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: Teen blonde visits step-uncle before going away to college for rough sex and bondage.
August, 2016 -- River House
Halley was going away to college at the end of August. The last time she and Randy were together they had both said the 'L-word' and Randy wondered how things would progress from there. (see previous Halley stories) He knew he wasn't in love, but to him there was a difference between 'in love' and 'loving' someone. He also had to acknowledge to himself that he had deep feelings for Halley.
For her part, Halley had doubts as well. She had spent the weeks since their last encounter wondering what was happening, what these feelings were and where they would lead. He had opened a new world for her, a world where she was in control and confident enough in herself to give control if the situation suited her. She no longer recognized the girl from four months ago, but she wondered what lay ahead as she left for college. Even her family had noticed and commented on her new-found self-confidence and she had decided to take some self-confident steps in regards to her older lover.
The second week of August, she could wait no longer and shot him a text, wanting to see him before she left. Randy texted back and told her to come that day, that he'd be in the library and to let herself in and come on up.
She arrived in a gray t-shirt for her university in Savannah and black spandex workout pants that highlighted her ass and made her way to the second floor. She found him seated amongst his books, reading by a single lamp and wearing rimless reading glasses.
"I didn't know you wore glasses,' she told him as she sat in the adjacent chair.
"I wear them when I read, or my eyes get very tired and they won't focus. It comes with age. Are you all set for heading south?" and he closed the book and set it on the table between them.
"Yah, I think so. Dad is taking me down next week," and she hesitated before placing the burner phone on top of his book.
Instantly a twinge of sadness overcame Randy as he looked at it, but he did not comment, nor react.
To him, the act of giving up the burner signaled that for Halley, this was the end. He found the sense of disappointment to be more than he had contemplated, but resigned himself to make the most of the rest of their time together on this day.
After a moment of silence between them he asked her, "So, have you had any other dalliances this summer?"
With a furrowed brow she questioned, "Dalliances?"
Randy smirked, "Fucking Halley. Have you fucked anybody else this summer?"
"Oh. No, only you," and she paused before asking, "Have you fucked anybody else this summer?"
Shaking his head in the negative, he confessed, "This summer, no. But it is inevitable that I will, whether we continue or not. Is that a problem?"
"No, not really. I was just curious. It's not like I ain't gonna be fucking at college."
"Yeah, just be selective. You didn't ask me that because you wanted a threesome, did you?"
"Um, no. I don't think I'm ready for anything with another female."
She had a pensive look on her face. Not a smile and not a frown, but a look of introspection. Then she managed a thin smile and said, "On a different note, I'm excited for college. But I'm going to miss you, a lot."
Randy reached and held up the burner phone with a questioning look on his face.
"Oh, I got my own cell phone plan, I have to pay it, so they don't get the bill anymore. I can text you whatever and whenever I want."
Randy smiled in relief and she realized that he had thought it was over, but she did not mention it. Instead she stood and held her hand out to him. Randy took it and allowed her to pull him from his seat.
"Unfortunately, we don't have much time, I have to be home for supper," and Halley began to lead him toward the playroom on their left while complaining about some family gathering that had popped up that required her attendance.
Randy wasn't listening. He had made grand plans for a full evening as a going-away present, but now he had to adjust and adapt on the fly; going straight to the finale he had put together for their last meeting before her departure.
He stopped her and took the lead; across the catwalk above the foyer that overlooked the living room and to an upstairs room in which Halley had never seen.
Entering the media room she made a quick survey of the layout. She realized the room was directly above his bedroom, master bath and the walk-in closet, and that it was huge. There was projection equipment at the back where they entered and several computer terminals. Along the right-side wall were cabinets, a microwave, refrigerator, and a sink. The floor was stepped down in three sections toward a large movie theater screen on the far wall. Each section held a curved couch that would easily hold six people. That however was not what drew Halley's immediate attention.
The room was dark except for some spot-lighting over a loveseat that had an adjustable back and was placed near the entrance. Randy had set the back so that the seat had the maximum amount of room and turned it so that it faced away from the huge projection screen at the front of the room.
He stopped and turned her to him, caressing her cheek and running his thumb along her lips, "When this all began you were nervous and somewhat afraid of sex. You didn't know anything about it or how to make it good. I've done my best to open a world of sexual pleasure for you. Just now you were about to lead me to the playroom. You now are a sexual creature, but you know how to control it. You are confidant and secure in your sexuality, confidant enough to even give control to another if you desire to do so."
Halley trembled in his hands, but did not speak.
"You're ready to be on your own, you know who you are, and you know how to be in control."
She started to speak, then stopped and pursed her lips before looking back to him and saying, "I was scared shitless when you busted in on Brandon and me. I pretty much thought my life was over. As it turned out, my life was just beginning. I," and she paused, not quite sure what else to say.
Randy waited her out, allowing her the room to express herself and after a long pause Halley grinned wide and touched his face.
"Tie me up and fuck me."
Taking the hem of her t-shirt, he began to undress her, and Halley reciprocated with his own clothes. It was slow and sensual as they took their time and relished every movement and touch.
When they were naked, Randy took their clothes to the counter that held the projection equipment and returned. He handed her a new set of Nipple cups that were twice as big as what was used before and Halley licked them and put them on while he secured a bondage collar around her neck. The collar had straps with cuffs down the back and he bound her hands in them. This placed her hands mid-way on her back. Halley tested her bonds and found that when she pulled down with her hands it tightened the collar against her throat and she could choke herself.
She went to her knees with some help from Randy and maneuvered her head to take his cock in her mouth. Working with a sense of urgency, she slurped and sucked to get him hard, pulling down on the collar and experimenting with the feeling of it. He just stood and let her go at it. Halley paid special attention to his wide cockhead but did not ignore his shaft as she spent several minutes all the way down on it with her nose buried in his bare pelvis.
When Randy could wait no longer, he backed to the loveseat and sat on it, making Halley crawl on her knees to follow. Taking up a remote, he pointed it to the projector and started a video that filled the large screen at the front of the room.
It was a compilation of Halley fucking him in chronological order from last April, though she did not know this yet. She became mesmerized momentarily as she sat on her haunches with saliva stringing from her mouth and listened to her voice calling out in euphoria on the video. As she watched him take over and pound her pussy from behind that first time, she walked on her knees even closer to him. Randy aided her to climb on top in a cowgirl position and inserted himself into her snatch.
Halley looked down at him as she sunk to his pelvis and whispered, "Oooo, yes. I love you," and she began to use her legs to fuck him steadily and passionately while watching them both on the big screen.
She was working hard on his cock, her knees on the couch and Randy was focused on her face which showed intensity and contentment. He also noticed that she tested out the collar by pulling down with her hands and restricting her own breathing. Each time Halley did it, she ramped up her effort in fucking him.
Randy could tell by the sounds of the spanking that the video was showing Haley suspended upside down and her growing relentlessness confirmed it. The video was serving it's purpose, adding some unexpected spice to their time together and reminding her from whence she had come.
As the heat built between them, he slid his ass further down, so that the knees of her long legs were barely on the couch and took over the action, pounding himself up and into her pussy and Halley relented on the collar and became vocal.
