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: Halley summoned home for rendezvous
May, 2019 -- River House
It had been three weeks since the night Randy had introduced Gabbie to big black cock, along with spitroasting and double penetration.
In the interim he had been doing maintenance around the River House, though Gab interrupted him one Saturday for some maintenance of her own.
There was a section of the perimeter fence a hundred yards east of the gate where vines had started climbing the fence and Randy had been working in cargo shorts with his shirt off while clearing them. He was hot, sweat running like a river, when she called and he told her to come on over.
"Ten minutes out," Gabbie replied and hung up before he could respond.
He was still sweaty when she skidded to a stop as he sat on the front stoop waiting for her.
Randy knew as soon as Gab got out of the car that she was horny as hell, just by the way she walked up to him. Without slowing down, she wiped his chest with her forefinger and licked it, smiling at him before continuing to the front door. Randy just shook his head and laughed softly, allowing her to enter before he rose and followed her inside.
She was already naked, her clothes strewn in the foyer and her eyes wild as she crooked her finger and beckoned him to her.
His face impassive, he walked slowly to a spot just before her and watched as she went to her knees and began to untie his shoelaces and remove his work boots and thick socks. The cargo shorts and boxers followed, Randy dutifully raising the proper foot when appropriate, but not commenting.
She looked fresh as a daisy; nice tan, not worn or used up. But she was heated up and the whore inside was eager to be let out. Anya flashed briefly through Randy's mind, only to disappear when Gabbie spoke.
"Lay down and let me fuck myself," she told him.
"On the floor?" Randy asked.
"Floor, bed, stairs, I don't give a fuck, I just need your dick in me," she replied.
Randy reached down and grabbed her roughly by the hair at the back of her head, his other hand tightening around her throat as he pulled her to her feet.
"How bad do you want it?"
Gabbie was unable to answer, her face turning redder as her eyes pleaded with him, making his cock stiffer by the second. Finally, he let her go and she slouched, hands on both knees as she filled her lungs with fresh air.
Thirty seconds passed.
"You know ... choking me ... only makes me ... hotter," she said in segments, between deep breaths.
Randy did not answer and when she finally looked his way, he was flat on his back on the floor of the foyer, his cock rigid and pointing up at a 65-degree angle, waiting for her.
The nineteen-year-old blonde went to the object of her utmost desire, crouched over her grand, step-uncle on the balls of her feet. She relished the calm before the storm that was about to arrive as she descended slowly, once again into her happy place with a smirk on her face.
"What?" Randy inquired quietly once she had all of him inside her.
Warming up her pussy on his cock she told him, "I just thought of that saying, what is it? Ride or die?"
Randy smiled, "You're a loyal little whore, aren't you?"
Gab began to ride in earnest as she declared, "'til death do us part."
She leaned back then, her hands on the floor between his legs as she gave Randy a full view of her pussy being stretched by his dick. As she went faster and harder, her head lolled back and she cried out, "Oh god, it's so damned good!"
"Come here!" Randy growled in a very loud voice, breaking her stride as she looked at him. Her eyes were wide with want and he crooked his own finger and called her closer.
Gabbie rotated her torso down to him, her hips now grinding on the love rocket planted fully inside her womb, the fat head rapping on her cervix and driving her mad.
As she put both hands on the floor on either side of Randy's shoulders, he suddenly clamped her neck with both hands, one at the back and the other at the front. Gabbie fell completely silent but continued to grind even as Randy used his legs to thrust up into her.
Finally, a choked cry escaped her lips. It revealed the rip in the space/time continuum that was occurring as her orgasm arrived; her hands coming up to pound helplessly on his chest as she shivered uncontrollably. The crest was announced as her lips flapped, saliva flying while her eyes rolled back in her head.
It was all too much for Randy and he unloaded as deep inside the teen as possible, his hips twitching up with each shot as he held her still by her throat.
*
"When is my latex outfit coming in?" she asked him afterwards.
"Soon," Randy told her, making a mental note to himself to call and check with the manufacturer out in Arizona.
Gabbie inspected the outline of his body's perspiration on the wooden floor and commented, "I told you that choking me only makes me hotter ... makes me cum harder too." She smiled as she pulled her top over her head.
"You wanted it rougher, remember? You good now?" Randy asked. "I mean, can I to go back to work?"
"Yeah, yeah. You loved it as much as I did," she shot back.
"This is true. You are an exceptional little whore, Gabbie. But the question remains. Are you good now?"
She winked at him and headed for the door, "I am." Then she turned and blew him a kiss, "At least until I need you again." She paused for a second in thought and Randy patiently let her flesh it out.
Finally, she looked up at his eyes again, that impish smile revealing.
"You know, sometimes things become a blur when I am engaged ... when I'm fuckin' you. All I want, all that matters, is that moment when it all comes together."
Gab winked at him again and then she was gone.
***
In those three weeks, other than the sweaty quickie with Gab, there had been one or two instances in the grocery store when Randy had contemplated, but not acted upon, making a play for some strange that struck his fancy. But that had been dulled the last Thursday of April.
He had been in the pharmacy area, squatted down while he looked for something on the bottom row of shelves when his eyes were diverted by a pair of six-inch heels. They were attached to what could best be described as 80's rocker shoes, those platform things that looked impossible to wear.
As his eyes rose slowly in wonder, he found a woman about his age who was also perusing the shelves and completely unaware that he was taking her in. She wore a fringed shawl, but Randy could tell that she was thin, with granny glasses and graying hair. There was nothing remotely remarkable about her, nor anything revolting, but Randy felt a pang of disappointment and almost immediately wondered why he was disappointed as he made his way to the checkout lane.
'Is that what I'm headed for, holding onto glory days?' he thought to himself as he made himself busy looking at the magazines near the register.
