1 comments/ 26029 views/ 2 favorites Ellie & Randy Ch. 01 By: BlueByrd Chapter 1 - Ellie Gets Out and Under Ellie couldn't stand it! If she didn't get laid soon, she was going to have a giant hissy-fit! Ellie hadn't had sex for four weeks since she broke up with her last mistake, Brandon. Brandon, a Lieutenant at the local airbase, was an arrogant, selfish, fly-boy bastard. He let Ellie blow him at reveille every other day, and why not? She was great at it, and it made him feel like the cock of the walk. But Brandon, once he got his rocks off, never took the time to eat her or even diddled her, so that she could cum in return. After Ellie swallowed his load, he'd thank her and trot off to the shower, leaving her alone to finish herself off. Once in a while he would initiate morning sex. He would reach over and rub her tits and pull her nipples and then reach into her crotch and start to finger her clit. However, the minute she was wet enough, he would enter her cunt from behind, fuck, cum and roll out of bed, having satisfied himself with a quickie. Ellie had nothing against quickies; it was just that she wanted one, too. At first, Brandon, her ex (she liked to refer to him as her X as if she were crossing him out), was very attentive and always made sure that she too got her jollies when they screwed. As a matter of fact, he would cheer her on like a racehorse coming to the finish as he rode her to climax. Then he'd strut like a peacock to the bathroom, bragging that he and "Wonder Boy," as he called his prick, had worked their magic once again and brought his woman in a winner! But two days after they moved in together, it was all about him. Ellie did everything she could to cajole and encourage him to return to his generous fucking ways. She would tell him how expert he was at satisfying her and how she loved exposing her raw emotion to him when he made her writhe in orgasm. But, once the chase was over and sex was always available to him, he settled in, made himself at home and expected service. Six months later Ellie took the direct approach and told him that the only way he was going to cum before her ever again was if he humped himself. So, if he ever wanted a good morning bugle call or Friday evening fuck, he better be prepared to get her off first. Bullshit, he called her a selfish, demanding bitch and moved back to the base. That was a month ago. Ellie hated the idea of going to a local watering hole to pick someone up, but she was desperate. Her vibrator just didn't cut it anymore. She wanted a hot cock attached to a hot body. Hell, she'd settle for a mediocre cock attached to a warm body if she could get it! When Friday night came, Ellie put on her best ass-hugging jeans and soft blue cotton tee that would show off her tits. Ellie was not tall, slim or blonde. A petite 5'2" she measured 34C-24-36 and had short curly brown hair. She avoided the bar near the base that the airforce boys frequented and chose, instead, Connie's, an Irish sports pub just around the corner from her apartment. Sitting on the only open stool at the bar, Ellie ordered herself a Bass Ale on tap and settled in with the regulars to watch the Red Sox, who were playing the Blue Jays on the TV over the bar. The guys at the bar were friendly and fun. They liked having a cute, relatively young girl of twenty-seven join them at the bar. Ellie laughed readily and talked and joked easily with everyone. A Sox fan anyway, she fit right in, cheering and booing with the crowd during the course of the game. She thought that, even if she didn't get laid tonight, at least, she was having fun with guys who treated her like their "darling". Randall Carson, Randy, was a little later than usual showing up at Connie's, and his usual stool at the bar was taken. He had had one hell of a week, and he needed an attitude adjustment big time. The bartender gives Randy, a Friday happy hour regular at Connie's, a nod as he comes in the door, saying, "The usual?" To which Randy replies, "Absolutely, and make it a double!" Loosening his tie, Randy reaches between Ellie and his pal Joe to pick up his Dewar's on the rocks. After a brief chat Joe, en route to a dinner engagement, gives up his seat to his buddy. Polishing off the first drink, Randy orders a second along with the prime rib special and a salad. About half way through his meal and the second double scotch on the rocks, Randy starts to feel human again and strikes up a conversation with Ellie. "You're new here." "Yes I am." "My name's Randy. How's the game going? "Hi, I'm Ellie. The Sox are up by four at the bottom of the fifth with one out, but they've still got plenty of time to lose it," she says smiling and swallowing the last of her draft. Randy laughs at her joke and buys her another beer. From that point on, they enjoy each other's company so much that they stay and chat until closing, which is well after the Sox rout the Jays 10-3. "Can I invite you over for a nightcap, Randy? My apartment is just around the corner. You can leave your car here and we can walk there." Randy leans in to give her a kiss on the lips, and Ellie reciprocates with a soft open mouth. Their tongues touch in a sweet wet kiss, and Randy brings his right hand up to cup her breast. "Let's go," Ellie says quietly. Slipping from the barstool and taking him by the hand, she leads him home with her. "What can I get you? I have some Napoleon Brandy or some Metaxa. Which would you like?" "The Napoleon is fine, thank you." Ellie brings two warmed snifters of brandy and sits down next to Randy on the living room sofa. They toast their happy meeting before putting down their drinks to take up where they left off at Connie's. Randy's French kisses are just the perfect blend of wetness, aggressiveness and tenderness; and they spend some time probing each other's mouth, deeply. Randy firmly grasps her breast and rubs her nipple to hardness through her t-shirt and bra. Ellie feels for his bulge with her hand and strokes and squeezes his hardening member through his pants. Not willing to be too patient, Ellie takes off her shirt; and with one hand Randy undoes her bra to let her lovely C-cup tits swing free. Pushing Ellie down on the couch, he gropes her and pulls her pointy nipples. Ellie groans, "I love to have my tits played with. Suck them won't you?" Happy to oblige, Randy latches on to one tit with his mouth and sucks hard while playing with the other nipple, pulling it out and rolling it in his fingers. His accomplished manipulations transport Ellie. Randy then pushes up on both arms, giving her space to undo his belt, shove her hands down his pants, and grab his cock. Sitting up, Randy strips off his tie, dress shirt and tee and throws them on the floor next to the couch. Off come pants, jockeys, shoes and socks; and his meaty 8-inch dick waves full and free over her. And then, as he starts to stroke it, Ellie smiles to see it become even larger and harder. Ellie, naked to the waist, undoes the top button of her jeans; and Randy helps her out of them. She has a very thick bush, and he catches a whiff of her musk. Unlike some women's scent, hers seems sweet; and he finds himself eager to go down for a taste. Parting her labia with his fingers, he sees her swelling clit and glistening juices. He dives in to lick her cunt, slurping up her wetness before he zeroes in on her bud. As he eats her pussy, Ellie jumps and squirms and spreads her legs as wide as she can to give him full access. Randy gives Ellie's clit the best going over it ever got. Carefully and completely, he flicks and probes and sucks all the nooks and crannies. Moaning loudly to begin with, Ellie kicks it up a decibel or two when Randy shoves two fingers into her sopping, tight vagina and one up her ass. Not long after, Randy brings Ellie, arching and hollering, to an intense orgasm - its multiple waves wracking her sex-starved body for several minutes. Out of breath and gasping for air, Ellie thanks him for a most exquisite experience and asks him if he wants her to suck him off or if he wants to fuck her. She tells him that she is on the pill and that there is a box of rubbers in her nightstand if he wants to use them. "Of course, I'd love to have you ride me bareback," she breathes. Randy tells her he wants to feel her tight cunt wrap around his throbbing cock, bareback. Ellie suggests they move to her bedroom, where it is more comfortable, and invites him to spend the night. Ellie has a wonderful bedroom with one wall that is one big mirror at the foot of her bed. Randy has never watched himself fuck anyone; and his cock, which has been hard as a rock since they began, is ready to explode just at the thought of it. Ellie lies down with her head at the foot of the bed so Randy can watch himself. Poised over her cunt, he drives his big cock so deeply that its head punches her cervix and his balls slap her ass. Ellie grunts with each thrust and urges him on by telling him to pound her needy cunt and begs him to make her cum again. Randy is riveted as he watches himself ram his cock home with every thrust until his load explodes inside her and she cums for a second time. His long cock battles with the vice-grips of her orgasmic spasms to give Ellie the last of his jizz in smaller, but equally intense, spurts. Both of them exhausted, they crawl under the covers, exchange heartfelt "thank you" kisses and fall asleep. Ellie & Randy Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - Ellie and Randy Carry On After spending the night, Randy wakes first to the smell of coffee brewing that Ellie had set up the night before. He looks over at Ellie, who is sleeping peacefully on her back, and is impelled by a building passion to refresh his memory of the lush body of the woman who fucked him so well and so aggressively the night before. He lifts the hem of the sheet and draws it down across the spreading and slightly flattened tits, over the central thicket of pubic hair on the wide beam of her hips, finally to reveal the heft of her shapely legs. The loveliness of Ellie's pale white body, completely nude, affects Randy as he watches her breasts rise and fall rhythmically with each quiet breath. He smiles at the thought of last night's wild abandon and the sweet taste of her cunt as he ate her, and his cock was now rising in affirmation. Randy can no longer resist temptation. He gently puts his mouth to a nipple, suckling, and lightly rests his hand on her mound. Ellie wakes, stretches and smiles at this most pleasant arousal. "Mmmm, I'm glad you stayed. Your wake-up call is especially sweet." "You were so lovely and serene in your morning sleep that it made me tingle and want to touch and taste you to make sure you were real . . ." Ellie, having rolled over to discover Randy's big morning hard-on, grabs it mid-rod and gives it a little tug. "Real," she laughs, "I'm glad to find that this nice one is real! And I think it would be very nice to feel it inside me this morning. But I have to tell you that it'll have to be a quickie because it's Saturday and I work at the post office today. We can't play for long, but we've got an hour or so, and I can't think of a better way to start the day. Last night was so great!" Rolling over on top of her, he parts her legs with his knee and thigh. He feels with his fingers that she is ready. So wet. He positions himself between her legs, poised for entry, as Ellie draws her knees up to open herself for his complete access. Randy strongly and steadily enters her all the way. Closing her eyes so that she can concentrate, she feels the flare of the head of his penis enter her vagina, followed by the pleasant sensation of her cunt stretching to accommodate every inch of the lovely big cock invading her canal. He comes to rest deep inside at the door of her cervix and she sighs. She feels his cock growing and pulsing. The strength and sensitivity with which he delivers his long strokes into her vagina make her juices flow even more heavily. Randy takes his time. Their fucking is heartfelt. The frantic neediness of the night before has been replaced with deliberate care and responsiveness to one another. They seem to be composing a sexual adagio. His deep strokes nudge her G-spot; and, when at the bottom, he grinds himself into her pubis so that her swollen clit gets the massage it needs to bring her over the top. Soon arching and moaning, Ellie comes hard. Randy, already deeply in her cunt, thrusts in even deeper, giving his full length to the gripping waves and shudders of her successive orgasms. As they subside, he picks up the tempo; and within a dozen more strokes he explodes inside her, grunting out his flooding love and moaning her name. Falling off to his side of the bed, he rests. "That was soooooooo good!" she coos, giving him a peck on the cheek. "And thank you so much for getting me off first. That was really something." "You're welcome, Ellie. I haven't had such a satisfying wake-up in what seems like a hundred years, myself." "Well, what about some coffee? You stay there and I'll get us some. How do you take yours?" "With cream is good, if you have it." "I do, and I'll be right back." While Ellie goes to the kitchen, Randy heads to the bathroom to relieve himself. He can't believe his great luck in finding Ellie at Connie's Pub, and their sweet morning has confirmed his ardent desire to see her again if she'll have him. Randy and Ellie meet back at the bed at the same time and crawl in to talk and wake up further over their morning brew. Randy cannot believe how comfortable Ellie is with nudity. She didn't put a bathrobe on to get their coffee and is now sitting cross- legged next to him without so much as a corner of the sheet to cover any part of her. He finds it hard not to stare at her long, full breasts with their large areolas and protruding pink nipples, or not to contemplate the triangle of curly hair just below her plump tummy. Tall and slender, himself, he is not usually attracted to petite round women; but, strangely, the softness of Ellie's zaftig figure turns him on, as does, what so far seems to be, her easy going nature. " Gee, you know, you really make a good cup of coffee, Ellie?" He takes another sip. "And I'd like to see you again, if that's all right." "Why, I think that would be great. You've made me feel very good, and I'd like to get to know you further." " What's a good night for us to go out?" "I have Sundays and Mondays off from the post office. How about next Saturday night? Should we meet again at Connie's?" "No, I'd like to take you out to dinner somewhere nice. How about next Saturday at the Mona Lisa? How about we get started from here at seven?" " Wow, I think that would be great! I'll have to rev up my little black dress and my tea party manners for that! The Mona Lisa is an incredible restaurant with beautifully intimate dining and French service. You don't mess around!" "Sure I do. That's how we met!" They both laugh and finish their coffee before Ellie exclaims, "Hey, I've got to get with it or I'll be late," and bounces out of bed. Randy goes to collect his clothes from the living room, where he and Ellie started out the night before, and puts them back on. He also gathers Ellie's clothes and hands them to her, coming out of the bathroom barefoot in bra and panties. "Oh, thanks, Randy. I forgot all about them." Dropping last night's clothes in the hamper, she proceeds to dress for work. "If you wait a minute, we can walk out together," she says taking a fresh uniform out of her closet. "Okay. Umm...... uhh...... Ellie?" he stammers out lightly, "Do you mind if I watch you dress?" " No, I don't mind. I think it would be nice," she responds, assuming a stance facing her mirror directly across from Randy standing in the doorway. It gives him, now leaning against the jamb, a full front and back view of her reverse strip tease. She starts with her uniform shirt that has been tailored to the contour of her bust line. She buttons it over the lace and satin bra that binds the big tits that swung so beautifully free but five minutes earlier. Bending at the waist to pull on her slacks, she gives him a nice view of her round ass. She pulls her pants up slowly, tucks in her shirt, zips the fly and buckles her belt. Randy can't believe that he is getting hard again watching a woman get dressed! Ellie, finally ready for work, heads toward the door to lead their way out. Randy moves aside; and, as she passes, she pats his bulge, apprehends the real McCoy and gives his sack a jostle. "Definitely real." she jibes, "and that's different: I can't ever remember making a man hard putting my clothes on!" "Well, I guess I'm different," he replies smiling. Ellie smiles back, but thinks to herself, "I hope so, but we'll see. My last man started out fine and turned out to be a real self-centered son-of-a-bitch." They leave the apartment and Randy walks Ellie to her car, where they kiss tenderly and passionately one final time. "I had a wonderful time, Ellie," he assures her, " I'll pick you up at 7 PM next Saturday." "Thank you, Randy, I'm really looking forward to it."