A Randy Retirement Pt. 27: Ellie

Ellie called after him as he disappeared through the doorway, "The angel fell from grace when she met an old geezer with a big dick," and giggled as she put on the beach cover and picked up her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Then she added sunglasses and said, "I was hoping for a quick fuck before we headed out."

Randy walked briskly back into the room without comment, carrying a 20" canvas carry-on bag. He picked up the cooler and silently headed to the garage. Ellie followed and asked, "What's in the bag?"

Placing both bag and cooler in the bed of his truck, he answered her question with a question, "You ever heard the old saying, 'Curiosity killed the cat?'"

"Yes," and she paused before adding, "Never mind," and then got in the passenger side.

Randy waited for her to get settled, then pointedly looked at her.

"That's a good little whore."

*

Once the boat was in the water, he took her northward, further than they had gone in the spring. Ellie sat up on her knees in the seat to his left, the rush of wind from the speeding boat blowing open her cover-up and exposing the barely there swimsuit.

After an hour of cruising around at top speed and giving her glances that did nothing but make his cock harder, Randy pulled into a cove hidden by some scrub pines. He anchored the boat and they ate the lunch they had brought. Halfway through his sandwich, Randy asked her, "So there's no dunes here, but you wanna bang on the boat?"

"I was wondering," she started, then stopped talking when he threw the rest of his sandwich overboard and reached into the canvas bag, retrieving a bondage collar and a dog leash with clips on both ends.

"Stand up and face the back," he said without looking at her. When Ellie did. he put the collar on around her neck and buckled it.

"How are we doing this?" she asked, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

"I don't know how you're gonna do it, but I'm gonna nut," he replied as he attached the leash and pulled her head down by it. Clipping the loose end to an eyebolt on the outside of the transom, he left Ellie bent at the waist with her hands down on the back of the boat for support.

He spanked her once and she responded with a guttural cry, not too loud but from deep in her being, her ass sore from the previous night. Another spank came and gained the same response. Randy then set her ass ablaze with a series of slaps, each one growing the strength of her cries until without forewarning he pulled the thin material of her bikini bottoms aside and entered her soaked pussy.

Ellie collapsed to her knees, Randy's cock losing contact.

"Don't run like a dog, you little bitch," he growled.

The leash had tightened over the transom and pulled her chin up. In the same motion, her hands had reached back to spread her cheeks.

"Not running, you silly man," she said in a shrill groan and began to work her ass backwards in search of his cock.

Randy got two life jackets and spread them on the deck of the boat so neither of them would skin up their knees and then re-entered, bringing a deep sigh from Ellie as she backed up as much as the leash would allow.

Steadily he stroked her pussy and resumed spanking her ass. It wasn't the ferocity of the spanking, but the continuousness of it that multiplied and compounded her orgasm. When it ensued, Ellie's hands left her ass and came forward to push against the transom as she tried to get every last inch of his cock inside her.

After they had both cum, Randy unclipped the leash from the transom and pulled her roughly back toward the driver's seat. He pulled rope from the canvas bag and put her on her knees, where he bound Ellie heel to ass around her thighs and shins. Then he used the rest of the rope to tie her arms behind her back tightly, right hand to left elbow and vice versa.

He took two large dildoes from the bag, each with suction cups and stuck them together on the floor of the boat where his feet would normally be as he piloted it. He grabbed the life jackets for a cushion, then slid his seat back as far as it would go and moved Ellie, having to adjust the dildoes only once, until she was firmly seated on both silicone phalluses; one in her ass and the other in her pussy. The life jackets were under her knees.

"How do I keep from bumping my head on the steering wheel?" she asked as she crouched over.

Randy sat in his seat, his feet on either side of her, "Just keep it down," he smiled, cranking the boat.

The only way she could keep her head down was to put her face in his crotch and Randy's cock was still stiff. She knew what he wanted and gave it to him, sucking his dick all the way in as the waves buffeted the boat and moved the dildoes inside her.

She almost made him cum, but he stopped just before the marina and untied her, leaving the collar and leash in place.

Ellie put on the cover-up, but the marks from the ropes on her legs were visible as she helped him secure the boat before he scooped up the canvas bag and cooler, removed the leash from her collar, and they headed for the parking lot.

"My compliments and thanks," he told her as they got in the truck.

"For what?"

"Not biting my dick." They laughed and Ellie added, "That would never happen 'cause I got plans for it later." A mile or two went by and she added, "You could have left the leash on you know."

Randy looked at her, his face showing no reaction, and she continued, "I wouldn't have minded."

He turned his attention back to the road, "I'll bear that in mind."

When they got to the house, she walked in ahead of him, then twirled at his bedroom doorway and announced, "I'm going to take a shower, you need to go ahead and take a pill for later."

Randy left her alone, showering in the guest bath, then dressed in a gunmetal guayabera shirt and ivory shorts from his room.

He was at the grill, cooking the kabobs when she joined him. Ellie wore a pair of tight jeans, with an emerald-green, strapless cropped top that revealed the upper half of her breasts. It was made of a sequined-type material and reflected light in various shades of its base color. The jeans form-fitted over her hips and then cinched at her narrow waist with no belt, just a button, her visible belly button piercing in matching green.

She had opened a bottle of red wine and had a full glass as they talked, the emerald top contrasting nicely with her copper coloring.

They ate the kabobs on paper plates in the gazebo, the red she had opened came along as well. Randy had turned on the rail lights, setting them on low. He had set the color to green, to match her selected color for the evening.

Ellie made a big dent in the bottle of wine all by herself and by the time the sun had set, they'd finished their meal and she had emptied the last of it into her glass. The air had grown cool with the ocean breeze, causing her to shiver as she took another sip, then she nodded toward the fire pit on the north side of the gazebo.

"Do you ever use that?"

"We can use it right now if you'd like," Randy told her.

"I would, it's a little chilly."

Randy got up, turned on the gas, and pressed the button on the side of the pit for the striker. After the second press, the gas ignited with a whoosh and fire emerged from the rolled lava rocks. Ellie came closer, placing herself between him and the fire so that she could gain warmth front and back.

The moon was hidden by clouds, the only illumination coming from the flames as they licked the rocks and the understated, greenish glow along the railing.

"I love it here," she whispered.

"I'll sell it to you when you make your first million," he offered.

"Do you come with it?" Ellie laughed, then turned serious. "Because you're the reason I love it here. I mean, I can go to the beach anywhere, and it will be just as pretty in most places. But you won't be there," and she downed the last of her wine and moved to place the empty glass on the table.

Resuming her previous position, Randy's hands found her waist and she covered them with her own and moved them to the button in front. Randy accepted the invitation and loosened her jeans, a hand delving inside until he slipped two fingers into her and found that Ellie was already wet as he played with her pierced clit.

"Randy," she whispered.

"Yes?"

"I need you. My nipples and clit are driving me nuts and you being near me does nothing but compound their effect."

He withdrew his hands, wrapped them around her waist and picked her up. Taking her to the table, her laid her on her back, swiping the remnants of their supper to the tiled floor with one arm.

Her jeans were still unbuttoned from his fingering, and he roughly removed them, then pulled her ass to the edge. Without waiting, he stuffed his dick inside her, the clit ring skidding along the top of his shaft as it disappeared inside her.

It was a passionate fuck, an unknowing observer might have even said romantic, as Randy slowly brought her off. But once Ellie came, Randy pounded her in search of his own orgasm, the movement of her body on the table so rough that her top finally slipped past her breasts, exposing them to the cool night air as she urged him onward, "Oh yes daddy, fuck me harder!"

Randy shot his load inside her, roaring like the Predator after a kill in the Schwarzenegger movie. He withdrew and paused for a moment, his hands flat on the table to her sides and his eyes staring at her washed-out blues before he suddenly picked her up and moved them both to the playroom, where they removed the rest of their clothing.

When he turned her around, she was facing the bondage frame that he had used on her sister, the same one she had been requesting for over a month. Without prodding, she leaned forward into it and Randy quickly closed the pipe around her waist, then secured her wrists and ankles to the extensions. Ellie's mid-section rested on the pad in the middle, her huge knockers hanging freely over the top.

Next came the adjustments, turning the dials to spread her arms wide behind her back and forcing her body into a twenty-degree angle to the floor. He did the same with her legs, the dials on the frame spreading her legs wide enough for easy access without putting her into a full split.

He left her for a moment, then came back with a pair of tweezer nipple clamps on a chain. Ellie's piercings were set deep on her nipples, but Randy put the clamps behind them, getting more breast than nipple, and ran the ring on each clamp high on the metal, making her screech in response.

He again hung a fishing weight on each clamp, but this time he used the three-ounce version holding them in the palms of his hands.

"Look at me," he said and when her eyes had looked up, he let the weights go.

She did not utter a sound as the weights swung, moving her breasts with their momentum. Her eyes stayed on him, daring him as she bit her bottom lip.

This brought a shiver to Randy's spine that he couldn't shake. Without delay he picked up the riding crop and stepped to her waiting mouth, throating her as he lightly slapped her ass with the now familiar crop.

The aftermath of the previous night had not faded, and each time Ellie's body convulsed from the crop striking her ass, her throat closed on his dick.

"I'm going to spank you with this until you make me cum," he told her, the crop emphasizing his words and Ellie turned from receiver to participant, her tongue massaging him furiously as she strained to bring him off.

In time Randy threw the crop to the floor, pulled his cock most of the way out and yelled, "Suck it Ellie, suck it hard," and he watched as her cheeks sunk in response. He pulled out when he orgasmed, the thick, white ropes covering her face as she laughed a crazed little laugh.

He raised her chin so he could look directly at her, his cum getting on his hand, "Where do you want it?"

"In my ass," she told him, her voice sounding as if she were in a drugged state. Randy held his hand out for her to lick clean and when she finished he walked around to her rear.

The spread of her legs had closed her ass cheeks. While her pussy was gaped open, her asshole was partially hidden by the cleft of her cheeks, not that it was a problem as he fed his cock to her asshole inch by inch, Ellie moaning as the feeling of fullness grew once again.

Randy used the railing over her back as a handhold and pummeled her, the steel device creaking as he rocked her ass and watched it waver with his effort. For twenty minutes he fucked, until they both were panting heavily, Ellie cumming twice before he released her.

He put her straight to bed, then went to clean up the food from the gazebo before joining her. They slept the sleep of the dead as they both were too exhausted to shower.

***

Friday, July 6th

Ellie and Randy spent the morning at the aquarium down on Roanoke Island -- river otters, fish, alligators, and a sea turtle rescue exhibit. Ellie grew excited at the extremely large jellyfish and went absolutely bonkers when they arrived at the shark exhibit right at feeding time.

They had tacos for lunch from a little Mexican grille in Nags Head and Ellie teased him mercilessly with the way she ate, exaggerating her mouth and then again as she sucked on the straw in her drink.

Randy enjoyed the show, but got a sudden urge to address the growing wildness that she had exhibited during the week. He knew he was mainly responsible for it and felt that he needed to give her an out. He would miss it, should Ellie choose to rein the wild side of her personality in; but even if he usually let his little head lead, his big head was always thinking long term. Randy wanted no eventual regrets to surface years down the road. Holding his tongue for the time being, it was a conversation that he was determined to have before she departed for home.

"Can we lay out when we get back?" she asked him halfway home.

"If that's what you want, sure," Randy answered.

He slipped on his swim trunks and went on out to the deck ahead of her, turning the lounge chairs around to face the afternoon sun. Locking the back of one chair at an angle, he sat and relaxed for a moment, closing his eyes and letting the sun warm his body.

A shadow came over him, blocking his warmth and when Randy opened his eyes Ellie was standing there, the sun putting her face in shadow and radiating brightly around her head and shoulders.

She laughed as he shaded his eyes with a hand and then moved to the chaise lounge chair to his left. Her choice of swimwear would be considered conservative compared to the last few suits she had worn, but it was subtle in its design. It was mostly white, with light blue squares on it in a checked pattern. The bottoms rode low on her hips but had considerably more material than the Wicked Weasel, by a large margin. What was alluring was the top, it had no straps for her shoulders or neck and tied only in the front in a big overhand knot. The material narrowed as it rounded her rib cage from the rear until there was, at most, an inch wide strip left on both sides to form the knot in the middle of her chest. This left the underside and cleavage of her boobs fully exposed.

She hadn't brough lotion, so Randy figured they weren't long for sunning and about an hour into it, Ellie started to make barely audible moaning sounds. He glanced her way and she was just lying there, nothing seemingly out of place.

She started the low moaning again and Randy took the hint, getting out of his chair. Before she could react, he had flipped her chair backwards until the back was flat on the ground and the foot of it was sticking up into the air.

Randy straddled both Ellie and the chair, reached down and pulled off her bottoms and then put her into a sledgehammer position.

Instead of fucking her, her began to lick her pussy and clit, running his tongue roughly over her piercing. He put Ellie's legs over his shoulders so that she couldn't get away and then proceeded to drive her mad with his tongue, so much so that she undid the knot in her top and began to fondle her tits.

Her only contact with the earth was her shoulder blades as he continued to fuck her pussy with his tongue.

"Aaaah, oh god, ohhh, please, pleasssss," she cried as his fingers entered the action, probing deep until they acquired her G-spot.

Minute after minute passed and Randy continued to manhandle her sex with just his tongue and fingers, Ellie's ratchet clicking along. He did not stop until she came, his face getting plastered with the nectar of her pussy as she did her semi-squirt. In the midst of the pleasure of her orgasm, she gritted her teeth and demanded, "Fuck meeee!"

Not wanting to disappoint her, he let her go and watched as she continued to wriggle for a few seconds. Ellie then tucked and rolled out of the overturned lounger. She pranced without a word to the steel rails of the ladder for the shallow end of the pool, bent double at the waist and put both hands up on one of the rails.

Randy followed without being asked, used his foot to spread both of hers and bent his knees to slide his cock inside her as he grabbed her waist.

"Fuck yeah," she growled, her hands coming back to cover his. Ellie's long blonde hair was touching the pool deck, her head almost between her knees as the long locks waved in time with his strokes.

She began to fuck him back, using his hands to pull herself into his pelvis. It was then that Randy reversed her grip and locked wrists with her, pulling her torso parallel with the deck and picking up his intensity.

"Ohh ... aww shittt ... ohh," Ellie moaned as her head began to rock from the pounding, followed by "Ohhh my god."

"It's good?" Randy asked sarcastically, his voice huffing.

She shook her head side to side, her hair flying wildly, and spat the words in reply, "Fuuukk yeah!"

He was almost there, holding on for her to cum again. In his mind's eye he could see her massive tits bouncing off one another as he rocked her body to nirvana.

"Oh, oh, here it comes," she cried, her body growing tense.

"You gonna cum again?" he asked, not that he needed to be told, he just wanted her to say it.

"Yessss," she croaked, the orgasm beginning. Suddenly she seized up, her body going rigid, but still he fucked her until her legs straightened in the midst of her climax. He let go of her hands and they shot down to the pool deck to support herself, her body trembling as his dick left her spasming pussy.

Two strokes of his hand down the full length of his shaft was all it took and Randy shot off on her backside, turning her pussy, asshole, and cheeks a creamy white with his jizz.

*

Ellie requested supper again at the spot where they met. Diane was really surprised they made a repeat appearance in the same week and this time she did not manage to hide it.

Ellie had worn a dark green cocktail mini. Scooped, plunging front that hid nothing, backless down to the top of her tailbone, Randy walked her in with his hand on her bare lower back, his pinkie straight down and pressing on the anal plug that she had asked for and inserted herself.

"Do you wear stuff like this when you're at home?" Randy had asked as they drove down.

Ellie had not answered him, only laughed in a light, airy manner as if she were high and the question was silly.

They each had a half chicken, roasted and finished on the grill over mesquite coals, and then finished the meal off with key lime pie.

In the middle of dessert two men came to their table and said hello. One was in his forties, with styled blondish-red hair and an expensive suit. The other was mid-fifties with a salt and pepper crew cut and a modest sports coat.

Randy made introductions and they said hello to Ellie, the younger man's eyes lingering just a tad too long.