A Randy Retirement Pt. 25: Katie

As they took in the view, Katie mused aloud about how she wished she could spend the night at the top and fuck under the rotating light.

"It doesn't rotate, it flashes. It stays on for three seconds at a time, every twenty seconds," he corrected her.

"Wow, you're just a fount of knowledge aren't you. Well, I guess that would be cool too, kinda like a 19th century strobe light to fuck under," and she laughed as Randy shook his head, making a mental note of her wish.

On the way back down, he whispered in her ear, "How's that plug doing on these steps?"

"Shut up," she whispered back.

Next, they visited Whalehead, a restored mansion turned museum that originated from the 1920s. It had been built as a hunting lodge by a rich family that made their money in sugar, railroads, and steamships. It was immaculate and Katie was immersing herself in exploring it until the tour guide mentioned that it was believed that the place was haunted and then began to relate one of the ghost stories.

Katie immediately turned to Randy, "Let's go."

"What?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"Let's get out of here," and she walked off from him back the way they had entered, Randy scurrying to catch up. As he did, the issue dawned on him. He sped up and caught Katie on the lawn outside, took her by the arm, and slowed her down.

"You're scared of ghosts?" he asked.

She stopped and faced him, her eyes serious, "Yes."

He ventured further, "Something happen that cemented this for you?"

"Yes," she broke free of his hold and headed off again toward the car.

Once they were inside, he asked gently, "You wanna talk about it?"

"Nope," and her voice had a finality to it. "Not now, not ever. Just drive. Get me outta here."

He did, just down the road to the Historic Corolla Village. He parked the car on one of the streets made of white sand, then sat there and waited as Katie alternated looking out her window and down at her trembling hands.

When she finally spoke again, it was with a soft voice that still retained her usual smokiness.

"I apologize. You had no way of knowing that ghosts freak me out. I usually handle it way better than that, but it caught me off-guard. You were just trying to show me some interesting places where you live and I acted like a damn child."

"It's alright," he started, but she cut him off.

"No, really, it's not. I can't explain it to you. It's irrational and I know that, but I can't tell you why it is ... or why it frightens me so. I'm sorry."

"That's alright," he said again and fell silent.

They sat there for almost five minutes until Randy broke the silence.

"Hey Katie?"

"Yes," she replied, still with the soft voice, her head turning to him.

"How's that plug feel in your ass?" and he smiled so broadly at her that his teeth showed.

She broke into a light laugh and smacked his arm, "Fucker." As the laughter subsided, she confessed, "Every time you make me laugh, I can feel the weight inside it moving around."

"Good, let's go shopping," and he winked at her as he opened his door.

The village was a series of restored shops and houses along the white sand streets, a throwback in time of 100 years. They browsed some of the shops and in a little jewelry shop, Randy told Katie pick out something for herself. It took her every bit of thirty minutes to select a sterling silver bracelet embellished with the letters 'OBX' with a larimar stone set in the 'O'.

Walking out and admiring it on her wrist, she apologized for taking so long in making her selection.

"It's okay, it just served to remind me why I'm not married," and he gave her a smirk of his own. As soon as he said it, he knew in his mind that the comment was going to be revisited later.

"I deserved that. Thank you for the bracelet."

"You're welcome Katie."

They came to a museum dedicated to the wild horses of the island and went inside. Randy told her about the descendants of Spanish ponies from the 1500s that roamed wild on the Outer Banks as they walked around and took in the displays.

The plug in her ass kept making its presence felt with every step and jostle but she pushed back on the hormones that traversed her body as they went from one exhibit to another. Her ass muscles continually contracted on their own, making the plug move inside her, and she felt like the ring of her asshole was moving in and out with the plug, like it was being fucked in one inch strokes.

He noticed that her face had grown drawn and became concerned that she was thinking about ghosts again. His concern disappeared when he caught her ass flexing and realized that the look was just like some of her facial expressions when they were fucking. She was on the verge of getting off right there in the museum.

Suddenly she turned to him and blurted, in a not quiet manner, "Randy, take me back to the house and fuck me."

Randy smiled at the older couple who turned sharply their way, nodded in apology, and ushered Katie to his car. Once there, he stopped only long enough to get a towel out of the trunk and cover her seat.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Because I remember the first time we met and you diddled yourself all the way to my house in my old truck. Well this ride has nice leather seats."

Katie gave him a laugh that dripped with desire. Once they were on the road, she dropped her shorts to her ankles in the passenger seat, planted her sandaled feet, sans the shorts, up on the dash, pulled the thong aside and fucked her ass with the butt plug all the way to his garage, cumming just before they arrived.

They entered the house entwined with one another, clothes flying off as they kissed and made for the living room, Katie rushing ahead and sitting on the arm of the sofa nearest the south side of the house, one finger in the air beckoning him to her.

She gave Randy her best 'come hither' look and leaned back, her ass up on the couch arm as she propped her torso up with one arm on the back and the other elbow on the seat. For good measure, she propped both of her feet alongside her ass on the couch arm, her heels nearly touching her hips.

Randy immediately pushed the head of his cock barely into her pussy and pulled out, eliciting a gasp and she began to rub her slit and finger the barbell while she stared at him; as if to ask, "What are you waiting for?"

He bent at the waist and moved his mouth down between her bent knees, licked her pussy and made the piercing dance with his tongue until she was past ready and took his head in both her hands and forced it up, "I'm letting you be in control, now fuck me please."

Her knees were as high as her head as she slowly began to nod 'yes', the nodding growing more insistent as his cock got closer to her cunt and by the time Randy had entered her, she was nodding so hard that her body rocked with it.

In the position she was in, Randy could see the anal plug as it moved with each stroke. The blue jeweled retainer would move away from her anal ring as Randy withdrew and then back snug against it as he sunk his dick deep, his balls slapping the fake gem. Her cunt was stretched wide as she took his cock, the curved barbell's movement restricted as it was held hostage by the strain.

She had stopped the nodding and was doing her thing: holding her breath until she would grunt or moan, her face either drawn or contorting. Katie felt as full as she ever had in her life with his cock and the butt plug inside her. She had never taken two cocks at once and the signals she was getting from both orifices were electric.

As he steadily fucked her, he saw he B-cups began to move in rhythm with his cock and it made him go harder, wondering how much he could make them bounce. Katie brought her hand back to her clit, working on it as if in a fever, the little barbell darting to and fro. She was close and held her breath as her head began to nod up and down again, slowly increasing in pace as her climax fought its way to the surface. Without warning, Randy reached down an forcefully pulled the plug out all at once, triggering her. Katie exhaled as the climax broke through and she stuck her tongue out, exposing the stud by trapping it with her teeth as her eyes rolled back and her hand stopped and went back down to the couch for support.

Without waiting for her to recover, Randy pulled his wet schlong from her pussy with his right hand and moved it immediately down to her asshole, going balls deep in one motion.

Katie's eyes shot back to him and she opened her mouth to speak, but only got a squeak out as she immediately sucked in lungs full of air and held it. Her hand started back on her clit, working frantically and she let little gasps of air out each time she made a sound.

Randy came first, pulling out and spraying his seed all over her trunk as she finished herself with her hand and her ass rose from the sofa arm, the last vestiges of his orgasm landing on her gaped pussy. When he finally stopped spurting, he went behind her and sat on the couch, pulling her body sideways down onto his and kissed her, one hand behind her shoulders holding her up and the other draped over her crotch.

"Go get cleaned up and put some of those nice clothes on I told you to bring. I'm taking you to my favorite restaurant down in Kill Devil Hills."

She did as she was told while Randy took a shower in the guest bath. He had only his shoes to slip into by the time she emerged.

"Sorry, there was a lot of cum to wash off. I'll be ready in ten minutes."

"Take your time, I'll be waiting in the kitchen."

Katie was true to her word, emerging in just a smidgen less than the time she had given herself. She wore a goldish colored dress that was populated by varying sizes of black polka dots in no discernable pattern. It was backless with a halter top that showed no cleavage and a hem to her mid-calf. There were two tiers of large, layered ruffles around the hem. Not the most revealing of choices, but she looked very classy in it.

"How's this?" she asked him as she spread the hem outward with her hands and modeled it for him.

"Just right."

"Good. I don't really dress up that often and was unsure if my wardrobe would fit what you expected."

"It's lovely Katie, but anything with you in it would be lovely. I just didn't want jeans or shorts. Your selection is impeccable."

And with that they were off on their 30-minute drive south.

*

Diane smiled as she greeted them and Randy thought about how the Puerto Rican hostess had to know that he was fucking these women he brought into her place of employment. He winked at her as she seated them at his usual table and Diane blushed.

Katie ordered the catch of the day, broiled, and Randy some fried flounder.

As they were finishing up their meal with a slice of cheesecake that they shared, his earlier comment resurfaced as Katie licked her spoon.

"I know I asked this last time and said I wouldn't go there again, but why have you never married?"

"This is from back at the museum?"

She shrugged defensively, "Hey, you brought it up again," and the smiling smirk appeared as she put down her spoon and stared at him in anticipation.

Randy took his time, wiped his mouth with the linen napkin and then folded and placed it on the table methodically. Then he looked straight into her ice-blue eyes.

"I'm kind of like the parsley that was on that piece of fish you ordered Katie, that garnish you pushed over to the side. I look good, but no one really wants me."

"Ha," she replied, "I don't believe that for a second. But you obviously don't want to answer so, for the second time, forget I asked."

"Is my non-answer answer unsatisfactory?"

"Not if you do me as soon as we get back," and she grinned wolfishly before she pointedly reached over, plucked the greenery from her finished plate, and put the piece of parsley in her mouth, chewing it up, and then swallowing in an exaggerated manner.

"Taste good?" he teased.

"You taste better," she countered.

*

They had gone to his bedroom, where Randy had taken his time undressing her, kissing her body as he did so. He moved her to the bed and pushed her onto her back and then knelt. Cupping her ass, he licked Katie from her asshole to her clit and she arched her back and grabbed his wrists, using them for leverage to bridge up and push off him to move herself further onto the bed.

Randy followed as his tongue plunged to its limit and Katie responded with her first guttural groan of the night. She had gone flat on the bed and her hands left his and were demonstratively locked onto the sheets on either side of her hips. She rocked her head backwards until it was upside down, her neck at an impossible angle and her eyes toward the glass wall that led to the dunes.

Of course, she saw nothing as her mind was filled with the flood of endorphins that Randy's tongue had triggered. She was already wet when they came into the room. His slow, methodical removal of her clothes had multiplied her hotness and now it was building exponentially with each lash of his tongue. When he sucked on her clit, she groaned the loudest that he had heard her groan in their time together and pulled her feet closer to her ass, her knees bent.

Randy's thumb then invaded her asshole and he used it to lift her pussy up, so that he could have better access for his tongue to continue to ravage her clit.

He paused and sat up, taking her in, this dark-skinned lady lying in his bed. She was holding her breath and her abdomen was sunken as her diaphragm had pushed up and exposed her ribcage. She looked toward him when she finally exhaled and absently licked her upper lip. He saw her legs, the knees now at right angles out to the side and her outer thighs flat on the bed, each of them at a 90-degree angle to her body. Briefly Randy mused that he had never been that flexible in his life, and then he crawled over her.

"Fuck me any way you want," she whispered, her voice coming from far away, but sensual and beckoning. It was then that Randy decided to show her what it was really like for him to be in control.

He pulled her up from the bed and over to face the wall as she shrieked. His hand on the back of her neck to pin her there, he spanked her hard on the ass. The sound of the air she sucked in, rushing over her teeth as she gritted them, propelled him onward as he watched her asscheeks react to the spanking for the next several minutes, a small grin creasing her face.

Without warning he turned her around roughly and kept her pinned to the wall with his hand at her throat and by that connection, slowly entreated her to slide down the wall until she was squatted, his erect cock in her face.

When he moved it closer, she opened her mouth and waited, her eyes up and watching him. Randy placed a hand on each side of her head, covering her ears as he pushed his cock into her mouth and onward into her throat.

Katie retched as she wasn't expecting that so quickly, but Randy did not let up and pushed further and she retched again, so hard that he thought she might vomit.

Her hands held his thighs in a death grip as he paused, his dick three-fourths of the way down her gullet. There was an abundance of saliva forcing its way out of her tightly filled mouth with each retch, gathering up on her chin before gravity pulled it to the floor. It flowed down a string of her spit, between her widened knees.

In time she stopped retching and Randy's cock completed its journey, Katie's nose smushed against his pelvis. He held her there for a time, looking into her eyes, until he noticed that her left hand was no longer on his thigh. She was playing with her pussy and the hand she used was clearly moving with an urgency. It was then that he fucked her throat.

He could not just plow her like he would her pussy or ass, simply because of the tight fit, but even so, he did her throat roughly, with the occasional gag as her hand grew more insistent.

Once there were no more gags or retches, he took her by the hair at the top of her head and moved her back to the bed, on her side with her ass at the edge, and wiped a literal handful of her slobber from her chin.

She had her head up, supported by her left shoulder and arm as she watched him use the slobber to lube her ass. With one of his hands on her side and the other on her thigh, he plunged his cock into her ass, and she moaned with the entry.

Randy went slow for a while, but eventually sped up, pulling back harshly on her hips to meet each plunging action of his cock. He pulled out when she came and before she knew it, he had picked up her body and tossed it to the center of the bed on her back.

When Katie could process her environment again, she felt his cock deep inside her, but now in a different orifice, and realized that her hands were pinned by his above her head. Randy's cock was pounding her pussy and then he bent his head to her right breast. She felt him suck her nipple deep into his mouth and his tongue twirl on the tip as the ferocious buildup began anew, little stars flying through her consciousness like drunken fireflies.

Aware of doing it or not, Katie put her feet up against the hollows of his hips while lost in the throes of the oncoming orgasm. Her chest and abdomen heaved, clearly defining her rib cage, and she squeezed her feet tighter into him.

Still pounding her, Randy reached down and thumbed her clit, the barbell wiggling. His thumb caused the stars to explode into hyperspace in Katie's mind, and she rocked her head back into the impossible angle again, looking at nothing once more as she rode the wave and moaned.

When it had passed, she returned to the present and found that Randy was now in her ass again and still going hard, his hands locked under her hips, which he held in the air. She wanted another one, needed another one, and she needed it now. She reached down and took Randy's right hand, bringing it to her throat.

He was surprised by her action but gave her what she wanted and began to tighten his hand as he moved the other one further under her to continue holding her ass in the air.

With a tone of wanton need she responded.

"Yesssss." It was soft, but clear, as she drew out the word, the esses trailing off as her lungs emptied. Her hips were moving to meet him as she acquired the sleepy-eyed look of a drunk and the fireflies joined her.

Randy tightened his hand further and Katie attached both of hers to his forearm. When he loosened his grip in response, her eyes opened wide and she shook her head 'No', pulling his hand further into the flesh and cartilage of her throat.

'She wants it,' Randy thought to himself and he resumed choking her as Katie filled her chest with as much air as she could hold, her mouth opened wide and moving like a gulping fish out of water.

When she closed her mouth, Randy drilled her ass as hard as he was capable and watched as her eyes began to bug out. He was now past his self-imposed limit of sixty seconds and watched as the orgasm came.

Her eyes began to flutter, and her hands lost their grip on his forearm when the orgasm took over her body and the sight and feel of it brought him off, his cum filling her ass. Randy released her throat as the air in her lungs exploded from her mouth in a wail. He kept his cock planted deep inside her as it continued to shoot load after load, her ass rising further up his body.

When both their climaxes had stilled, he let her hips slide slowly down his thighs to the bed, his cock leaving her body for the first appreciable time in the last hour. Randy stayed upright and breathed hard as he watched the copper-colored brunette pant in recovery.

Still on his knees, he picked Katie up and settled her limp body onto her pillow in the center of the bed, the spot where she had slept beside him for the last few days. He went to get them both a bottle of water, waiting patiently as she mewed softly and came back to him.