A Randy Retirement Pt. 30: Ellie

"Yeah, yeah," Sam replied turning to Ellie, "You'd think he really cared, wouldn't you?"

"I do Sam," Randy confirmed as he clapped his arm, "I can't let nothin' happen to my wingman."

Ellie rose on her toes and kissed him on the cheek, holding the cups out to the side and rubbing her breasts on his arm as the old man began to blush.

They then said their farewells and left with Sam still standing there, bent at the waist to support himself with a hand on the table as he muttered and watched her walk away. "Damn, she's breathtaking."

Once out the door, Ellie piped a question, "Can we go to an arcade?"

Randy glanced at his phone, checking both the radar and the time because the storm was supposed to arrive, and he wasn't sure when the rain and wind would start. It appeared they still had a couple of hours before the weather would turn south.

"Let me think where one is," he said, getting in the car. "Okay, yeah, I got one. We'll drive down and see if they're still open. They may have closed due to the storm.

It wasn't closed. The place had a putt-putt course, go-kart track and a two-story arcade, kids on the first floor and adults only on the top floor. The wind was picking up as they arrived, but for the moment the place was still open for business.

Ellie led him upstairs to the arcade and Randy gave her a twenty to cash in for tokens to play some of the arcade games, but she didn't win anything. Not that she cared. The entire excursion was for his benefit as she moved her body in every way possible to titillate him and any others who cared to look. Her efforts succeeded.

They walked out onto the wrap-around balcony and looked out over the putt-putt course side-by-side, their bodies touching. One could almost see the electricity arch between them.

It was at that moment that Ellie squinted into the distance and asked, "Isn't that the two guys from the beach over their playing putt-putt?"

She pointed them out and Randy confirmed, "Yes, I believe it is. Would you like to go say hello?"

Ellie didn't answer. Instead, she looked around the course, measuring out the layout in her mind. Then she checked out the balcony and grabbed Randy's hand, moving them both to a back corner that was isolated. She leaned forward against the railing, nodded to her ass in invitation.

Despite his arched eyebrow, Randy moved in, plastering his groin into her butt and reaching around to grip the balcony on either side of the mischievous blonde. He was interested to see where this would lead.

The guys seemed to be the only two on the course and the spot she had chosen was where they would pass just underneath as they started the 14th hole.

As the young duo arrived at the 13th, Ellie began to grind on Randy's cock, her ass dancing to the faint music playing somewhere in the complex. By the time the guys had made it to 14, Randy was dry humping her, his hands palming her tits inside the loose t-shirt.

Whether by desire or design, Ellie let loose with a needful moan and the teenagers both looked at each other. They had heard that sound before, just that afternoon and the pair of eyes searched for its origin.

Finally, one of them looked up, elbowing his buddy as they both forgot about their golf game. Randy saw Ellie tilt her head back, her eyes still on them as she tongued her front teeth provocatively. He heard one of the guys say, "Oh shit Sammy, it's the same chick!" Looking down, Randy saw that they both had their hands in their shorts as they continued to crane their necks up.

Ellie hands never left the railing as she continued to move her ass and Randy reached around her waist, unbuttoning her jeans. He heard another "Oh shit" from down below as he plunged his hand down the front of her pants. Ellie spread her legs, giving him more access and his fingers found her drenched cunt and started to fingerbang her right there in front of them.

Her hands finally left the balcony, bunching the front of the blue shirt together down the middle of her cleavage to flash her knockers and give them a full, unrestricted view. Her ratchet was clicking away faster than a camera set on multi-image capture and she fondled herself and attempted to lick her own nipples, though they weren't floppy enough at her age to succeed. All the while, Randy continued to dial-up her pussy.

He glanced down and both boys had their cocks out now, stroking themselves to the show. They wanted to see more, and they did, Randy making Ellie cum. She had remained mostly silent until the very end when she gave them one loud moan. Even though he knew she was putting herself on exhibition just for the teens, and really for herself, Randy recognized the moan. Her orgasm was no exhibition.

She had straightened the shirt and stood straight, Randy removing his hand. Leaving her audience behind with just a teasing wave, Ellie dragged him into the nearby restroom, pulling Randy into a stall as he asked, "What are we doing Ellie?"

In a desperate voice she replied, "You're not that stupid, so don't even start," and she positioned herself facing the closed door of the stall on her toes, her hands gripping the top.

Randy grinned so big his face hurt as he pulled her jeans down to her knees. He left the plug in place and fucked her cunt hard for the first time of the weekend, having to put his hand over her mouth the entire time to keep her somewhat quiet.

They both came rather quickly by their standard, Randy depositing his load at her cervix, and then they ran into the boys as they were exiting the rest room.

Ellie was still straightening her clothes, her entire body exhibiting that 'I just came' look and both of the teens stood there speechless as she nodded at them with a debauched smile and walked on by.

Randy followed and waved at them, "Good evening fellas, y'all have a good sleep now, ya hear," and he chuckled as he walked away, knowing that they would masturbate while thinking about this day for weeks to come.

On the way back home the storm announced its presence when the wind suddenly began to move the car and sheets of rain followed not long thereafter. Randy slowed and they both looked out as the first band began to brush the Outer Banks.

"That was quite the little PDA back there," Randy commented as drove, his head turning side-to-side as he scanned for hazards.

"PDA?"

"Public display of affection."

"Ha, more like PRF ... public restroom fuckin'," she corrected.

"Well, in any event, I'd say your metamorphosis from sorority darling to brazen whore was complete."

She turned to him, smiling broadly, "Why thank you daddy. But only with you." She paused for a moment, then asked, "Did I embarrass you? You could have stopped me you know."

Randy shook his head, "Lord no. I been planning the fuck on the beach this afternoon for months, so I loved it. Besides, you told me my job was to fuck you senseless and keep you out of jail for lewd behavior."

They both laughed out loud, Ellie's hand finding his on the gear shift lever as she corrected him again.

"Actually, I said your job was to make me cum and keep me out of jail."

Without delay he informed her, "Baby, fucking you senseless is what makes you cum."

She exhaled deeply then, her body bouncing in the seat and Randy realized just how tight her ratchet still was. The little escapade at the arcade was just the warm-up and he added for good measure, "that and leaving you to my machines and devices."

She was silent for the next few miles, save for her heavy breathing. Then, out of the blue, Ellie asked if they could go to the water park the next day.

"Gee, I don't know, they might not be open," Randy replied as he literally pointed to the worsening weather outside the windshield.

"Oh, right. I've never had to deal with these things," Ellie responded as she rotated her head and followed the plastic lid of a garbage can as it flew across the road from right to left in front of them. "If they're open, can we go to the water park?" She was talking about normal things, but her voice was high-strung and revealing as she continued to heat up.

Randy smirked, and gave in, "Yeah, sure. If they're open, I'll take you." He never for one second thought they would be.

A convenience such as an automatic garage door made its worth known on such nights as Randy pulled into the driveway and opened it, parking inside and closing the door quickly before the wind could cause any damage.

It was obvious they still had power because the streetlights outside and the night lights inside were all lit. Randy stopped at the control panel in the kitchen and checked the status of his generators, then turned on some lights in the house, his bedroom, the living room, and the kitchen. Using the dimmer function, he set them all at 25% brightness.

Ellie had continued straight to the living room, where she stood at the wall of windows and watched the storm. There were lightning strikes off-shore and the sound of the wind was becoming steadier as the rain beat on the double-paned glass.

He joined her, handing off a bottle of water and they watched in silence for a few minutes and sipped.

Ellie shrank back when a gust suddenly hit the panes and the house creaked for the first time, turning to look at him with concern.

"No worries," he told her, putting his arm around her shoulders, "that's about as bad as its gonna get. If it were gonna be any worse, I would have put the storm shutters up. It isn't. I've been watching this thing for over a week."

"Oh, so you're a weatherman too?" she teased, trying hard not to look outside as another gust hit.

"No, but I've been through a storm at least once in every year of my life that I've lived east of I-95. After a while you know what to expect by where it comes from and where it's headed. I know all about barometric pressure, African dust in the atmosphere and wind shear, and where the warm water is out in the ocean."

"Un-huh," she responded, taking another drink from her bottle.

Randy finished his first, putting the bottle on the floor and coming behind her. She continued to drink as he ran his hands freely inside her shirt and began to fondle her 34DDs, paying particular attention to the two gold rings in her nipples. Ellie tried to hold out, but ultimately gasped as her body shuddered in his hands. She downed the rest of her water, let the empty bottle drop to the floor, and turned, taking his hand and leading the way silently to his bedroom.

He stopped along the way to turn on some music, putting his entire playlist on shuffle.

As they began to undress each other, the live version of Molly Hatchet's "Dreams I'll Never See" started playing. A kiss on the shoulder here, a kiss on the earlobe there and soon they were naked, caressing each other. Ellie removed the butt plug herself, slowly teasing it out in a way that only she really could as her ass danced with the music.

"You are gonna take my ass again tonight, aren't you?" she asked as she placed the black plug on his dresser, her back to him.

"I am," was the answer, spoken as if it was inevitable.

He moved in then, taking the hair at the nape of her neck into his right hand and using it like a handle to bend her head back to him severely. Savagely he began to kiss her, his tongue rough and urgent as she reciprocated in kind. Ellie's hand searched and found his cock, rigid and warm as she ran her fingers down the shaft and squeezed it tightly.

From there it was on.

They found his bed with the spunk of the evening's earlier activity at the putt-putt course still on their bodies. It didn't matter.

The kissing turned passionate, urgent fondling following in short order. Randy had her sit on his face, his tongue deeply probing her slit as Ellie's ratchet mechanism clicked away. When he sucked on her love bud, the ring in it lying on his tongue, she lost all restraint. Her full weight came down on his face as she innately ground her hips to the tune Randy played on her clit, her breathing growing shallow. In the background, the grinding guitars were dueling as the seven-minute song approached its last thirty seconds.

He reached up, put his hands in her armpits, and lifted her, rolling her back as he rose. Ellie slid down his body, the movement continuing until she was on her back with Randy on top. His hands pinned hers to the mattress on either side of her head as their tongues continued to tango.

Randy's monster lay between them, pressed into both of their bodies by his weight, and Ellie was supremely conscious of its presence. She wanted it to fill her, to feel the wide head pummeling her cunt, to experience its presence once again where no other one or no other thing had ever been.

She worked her right hand loose and moved it between their bodies, grabbing his dick insistently.

Randy rose, looking into her eyes, and asked, "What do you want Ellie?"

"I want you," she replied. "I want you now."

He moved to insert himself, Ellie spreading her legs in anticipation. When his cock spilt her, Ellie's back arched and her legs moved to encircle his waist. She locked her ankles by crossing them at his lower back and, as they began to rut, her thighs raked his flanks. She clutched his body tightly and they resumed the tongue dance as they reached the first stage of combustion.

"The Sunshine of Your Love" had been playing for a couple of minutes and Randy fucked her slowly, as much emphasis as he could muster in each stroke as he moved in half-time to the beat of the song. Her hands came up to caress his head as he started to kiss her cheek, his head moving to her ear before making its way to her neck. Randy placed his forehead on the mattress just over her shoulder, his pelvis rising to better the angle as his body sloped down to bring his full weight into play.

"Oh shit," Ellie murmured, a soft cry tinged with the sound of a woman on the edge. He drove his cock into her with every other beat of the music, but with the quality of a sledgehammer, and the same cry repeated itself each time his cock made its way to her cervix.

Just as the song was ending, Ellie's first orgasm commenced with her hands starting to tremble, a spasm that caused them to tap lightly on his bald head. Randy continued, the result already decided, just like nothing would stop the storm outside that was in full force now.

The tremble in her hands moved to her legs and Ellie squealed, her climax overtaking her, though she managed to keep her ankles locked around him. And still, Randy kept his head down on the mattress and her ass in the air, his cock relentless.

She continued cumming for almost a minute, her body lost to his wiles; again, she had surrendered herself to him.

Once the trembling had stopped, Randy shifted, pinning her thighs to the bed close to her sides, her feet resting inside his biceps. He half-rose, using his hands on her legs for support and picked up the pace, pummeling her snatch with his ten inches as Wilson Pickett crooned "In the Midnight Hour."

Ellie started to repeat over and over, "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," sucking in a quick breath between each of her beseechments.

Without slowing, Randy informed her, "I wasn't planning on it, at least not when you're about to cum so hard again."

It then overwhelmed her. Ellie's feet moved in slow motion, grinding themselves against his upper arms. Her mouth locked in a big 'O' for a moment, and she held her breath as the climax shook her. When again she exhaled, her body devolved into a mass of quivering orgasm, and she breathed so rapidly that the sound resembled a whistle.

He changed his stroke again, gearing back to slow and steady as she floated through her ecstasy and when she had worked it out of her system, he jerked her up and to the floor just as "Having Me Some Fun Tonight" came through the speakers.

Making Ellie squat with her back against the wall, he pulled her wrists above her head and held them together, similar to what he had done when she was on the Sybian. Ellie's tongue came out of her mouth as she panted, and he moved his hips close enough that she could suck his cock.

Suck was an understatement. Her cheeks depressed as she got more into what she was doing and Randy pulled her hands higher, taking all the freedom from her arms as he pushed her into the wall.

She was moaning with each new suck now, eyes closed as she worked over the first third of his dick. The sound of the vacuum she kept creating added luster to the moment, as she concentrated on the head of his cock.

Randy considered that she was trying to make a point about him sucking on her clit, for it certainly seemed that Ellie was trying to suck the skin off his penis.

He began to push deeper, letting her suck more of the shaft and then pulling out so that she could run her tongue around the head. Still she kept her eyes closed, like she was in some sort of trance, but it had no effect on her effort, as it was outstanding.

Switching things up, he eventually released her hands and put his on top of her head, not to force her, but just to emphasize that he could. Ellie's own hands found his thighs, her palms resting midway his quad muscles as she throated herself fully. She had a little wretch going, but it did not slow her down as her head bobbed at his groin. Through it all, she still had not opened her eyes.

Randy stood there, enjoying the fruit of her labor as Ellie made love to his cock with her mouth and throat. He didn't warn her when his orgasm was approaching, but she knew it anyway, one hand coming between his legs to cup his balls as they spasmed and released three doses of his seed into the closed sanctum of her mouth.

She released his dick with a 'plopping' sound, wiping the excess from her chin and swallowing it before she looked up and opened her eyes for the first time in twenty minutes.

"Fuck my ass now."

It wasn't said as a demand, but rather a request, done in a soft and subservient tone.

"Go to the edge of the bed and lean over it, you little anal whore," he directed, and she obeyed immediately just as the driving opening chords of "Edge of Seventeen" began. Without delay, Randy moved in and slid his slick cock inside her asshole, grabbing her hips and pounding her right from the start.

She moaned wildly, her torso elongating over the bed as the edge held her hips up. She was leaning on her forearms, her chest up and the big titties bouncing as he nailed her.

For some reason, at that moment, Randy found the accumulation of the evening exceedingly hot and he knew that while Ellie wasn't far from cumming again, neither was he.

He looked down and watched her asshole take his big dick, the sight making him shiver and she screamed, "Ohhhh fuck daddy!"

Daddy pounded her even harder.

"Make me cum daddy!"

Daddy turned his hands over and demanded hers. Without stalling, she put them behind her back and her chest on the bed, but it only lasted a moment.

Randy pulled her back up by her hands, just like he had done the day before, and used her arms as a pinion to slam into her anus.

Ellie's body rag-dolled, her entire being flopping on his cock as she responded, "Ohh-hh-hh!"

She came again, just as hard as before as her body melted in his hands. Randy let go and she collapsed to the bed and twitched. He ran his cock roughly along her crack, the slit between her cheeks wider due to the pounding. The sights, the sounds, the lingering feeling of her throat, pussy, and ass all combined and he shot off all over her ass and back, his cock jerking with each load it emitted.

Randy turned the music off, looking briefly at what had played. They had fucked for almost an hour and twenty minutes. Going back to the bed, they cuddled, still without showering, holding each other as the storm raged just outside the walls of the beach house. Without the music and the sounds of their intercourse the storm sounded much louder now, but that didn't stop them from drifting off to sleep.