Author's note: Just a little information and insight. I have the entire series outlined with all the characters and the main strand of the series along with all the little subplots. Typically, I work on the next two or three stories at the same time to maintain continuity between stories. Each individual story is already outlined with the main idea(s), I just have to write the dialogue and detail the sex and non-sex scenes in each. I try to paint a picture with the details, sometimes I succeed, sometimes not, sometimes I probably go overboard. I try to write dialogue like people talk. (Yes, I have the conversations in my head, several times.) I see and hear things in everyday life that I take note of. Some things even come to me in my sleep. I have notepads everywhere with little bits scribbled on them. Then I decide if the bits are usable and with which character they would fit best. Sometimes I sit down to write and get a few lines into it and realize that the mood just isn't there and I close everything up and try again later. I'm not going to force a story just to churn something out. The mood must be right. With each story, I write it, edit it, review it, polish it. I read a story over and over until I find no errors, then I submit it. Still, errors slip through and for that I apologize. In real life I am a perfectionist, and it bothers the hell out of me when I let errors slip through. In any event, that's how I do things and what I have planned. I could always change my mind, and of course real life sometimes intrudes, but for the moment there are 101 stories in the series with 38 different women, so we are roughly a fifth of the way into this saga. This particular story is really long, maybe the longest that I will do, but it encompasses an entire week with two young women. I had originally intended to post it as one, but it got so long I split it into two parts.
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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. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Ellie returns for Spring Break
April, 2018 - OBX House
Liz had left his house a month and a half ago and Randy had not heard from her since, not that he was surprised by that. He hadn't heard from Halley either and that did surprise him a little. He was contemplating both women in the middle of March over a cup of coffee when his phone dinged with a text. He glanced at it and was elated to see that Ellie had finally made her move.
Ten months ago, he had run into an old lover on the Outer Banks and she was accompanied by her two college-aged daughters. The woman and he had been an item for about 8 months twenty-six years ago. Now divorced, Hannah had made a play for a quickie and Randy had agreed on the condition that he also got to fuck her daughters. She wanted the dick bad, so he'd had a busy three days.
The youngest daughter, Ellie, was now 21 and built for sex. When she had left his house last year, she had requested his cell number and now there was a long text on his phone. He smiled as he slid it open.
Ellie told him how much she missed him, how much she thought about his cock, and how much she wanted to see him, and his cock, again. It was a cross between schoolgirlish infatuation and erotic pornography, and he scrolled through it at a speed that allowed him to digest it without lingering. The sum of it was that she wanted to spend her spring break with him, the week after Easter, and her older sister would also be coming later in the week. That last bit surprised him because the older sister, Mina, had not taken to his cock at all and he never imagined that he would see her again.
He texted back that her message was a welcome surprise and that he would love to host them both for that week. His dick twitched when he put down the phone. Seconds later it dinged again and Ellie had simply said, 'See you Easter Sunday!'
He had begun thinking about how he wanted to steer the week once both sisters were there and ordered some items to use. Once they had been delivered, he closed up his home on the river and traveled to his second house on the northern OBX the last Friday of March, Good Friday, and prepared it for the visit of two blondes, one a college junior and the other a recent graduate.
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Good Friday
Driving up, Randy mused about his first encounter with each of the two sisters. Mina had arrived at his door, a thin, tanned blonde brimming with confidence. She was a delectable 32B-26-32, with blonde hair just past her shoulders and a mischievous smile. She shared the small dimple in the middle of her chin with her mother and sister. Her face was thin like her body, a body that couldn't take his ten inches.
She had tried, valiantly.
She had wanted to, desperately.
But physically, it wasn't in the cards. When Mina went back to mama at the end of their time together, she had left her confidence and pluck at his beach home, which was why he was surprised that she was coming back.
His mind then turned to Ellie, the younger daughter. She had a thick blonde mane that came to the middle of her back and was 34DD-24-34. Shy with no idea what she was capable of sexually, she had seemed introverted at the outset, but it was just the result of middle child syndrome as she shared a younger brother with her sister.
Once they had begun, the inner slut in Ellie had emerged and Randy knew she would come back someday. It was a gut feeling he had gotten the moment he had locked eyes with her in the restaurant where he had run into the trio. It was cemented when she had asked for his cell number as she was preparing to leave.
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Sunday
Randy had busied himself buying groceries and preparing the house for visitors on Friday and Saturday, airing the house out from any staleness that had accumulated during the winter. He also had put together a new bondage device that he had ordered and upon completion had decided that he would give Mina the maiden run on it.
Mid-afternoon on Sunday, Ellie arrived. She was a bundle of nervous energy when she pranced through the door in a brown mid-thigh skirt and fiery orange shirt with a deep V-neck that showed lots of cleavage. She had lots to show and wore the black 'Fuck Me' choker he given her at the end of their prior visit. She had a dark tan and her white teeth and sapphire blue eyes greeted him with exuberance as he ushered her inside with her two roller bags. He was reminded how short she was as he looked at the 5' 2" package before him that exuded sex.
The entire drive Ellie had been thinking about nothing but what was in store for the week and the adrenaline had built over the miles. She was sitting on go when she arrived, primed for action. But Randy was going to make her wait for it.
She asked as she entered, "What are you smiling so big for?"
"I'm happy to see you and that you came back to visit."
"Me too," and her smile in return was infectious.
"Here, put your bags in here," and he directed her to the nearest guest room just to the left of the front door. Ellie gave him a questioning look and he explained, "Until we determine the dynamics of the week, with both you and your sister here at the same time, I think it's best to start out in separate rooms."
"But I can sleep with you until she gets here, right?"
"Sleep with me?"
"I can fuck you and not have to come back to this room," she clarified, knowing that he was toying with her.
"Of course you can, Ellie."
Without questioning him further, she placed her bags on the queen-sized bed and they headed to the kitchen. Randy followed her, admiring the way her ass curved out and gave an arch to her lower back. Way back in the day, the boys he went to school with would call her a swayback, although he had not thought of that term in decades.
They settled in at the U-shaped kitchen island and he asked her about school and what else she had been up to in the ten months since they had last seen each other. Her hands settled upon his thighs as she spoke. It was mostly school stuff that she quickly ticked off as she slowly rubbed his leg, as if she had something else that she wanted to get to. It was the elephant in the room until she broached the subject.
