her clit and she finally freed her mouth and yelled loudly as her body spasmed, "Shiiiittt!"

Randy pushed the candle deeper, the wax running down it to her pussy, and put his cock back in her mouth. She began to twirl her tongue greedily around his cockhead, until he grasped the nipples made hard by her piercings and hormones and pulled her body forward into a deep throat. He wanted to pull her by the rings, but did not because they were only a month or so old. Instead, he started to use breath play on her with his cock. Ellie gasped harshly each time he let up until finally, he stepped away and plugged in the Hitachi.

Swinging there, Ellie's head felt huge, blood having filled it as the endorphins flew throughout her trembling body. She was very dizzy, but wanted to cum again badly and when she heard the familiar sound of the large vibrator click on, she almost did.

Randy placed the bulb directly on her clit, but it also was in contact with the candle, making it vibrate inside her. She wobbled in her suspension and began babbling in broken syllables before she plunged headlong into a hard orgasm; her body undulating down from her toes to her head, like the wave on a highway during an earthquake. He flipped the Hitachi to high and pressed it harder into her sex, the flame atop the candle dancing feverishly. Then he buried his cock in her mouth and cut off her ramblings. Ellie was not prepared for that and ran out of air quickly, bringing on a third orgasm in quick succession, her body writhing violently until he relented and vacated her throat. He still held the Hitachi tight to her sex and watched as she wiggled furiously, swaying in her bondage. As she finally began to come down from her plateau, Randy blew out the candle and removed it, flicking the scabs of dried wax from around her pussy as she continued to yammer on and then began to coo.

Afterward, when he had released her and she sat depleted on the floor, he saw that the ring on her left nipple had stayed flipped up, lying on the upper slope of her breast and it mesmerized him as he split time looking at it and the faded blue of her eyes.

They took a quick shower and he made BLTs, eating them outside under the gazebo in bathrobes as the shadows lengthened in the fading light of day. When they had finished, Ellie got up and came to him, planting herself on his lap sideways, her right side next to him, so that she could look down at his face and put her arms around his neck.

"How do you come up with all the different things you do to me?" she asked him in her innocent voice.

Randy shrugged, "Some from things I see online, some from just everyday occurrences. Some from my wicked imagination. I don't always have it planned out. Sometimes, I just have a general idea of what I want to do and roll with the flow once things get started. Sometimes I have it all planned out, in every detail, and find I have to improvise as it goes along."

"Things online? You watch porn?"

"Hahaha. Once in a great while I may look for something specific that comes to my mind, but no, I don't just sit at the computer and look at porn. I'm more likely to look at erotic pictures or gifs or cartoons upon occasion. Just something to spark an idea. There's only so many ways to fuck Ellie, so I look for stuff to spice things up."

"You're gonna fuck me again tonight, yes?"

"Oh yes Ellie, I'm definitely gonna fuck you tonight."

"In every hole," her voice had already begun to change.

"Yep."

"While I'm tied up," she continued.

"Well, kinda. You'll be bound ... suspended again." Click.

Her ass squirmed in his lap and she smiled, a smile that touched the still faded sapphire of her eyes, and she kissed him on his shaved head.

"When can we start?"

"Soon Ellie, soon," he replied, and she turned to look out at the ocean and sighed, leaning back into him as his hand spread her robe. She had little splotches on her skin where the wax had landed and been pried off, but Randy was sure they would fade away fairly quickly as much as she tanned.

With one hand fondling her tits and playing gently with her new nipple rings, Randy stroked her pussy with the other for a while, until the darkness had settled in and then he pulled her tightly to his chest and fingerbanged her, zeroing in on her G-spot, until she was ready to cum. He then stopped abruptly and caused Ellie to sigh again and shudder. Standing her up, he pushed her in front of him straight to the playroom, removing first her robe and then his as they went.

Once there, he stopped her in the middle of the room and commanded, "Eyes closed and hold your hands straight out in front of you." When she did so, he admonished, "No peeking now."

"This is spicing things up?" she asked.

"Yes, now be quiet."

She stood there in her assigned position quietly and fidgeted until she felt some type of garment being placed on her arms and pulled snugly to her chest. Randy wrapped the rough fabric around her sides to her back, and she knew that he was tightening it around her body with what felt like laces. Whatever it was, it closed in on her torso, trapping her tightly inside of its confines, from her neck to her hips. It was at that moment that she realized the sleeves had no openings for her hands, that she was completely enclosed within it and suddenly she knew it was a straitjacket. The sordid smile returned to her face as she kept her eyes tightly shut and Randy noticed.

She felt him come close to her left ear by the trace of his hot breath, "What are you smiling at my little whore?"

She didn't reply, but smiled wider and in the moment, Randy saw the wantonness in her plainly. He crossed her encased arms around her midsection, just under her boobs and buckled the straps tightly behind her back but left the crotch strap unbuckled. She was immobilized in the blaring white of the restraint, her arms completely embargoed from any use.

The strike of his palm on her bare ass made Ellie yelp as it came out of the darkness of her closed eyes, but she recovered her composure quickly and steeled herself for a second blow that never arrived.

"You can open your eyes," she heard him say and did, turning to bat her eyelashes at him.

Randy grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her close, the breath he drew making a sound like the wind wailing, "Ohhh, you little whore. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you again tonight."

"Please hurry," she pleaded in her innocent voice and his dick twitched.

"On your knees," he told her as he pushed her down to the floor. "Spit on it," he ordered, his cock in her face.

Ellie's cheeks drew in as she worked up a mouthful of spittle and delivered, most of it landing on the top of his two-inch-wide shaft. She stuck out her tongue and began to lavish his cock, spreading her saliva along it and then spitting some more to complete the job.

Randy took his cock from her and used it to spread her saliva all over both her cheeks, giving her face a wet sheen. He then spread his hands on top of her head, "Open."

When she complied, he drew her head slowly onto his dick, pausing only briefly at the catch where her throat curved down. Ellie retched, her body rising from the floor, but Randy pushed her through it, and she sunk back down as his cock hit bottom, all ten inches filling her gullet. He held her there until she began to squirm, feeling her throat massage his member as she struggled. Finally, he pulled her off and watched her lips curve outward from her mouth as his dick retreated, her spit maintaining the connection between them.

Randy let her take one deep breath and pushed her right back onto his cock, again slowly, until her nose touched his pelvis and held her tightly to him for half a minute or more before relenting. Her eyes were watering, taking on that wild look that she got when the hormones were ravaging her body, a faraway gaze as the ratchet tightened.

Ellie's struggle was magnificent, just like earlier in the afternoon when she did not have the use of her arms. Once again, he relented and let her breathe. She sucked in as much air as she could. Her lungs were on fire and that only stoked the raging flame within her. And then he was inside her throat again, that huge cock expanding her windpipe and filling her completely as he pushed deep. She sucked him even deeper, knowing that soon the involuntary panic at the lack of air would come. But she trusted in him for some unknown reason. Maybe it was the wetness of her snatch and the involuntary flexing of her asshole which was occurring now and that only occurred when she was with Randy. Or maybe it was the other thing that only happened when she was visiting him; that the effect he had on her on her body that produced such wild orgasms.

She vaguely realized that she was pounding her hands into his thighs, her consciousness waning, the only two thoughts clear being the need for oxygen and the need of her body to cum.

When he finally released her, she heard a loud wheezing, not knowing it was herself gulping air. Ellie had no cognizance of Randy moving her to her knees, head down and ass up, until that big cock plunged slowly into her asshole. She was still in the throes of trying to fill her lungs when the spark from the stretching of her anal cavity shot her mind off into space. Reacting to him, she tried to move a hand to her clit, but found them immobile for some reason as the need to cum took over her consciousness, or what was left of it.

Randy grew rough, standing over her ass with his hands on her lower back for support and steadily thrust his cock to the hilt. The buckle from the strap of the straitjacket that was supposed to fasten between Ellie's legs began to swing and occasionally hit her clit, each time sending a lightning strike throughout her body. The combination of that and Randy's balls slapping her cunt proved to be all the extra she needed to make her brain melt in orgasm.

When Randy finally came, Ellie was totally spaced out and cock drunk. He released her limp body from the straitjacket, then carried her to bed.

***

Sunday before Memorial Day

On Sunday morning Randy woke Ellie up by licking her twat, tasting the remnants of her juices from the night before. Once she had raised her head and moaned, he began to bury his tongue into her. When she started to breathe harder, he stopped and lay back on the bed without a word.

Ellie crawled between his spread legs, a questioning look on her face, "My turn now?" she asked as she reached for his growing cock.

Randy reached down and pulled his dick away from her, "No, lick my sack," he instructed.

She shrugged, smiled, and dove her mouth to his hairless ball sack and began to work. For a good ten minutes he instructed her on exactly how he wanted her to massage his nuts with her mouth and tongue until Ellie began to really get into it and he could tell that her ratchet was tightening just by the sheen of sweat appeared on her entire body.

Eventually he put her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed and she mewed as she straightened her hair and waited for him to enter her. She was primed for his cock again and could not help the little sighs that escaped her lips.

Randy noticed how the sweat shone on her copper skin as he grasped her hips and proceeded to plunder her wet pussy, her moaning filling the room until she started to babble once more.

Ellie managed to say "Slower," and Randy complied, adding a slap to her ass in compensation. She turned her head to the side and groaned, biting her lower lip in the process and it was all he could do not to rail her again. She growled out, "Mmmm, slap my ass," and he did. "Yeah ... yeah, harder," she responded, the growl still in her voice.

Randy obliged her, alternating to each side with the full force of his open palms. Ellie continued to growl, prompting him to continue to go slow fucking her, but more forceful with each stroke.

"Ohh yeah, yeah, like that," she bellowed, her ass now meeting his efforts.

He watched her ass reshape itself every time it struck his thighs and pelvis, the imprints of his palms visible on her tanned cheeks. Laying an upturned hand on the small of her back, he commanded her, "Hands!" and without delay she brought both of her hands to his subserviently.

Pinning them to her back forced Ellie's head down to the sheets and Randy ever so slowly began to pick up the pace as he told her, "Ellie, your sister is lying bound on her back right in front of you. Her legs are tied wide and her pretty, little pink pussy is spread obscenely for you. What would you do?"

Still picking up the pace, she was grunting now as he drilled her cunt. She could envision Mina lying there and in that moment she wanted so badly to eat her sister out. Through her grunting, she managed to answer him. "I'd put my ... ugh ... tongue in it and let the motion of you ... ugh ... fucking me drive it deeper as I ate her."

In the tumult of her building climax, Ellie's brain gave her an even sharper image of Mina laying there and she automatically stuck her tongue out, the fire raging hotter as if it had been stoked with gasoline.

'SLAP, SLAP, SLAP' blended with the squishy sounds of her wetness as he used her arms to fuck her harder until she came, her ass swishing from side to side as she ground out her climax. Randy shuddered as she drew his nut from him. Holding her back into him by her hands, he ejaculated three times, his cock jerking violently in her cunt.

When Randy released her, Ellie did not move, her freed hands remaining at her back as her face lay buried in the bed. They were both sweating profusely and their breathing was ragged. Finally, she rolled over and laughed softly when she found him wiping his brow.

"I wear you out?" she asked playfully.

Randy tilted his head at her in mock sarcasm, "Not hardly."

"You know, you're not really having sex unless you are sweating," she told him.

"Uh-huh ... right. Let's go have lunch," and he flung his sweat on her as he got up.

"Oh, you silly man," she responded, half in delight and half in shock as he receded out of sight, and she scurried to catch up.

*

For lunch Randy got out some cheese and crackers, along with salami and pepperoni slices and they sat in the gazebo, watching the ocean in swimwear; Ellie drinking wine while Randy had water, but he joined her in a glass as he smoked a cigarette after he had finished eating.

"Would you like to just relax this afternoon?" Randy ventured as he crushed out the Winston.

Ellie's eyes widened, "I'd like to do whatever it is that you have planned for me. Why do you ask?"

"Why'd you ask me to go slower?"

"Oh that," and Ellie pffted then slowly shook her head, "I wanted to immerse myself in the feeling of your big damn cock inside me for a few minutes, that's all."

He tilted his head, his eyes boring into her, "You're sure?"

She came to him, her palm caressing his cheek, "I'm positive. If I were here every day it might be a different story, but I only get to see you now and then and I want you to make me cum every morning, afternoon, and evening while I'm able to be with you. I like it hard, it's just that at that moment, I wanted something different."

"Okay then," he replied, "Thank you for telling me. Don't ever be afraid to do that." After a pause, he continued, "You ever thought about how you don't fuck every minute of every day for weeks and weeks and then you get here and we literally fuck all the time?"

Moving her other hand to his face she forced his eyes to look into hers, "No, I never thought about it. I don't think you realize the effect you have on females. Or at least the effect you have on the females in my family. None of us, me, my sister, or my mother, have ever orgasmed like we orgasm with you. You've moved on from mom though she'd die to fuck you again, Mina decided you weren't for her, and I am enamored with fucking you. I can't imagine that you don't have that same effect on others as you have on me. Don't you realize that?"

He stood and smiled at her, "Oh yeah, it's become my life's mission for the time being, as long as I'm capable of it," and he kissed her on the forehead.

As he straightened, she continued, "I'll tell you something else. Sex with you is an otherworldly experience. I'm not sure I would make it for more than a week at the time."

"Ah, now you're just jacking me off," he grinned.

"No, I'm serious," and she switched to the innocent voice as well as switching the subject, "Can we go for a dip?"

"You really do like the pool, don't you?" he responded, laughing.

"We've had a pool at home for as long as I can remember. I would spend every day sunning and swimming until I got my license and then my first job, so I'm kinda used to it. Besides, it helps relieve the soreness of you," she answered with a pert grin. "Besides, I don't like it any more than you like doggy-style."

They went and dove in, Randy chasing her around the pool, with Ellie splashing him in retaliation as she would scurry away. She was always just a bit too quick for him and he was content to let her revel in it because he knew he was going to fuck the shit out of her that evening.

They finally got out and stood together under the outside shower to wash off the chlorine and he groped her tits through her swimsuit, pausing to feel the nipple rings and she rose on her toes to kiss him deeply in response. Back to the cover of the gazebo they dried off and Ellie poured herself another glass of wine and sat as Randy looked down at her and dried his back.

When he had finished, he casually tossed his towel over her head and said, "Come with me into the bedroom."

Waiting at the French doors for her, he said as he opened them, "I put together something for you, it's a kinda like a computer program."

"You code?" Ellie asked, entering with her glass in hand and sitting in one of the club chairs that faced the ocean.

"Ahhhh, no. I follow directions," he replied, standing by his dresser.

"Directions to what?"

"Oh, you're best, little friend," and he reached into the top drawer and pulled out the pink remote-controlled vibrator that Ellie was familiar with from the last time. She visibly swallowed hard as she recalled how it had made her cum on the pier with all those people around. Click.