A Randy Retirement Pt. 35: Gabbie

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: Gabbie is in love with big cock

April 2019 -- River House

The pounding Gabbie had taken in March on the day Ellie left had been the last time she'd been to see Randy in a while. A week went by and she had not shown up or texted. Then two weeks grew to three.

Just like Ellie, Gab had asked as she left that Sunday if his cock was bigger, saying that she felt more sore than normal.

Randy thought maybe he had just been too rough with her, as he had bound her face down on a bondage horse with her butt hanging off and a six-inch penis gag secured tightly in her throat and then plowed both pussy and ass until she had cum seven times.

Removing the gag, he then throated her while she was still bound and Gabbie came so hard that, when he finally pulled out, semen shot from her nose like snot as she coughed up his load.

With just over a month until her 19th birthday, and a little longer until high school graduation, she had finally texted him the second week of April, apologizing and explaining that she had gotten a part-time job at a restaurant.

Randy thought of Jason, her father, and wondered what he did with all the money he was making. His job paid good money, so much so that his second wife didn't work.

Gab followed up with a text that was easily 100 times longer than any she had ever sent. She told him about the restaurant, which served both Italian and Greek food. She worked behind the counter, ringing up patrons' bills and handling the take-out orders and that was why the Friday visits had ceased and life had turned boring for her. She finished up by telling Randy that she kept hoping to find a way to see him, but that the weeks had slipped away by the time she had figured out that she couldn't make it happen until she'd been there a while.

Randy bored himself, having been idle in the fucking department since that Sunday with both Ellie and then Gabbie. He tried not to consider it a dry spell, but rather a respite from the intensity of Halley, Ellie, and Gabbie since Christmas.

He missed each of them, and he was horny, which led him to stop at the place Gab worked late afternoon on a Thursday to pick-up a spaghetti special -- spaghetti with meat sauce, bread, and a salad. Gab couldn't help but smile when she saw him come in the doorway, but they played the roles of employee and customer perfectly.

Randy paid cash and stepped back from the counter to await his food. When she called his name and handed the brown paper grocery bag over to him, he swiped his forefinger across hers and sent a jolt of electricity through Gabbie's body. Smiling seductively without speaking, he turned to leave, but called out a loud "Thank you!" as he went out, the little bell on the door ringing.

Gabbie whispered to herself as she watched the door swing back shut, "No, thank you."

"Who was that?" one of her co-workers leered.

Without taking her eyes off the swinging door, Gab answered, "Oh, just my uncle."

"You've got a hot uncle," came the reply.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Gabbie said absently, her mind seeing the ten-inch cock Randy carried in his trousers.

She knew he had shown up just to remind her that she was a whore who was missing out, but she really didn't care because he was correct. Gabbie made up her mind to do something about it, going to the manager at the end of her shift and telling him that something important had come up and she needed to get off the next day at six.

The manager agreed after Gabbie had told him that she'd work an extra shift on the weekend.

The next night at six she texted, 'i hope no one else is there cause i'm on the way'.

Randy shot her a text back and asked if there was a problem.

'only problem is i miss ur dick'

Randy replied with two words, 'Gate's open' and thought aloud, "Her texting grammar is still as bad as Halley's."

He saw her job as necessary, but a hindrance Still he wasn't to the point of paying her to be his fucktoy so she wouldn't have to work. At that point he realized he was going to have to seek out some strays or there were going to be more months like the last one.

As those thoughts were running roughshod through his mind, Randy found himself standing in the dining room, looking out the large window at his driveway. He laughed and mumbled something about being a "school boy," but stayed put, waiting on her car to appear.

When it came flying down the pavement, Randy came close to the glass and watched as the 18-year-old parked in a rush and ran to his front door. She wore Khaki shorts with a loose, sage green crop top and ankle boots; her young 32D-26-36 body all in motion as she hurried. Randy watched every shift of the nubile's curves as she approached and realized that she was hornier than the sun was bright.

'This bodes well,' he thought to himself.

As soon as she got in the door, Gabbie attacked him with lips, tongue, and hands and backed him to the stairs. No words were spoken as he put her on all fours a fourth of the way up the main staircase, the only light coming from the sconces that ran upward to the second floor.

On her hands and knees, the loose cropped top was hanging open at her midriff as Randy pulled her shorts and thong to her knees and put his cock in her asshole after lubing it up with his spit.

Gabbie still did not speak, only grunted in need as he plowed her ass. When he reached forward and pinched both her nipples and pulled them toward her head, her tone changed and she breathed out a climax as if she were struggling for breath.

Without seeing them, Randy thought by feel that her nipples may have gotten larger. He knew her tits were still getting bigger and fully undressed her while she was descending from her orgasm there on the steps, then sat down beside her. On her thong he saw the words "Gape Me" printed on the back and laughed softly.

"Working on it baby girl," he said absently, sniffing the scent of her from the tiny garment. They were the first words spoken by either of them since she had arrived.

Gabbie smiled at him as he breathed in her aroma, then put herself between his legs with her back to him and they talked as he continually twirled her nipples between his fingers and softly nibbled on her ear lobe.

"At this time last year, if you had told me I would be here doing the things I do with you I would have freaked out," she told him.

"And now?"

"Now I can't imagine life without you."

"Don't be falling in love baby girl," Randy warned as he paused his manipulation of her body.

She turned her torso so that she could look at him, and then proceeded to surprise him.

"Who's talking about love?" and when he gave no response she continued, "I care about you certainly. You've introduced me to things I never knew existed. But don't mistake my passion for love."

"Okay," he replied stoically.

Gabbie felt that she needed to explain further, "But I am in love with your cock and how you use me. I guess you are an object to get me off, nothing more, nothing less, but it's an object I can't seem to get enough of. If your cock and your way of sex belonged to someone else, I'd be over on their staircase right now instead of here."

There was a still silence.

"Does that bother you?" she asked.

Randy slowly shook his head from side to side, "Nope, not in the least. Keeps things in perspective without emotional entanglements. I was just waiting to see if you had finished."

"Good, and I'm all done," and she kissed him on the cheek, "now fuck me again."

"You insatiable little whore."

"What does insatiable mean?" she asked.

"Means you can't get enough and are impossible to satisfy."

"Oh, well, that's wrong then. I get satisfied," and she grabbed his rigid prick and rose, putting her feet on either side of him on the stairs. "The problem is that as soon as I get satisfied, I wanna do it again." And with that she sunk her pussy onto his cock.

"Oh god that's good," she moaned as a shiver came and then she stilled to gather herself before the onslaught began.

Randy watched her back as it moved up and down inches from his face, slowly gathering pace. The outlines of her spine were barely visible, and he could see the muscles of her back as she worked herself into a gathering frenzy. His hands were riding lightly on her hip bones, but Gab was supporting herself with her hands behind her on the stairs and he moved his own to her breasts and reconvened the tweaking of her nipples.

He kissed her on the back and was surprised when she spoke, albeit with bated breath.

"I'm not a nympho either."

"You're not?" he asked, his soft kisses continuing.

"No. A nympho would fuck anything that moves. I ain't fucking no little dicks, it's a waste of my time," and with that she began to slam herself on his cock.

Randy had heard the sound before. It sounded like something from a factory assembly line that clanked nonstop, the same loudness, the same timing, the same strength. The only difference was the sound itself. Instead of the 'clank' of machinery, it was the 'fap' of Gab's body contacting his. It was as if she were a machine ... a fucking machine.

When she made herself cum, she did what she always did when riding him, she took all of him inside and ground herself fiercely on his manhood, trying to get every inch of it deep, as her body gave itself away to the tide of pleasure that surmounted her.

The grinding triggered Randy, his balls twitching, and Gabbie let herself slide off and down a step or two so that her head would be even with his dick. Randy grabbed his cock as it began to spurt and she took it from him and throated herself in an instant, her nostrils flared and her cobalt blue eyes wide as she stared at him, each swallow of her throat squeezing more cum from his dick. Her entire body moved as she imbibed his spunk, but her lips stayed sealed around the wide shaft of his cock.

"That's my little freak. That's why you're special," he complimented her as she took more of him. It only encouraged her to throat him harder until she got a second cumshot. When it came, Gabbie relented and held his cockhead just inside her open mouth, sticking out her tongue and letting his seed overflow onto her chin and chest as she rubbed it all over with her free hand.

When Randy groaned the last of his eruption, she began to stroke his dick with both hands, cum running down her grinning face as she told him, "I can't spend the night, but I can fuck this big cock that I adore 'til about one because I begged for a new curfew. I don't know why I didn't think of doing that sooner."

Then Gab kissed his cock lovingly, caressed it to her face and kissed it again; all while looking into Randy's eyes. It was in that very instant that Randy saw by her look that Gabbie had been truthful earlier, she was literally in love with his cock. It wasn't just some throwaway line.

"Well then, we have a few hours, l guess I need to see how many orgasms I can wring out of you before one, don't I?"

She put the tip of a forefinger in one of her dimples and played the sweet young lady with the Southern accent, "Yah-esss."

He pulled her upright and immediately headed to the playroom, but on the way through the kitchen as they headed for the spiral staircase, Gab hollered, "STOP!"

Randy did, flabbergasted and wondered what the hell was happening.

"Do you have a tape measure?"

"Yes," he replied, knowing instantly where this was going.

"Where is it?"

"In the drawer over by the bar."

She padded on bare feet and retrieved it, unwinding the seamstress's tape as she returned and announced as she arrived, "We're gonna find out, hold still."

Gabbie ran the tape from his pelvis to the tip of his cock and announced, "A little over ten and a half."

"See, that's an eighth of an inch from the last time someone measured me" Randy replied, "so nothing's bigger."

"Uh-huh," she groused as she began to measure the diameter of his shaft about an inch from the base.

She wore a smile of triumph when her eyes came up to meet his.

"Two and three-quarters inches and it's not completely hard. I told you your cock was bigger!"

"Lemme see," Randy demanded, snatching the tape from her, and measuring himself. He had no idea the monster had grown. "Well, I'll be damned."

"I betcha when it's rock hard it's at least three," she told him, her voice cocky.

"Oh really?"

Gab nodded effusively; her eyes locked on the object of her continuous desire.

"Well let's find out," and he scooped her up as she whooped laughingly, carrying her and the tape to the playroom.

Pointing to the floor as soon as he put her down, Randy threw the yellow tape measure to the side and bellowed, "Knees!"

Gabbie obeyed, her face still covered with the remnants of the stairway, and began sucking him off again. She had her knees together as she rotated both her hands around his shaft and sucked.

She backed off and drew in air loudly, strings of saliva maintaining contact between the corners of her mouth and the head of his cock while her hands kept stroking.

"Mmmm, so yummy," she told him, those big cobalt eyes again looking up at him. With that she removed her hands and went down on him to the root, sucking hard. When she backed off again her hands automatically went back to work and she announced, "Ahh, I love that."

The hands then went to rest on top of her thighs and she took his entire ten inches again. Randy moved slightly toward her, making her head tilt back a little more. After allowing her a few minutes to suck, he moved toward her again, his feet even with her hips.

Gabbie's head was bent back, his cock filling her throat. Randy waited a minute, enjoying the feel of her not being able to get away and then he moved toward her again, his feet now past her ass.

Her head was now bent back at an impossible angle, her throat fully engulfed with his ten and a half inches, and he held station until she started to pound on his thighs with her fists. When finally he relented, her mouth and eyes were wide with a mix of various liquids all trailing from her chin as she gasped for air. The minimal dark eyeshadow and mascara she had put on that morning had run and she had raccoon eyes, the makeup still wet.

While she was still oxygen starved and attempting to recover, he seated her on the steel straight-back chair that he had modified. The seat had been removed, leaving only the steel frame for her to sit on, her bare ass hanging through it. On each side where the backrest connected to the seat, he'd had a piece of rebar wielded to create a slot. Taking a 5" wide, double-tanged weightlifting belt, Randy ran it through the slot on the left, across Gab's pelvis, and then through the slot on the right, buckling it tightly behind the backrest and planting her firmly in place.

Randy tied her wrists together and then pulled them up and behind her head, her upper arms framing her face as her bent elbows pointed skyward. He secured her wrists to the back of the chair between her shoulder blades and Gabbie blubbered softly, "I got a feeling about this."

"Why's that?" he asked as he cupped her chin.

"I dunno, just a feeling. It's already kinda hot," she replied, testing how tight her arms were tied.

He pulled her ankles between the front and rear legs on each side of the chair and tied them loosely to the back of the seat underneath, so that Gab's legs looked like a bullfrog's, heel to ass with her thighs splayed wide. There was maybe three inches of play in the cords that held her feet aloft.

"Time to warm you up," he announced and stooped in front of her, his fingers finding their way between her legs. Gab drew in air between her teeth as he started playing with her pussy lips, massaging them roughly.

"Why'd it take you so long to figure out how to come see me?" he asked her.

With some difficulty, she answered, 'I ah ... I didn't want to ask for time off being new. I ah ... I didn't think that would go over, ah shittt!! Go over too well."

"Smart girl," Randy conceded as he slowly worked her over, thumbing her clit. He watched as her eyes shut tightly as she contorted her mouth. By then his fingers were digging deep inside, moistened by her wetness.

Gab's face was growing redder, and he could tell she was struggling to keep herself from crying out.

"I own you, don't I?" he asked her.

Softly she uttered, "Ohh."

Randy redoubled his effort, concentrating on her aching clit, as he continued with the same theme, "You're mine, aren't you baby girl?"

Gab's mouth was working overtime, her lips twisting and trapping themselves with her teeth.

"I own you, don't I Gabbie?"

The little blonde barely nodded her head, her eyes still shut tight.

"Say it ... say I own you."

She was close to tipping over the edge by then and he slowed his fingers.

"I can make you cum any time I want. Your body is mine to do with as I wish, isn't it?"

Again she nodded, a little more vigorously.

"I'm waiting."

Gab's eyes opened wide and stared straight into his as she clearly and convincingly stated without equivocation, "You own me."

Randy smiled and his fingers went back to work with no mercy making Gab immediately orgasm, her hips trying to grind to no avail as she wailed, "You own me! You own me! You own meeeeeee!" the emphasis on the word 'own' in each utterance more intense and frantic than the last.

Removing his hand, Randy wiped it off on her face as she continued to tremble in pleasure and pant. Before Gab knew what was happening, he held a big black ball gag in front of her and forced it into her mouth. The ball was big enough that Gab struggled to take it in and once it was strapped in place behind her teeth, her lips were sealed tightly around it with no leeway. It was a harness gag with a chinstrap to keep it firmly in place.

Randy stood back and stared. It dawned on him for the first time that her lower lip was plumper than the upper and he knew instantly he would spend time staring at that difference while he fucked her in the future.

The final pièce de résistance was a high frequency massage gun like chiropractors use. Randy figured it would work like a Hitachi on steroids. He had mounted it on an adjustable steel frame pointing upwards and as he placed it in position underneath her, he put the ball of the gun hard against her sex so that even if she were able to lift her body up, it would still make contact. The thing of it was, she would never be able to lift her body up.

"There!" Randy proclaimed as he straightened. "Squirm all you want baby girl, that's not moving off your pussy," and with that he hit the ignition switch and the countdown to takeoff began.

Gabbie squealed through the big ball filling her mouth and then sucked in air through her nose like a racehorse. Her upper body twisted as she attempted to look down and her thighs flexed.

Randy focused on her chest, the vibration from the gun below easily seen in her tits.

Her nipples were larger he decided. They were fatter, harder, more pointed. He felt his cock yearn as he watched her young face struggle with the onrushing explosion. The effect on her nipples made them stand out even more and he wanted to suckle them, but denied himself as he watched her cum the first time.