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 visits the River House for a weekend
March 2019 -- River House
Every Friday afternoon in January and February Gabbie had come to Randy's River House when she got out of school. Each of those days, without fail, he fucked her silly until she had to leave to be home by midnight. She took his cock willingly and never tired of it as Randy plundered every hole and always made her swallow his loads, which she did like a ravenous whore.
'Ravenous whore' was the exact phrase on his mind as he sat on the living room couch and watched her curly head bob on his cock while on her knees between his legs, the hair browner than blonde which intrigued him. Her appetite for sex was voracious and she had come to love being suspended.
He thought back to the look of her body just 45 minutes ago as it had spasmed in orgasm while he fingerbanged her. Suspension had become a staple of their encounters over the last two months, as well as a steady diet of his semen. She took it all with gusto, as if each visit was a new experience for her. The eighteen-year-old was simply insatiable.
When she had arrived on that day in March, Randy had attempted to engage her in conversation until she finally grabbed his crotch and proclaimed, "What's the deal, we both know what I'm here for."
With that image, Randy groaned and came in her mouth, holding her head on his cock as his hips twitched three times. She continued to sit between his legs afterwards as he told her she needed to get dressed because he had someone else coming. Gab pouted because she was not getting to stay until midnight and for good measure he ordered her not to show up unannounced that weekend, promising that he would make it worth her while later.
"How about making a down payment on that right now?" she smiled slyly at him.
His cock still ready for action, he decided it would be a shame to waste it, "Crawl up here and put my cock in your ass, baby girl."
She rose and turned around, backing up to him and putting both feet on the couch outside his hips before centering the head of his cock on her puckered asshole and sinking in one fell swoop.
Gab lingered on his cock as she worked her ass up and down, slowly enjoying every ridge and vein as she leaned back and supported herself with her hands on his chest. She loved this position and Randy let her do all the work, his hands resting on her hips and riding there with no input whatsoever.
"Mmm ... mmm ... mmm ... mmm," she hummed, in time with her slow and steady pace. She kept his cock deep inside, her strokes only about three inches.
"Oh yessss," she moaned and she brought one hand came up to pinch a nipple and pull hard on it.
Then a tortured "Ahh!" escaped her lips, as if a gateway had been passed, the strokes growing longer and faster. Randy knew she was getting close as Gabbie's movement became more frenetic, and he could now see space between her ass cheeks and his pelvis as she moved up and down.
He let her fuck herself to orgasm, the last stroke coming with Gab straining to rise as high as she could, his cock almost completely out before she slammed herself back down and came, grinding on his lap as her body shuddered violently. He wrapped her chest in his arms and pulled her back into him, holding her tight as she cried out, "Damn your cock is something else!"
*
Randy drew on a cigarette and watched her get ready.
"Have you dyed your hair?"
She smirked at him, "No, this is my natural color, sort of a brownish blonde, and then in the spring and summer when I'm out in the sun it turns yellow blonde. You never noticed before?"
"I guess I have, it just never struck me before. Lately I've been paying a lot more attention to your subtilties," and he winked at her.
"Well, until the last few months we've never really been around each other that much for you to notice. We used to see each other, what? Three or four times a year?"
"True. I never noticed you were a whore before the last few months either."
"That's okay, I didn't either, not until I found out you were a dirty, old man," and it was her turn to wink.
As Gab finished dressing, she asked, "Why can't I stay and meet whoever you've got coming over. We could have a threesome."
When Randy looked at her, astonished, the diminutive blonde with the big ass and tits was smiling, the dimples in each cheek tempting. He admitted to himself that he had thought of it, but was still processing how to pull it off.
"Are you interested in that kind of thing?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "I never really been with another girl. Maybe. I mean, when Halley brought me over that first time she Frenched me, but that's the extent of it. Why can't I find out if I like it with whoever you have coming over?"
He answered honestly, "Because I want her all to myself for now."
Gabbie accepted that without reservation.
"Okay, but you've got to promise me that you'll turn it up a notch and give it to me rougher from now on."
"That's what you want?" he asked, not really surprised.
"That's what I need Randy. The first time we were together you said something about finding the limit and going past it ... or something to that effect, and you have, but I've got new limits to go past now."
"Then you shall have it," he acceded.
Randy then reiterated that she was not to "just show up," and Gab mockingly crossed her heart.
"Guess it will give me time to go look for a job," she said absently.
"You need a job?" Randy questioned.
"Yeah, I figure it's time for me to start making some money to put away for the fall when I start college."
Randy pulled two $100 bills from his dresser drawer and handed them over, telling her, "One's for gas, the other is your emergency stash."
"What's an emergency stash?" Gabbie queried.
"You fold it up like this," Randy took one of the bills back and folded it in half until it was a one-inch by three-inch rectangle. "Like that. Now you hide it in your wallet and only pull it out when you have an emergency and need to pay for something. Don't touch it otherwise and do not use it to buy clothes ... or food ... or anything you could do without."
"Yes sir," she mock-saluted and pulled out her wallet, putting the folded bill behind her license and the other with the rest of her cash.
"Good girl," Randy complimented, "and good luck with the job search."
"I don't get a present?" she asked.
"I think the $200 will suffice for today."
Gabbie shrugged, "If you say so, just don't make a habit of it," and she kissed him on the cheek and skipped out the door.
*
