Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age and fictional. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: A retiree offers to help former student relieve her sexual frustrations for a weekend.
September, 2015 - River House
Averie awoke in his bed and found she was alone.
She rolled over and placed her hand onto the space beside her, but it was empty. Randy was not there. Turning back to look at the clock, she saw that it was approaching nine and she sat up and stretched her sore body. Her jaws were sore, as were her nipples, cunt, and asshole; each sending her brain signals to remind her of their use from the previous night. At 26 years of age, Averie had never been sore after sex before, ever.
She sat up and took in the master bedroom that was done in rich, dark wood paneling. The bed was a King-size, lamps on tables to each side. To her right was a rectangular shaped atrium, glass ceiling and half glass/half stone and wood walls, that looked out onto a forested area with the river on its left. Beyond the foot of the bed, and facing the atrium, were a matching set of low-backed chairs with a short table between them; where two people could sit and have a conversation while watching nature.
She swung her bare feet to the floor, stood, and stretched her naked body again. She did not remember coming here last night. She did not remember anything about sleeping beside Randy. Her last memory was the massive orgasms she had when he fucked her pussy and mouth with that cock of his.
Turning away from the atrium and walking toward the center of the room she looked at two doorways, one on her right and the other in front of her. The one on the right was a double doorway that angled along the far wall from the bed and she surmised it led toward the living room and the rest of the house.
She turned toward the other door, but as she did, she realized that to her left and leading behind the wall the bed was located at was a short hallway that led further.
She took the short hallway and on her left was the master bath.
Turning into it on her left was a large shower of Italian marbled tile with dual shower heads and seats on each end. She noted that there was no enema nozzle here. On her right was an enclosed private toilet and beyond that the towel closet. Even further into the room was a huge jacuzzi bathtub on a raised tiled platform and, like the breakfast nook, it was set in a half-hexagon with huge, tinted windows on all three sides.
She was tempted to take a bubble bath, but figured there was no bottle of such to be found and contented herself with using the toilet and then taking a shower. She massaged her sore nipples in the hot jets of water and then ran her fingers to her pussy and ass as she placed one foot up on one of the shower seats.
Soaping up, she, without thinking about it, worked the first two fingers of her left hand into her asshole and the first two of her right hand into her cunt and for the next ten minutes she double penetrated herself for the first time in her life. In her mind she wondered if she had become a pervert over the last two days, but the thought slipped away as she felt the rise of want in her loins and she continued until she brought on her first self-climax. She let the water wash over her in powerful torrents as she came down from her high and then turned off the faucet.
As she was drying off it occurred to her that today was the day that Randy would take her ass. Goosebumps raised on her arms and legs as she wondered how his cock was going to fit inside her. She had struggled with it down her throat and it had barely fit her pussy last night and that was after some effort. She then remembered that he had said he would only do it if she begged for it.
'Well, that's easy, I just won't beg. Problem solved. I'll just get him to fuck me again,' and she pressed a hand down her abdomen to her mons and pushed the thought of anal out of her mind.
Once finished she wrapped a large towel around her body and putting her hair into a ponytail with a large rubber band from a reed-woven bowl on the counter; wrapped another as a turban around her head.
She retraced her route out of the bathroom and opened a door on her left that ended the short hallway. It opened to reveal a large walk-in closet on the right and the washer/dryer area on the left; the towels that they had been using all weekend accumulated in a pile before them. Closing the door, she returned to the first door that she had been drawn to and found Randy's office space.
It was looked like any home office would look - television, computer on a desk, phone, padded leather chair, wall and filing cabinets. But it did have a large bay window that looked out onto the entrance of the house and a mini refrigerator and bar in the corner.
She left by the door on the opposite side of the office and found herself in the entryway, that huge, thick front door on her left and the angled staircase to the second level on her right. Continuing straight ahead, she passed both and entered the dining room, where it had all begun on Friday night.
She stopped and stared at the closet door on the far side and remembered being strapped to it as Randy had first made her cum and she involuntarily shivered.
"Well, the dead has awakened. I hope you slept well," she heard him call from the kitchen and snapped from her remembrance. She padded forward on bare feet to the waist-high, U-shaped counter that surrounded the kitchen island and stood before him in her nakedness.
She noticed her clothes, washed, and folded, laying on the counter with her cleaned flip-flops sitting beside them. They were like a town crier, calling that all good things must come to an end.
"To be honest, I don't know. I didn't wake up at all during the night. The last thing I remember is your cock covering me with your cum."
Randy turned to look at her over his shoulder from the sink, "Yes. I did, didn't I." He paused for a moment, turned completely to her and then ventured on, "Would you like something to eat?
"I remember cumming really, really hard on your cock too. Harder than I ever thought was possible," she said, lost in the memory, and her hand disappeared below the counter to her snatch.
He cocked his head and smiled, "Yes. You did, didn't you."
They were not questions; they were statements of fact and she knew in that instant that she needed to feel that again, at least one more time. It was in that instant that she made the decision, she would have to let him have her ass too.
Resigned to the demands of her body, she blew all doubt out of her in a large breath from mouth and nose that made her lips flap.
"Yeah, I did."
