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: Teen blonde revisits her step-uncle for more teaching with some bondage sex.
May, 2016 - River House
Halley was a ball of nervous energy. It had been five weeks since her encounter with her step-great uncle. They had spent an afternoon together after he had caught her and her boyfriend in a fumbling attempt at lovemaking (see previous story). The now ex-boyfriend had turned out to be gay, something the uncle had revealed to them both and then he had essentially blackmailed her into having sex with him. But Halley did not feel violated and wasn't mad at him at all.
Instead she felt curious, and intrigued, and horny. She had spent most of the first two weeks struggling with the situation, pondering what to do and how she should feel. She and the uncle were not blood-related, they were only family due to second marriages between her grandmother and his brother, so she did not feel any shame from incest. She did not mind the 36-year age difference between them because it wasn't like they were going to get married; she knew that if she decided to continue that it would be just for the fucking and in her limited experience, he certainly knew how to do that. He had said he would teach her, about sex and about herself.
The sex had been like nothing she had ever imagined and certainly not like the few times she had fucked boys her age. No, her uncle Randy's cock was huge, and he knew how to use it and how to manipulate her body to the first real orgasm of her young life.
In the third week she had decided that she would ask to go back at least one more time to visit him and she began to experiment with the dildo he had given her that she kept hidden between the mattress and box spring of her bed.
Every night she would use it to masturbate and stretch her pussy and then she would suck on the head to get used to something in her throat as well. It made her tremble and it made her feel good; but it never made her feel the way that Randy had when he fucked her.
That weekend she made a clandestine trip to a neighboring city, couldn't have anyone spot her, and made purchases there of a dozen thongs in various colors and styles even though she was nervous the entire time. She also went to a spa and got all her pubic hair removed. This was even more of an anxious experience for her, but the lady there was very professional and comforting and told Halley that with her fine hair it would probably be six weeks before it started to grow back.
During the fourth week she dug out the burner phone he had given her from its hiding place and texted him and asked if she could come over the next week and have him help her fill out her financial aid forms for college. She did not mention any other reason for wanting to visit. When he did not reply right away her anxiety pegged and she began to wonder if she had made a mistake.
She did not cry easily, but was on the verge of tears when an hour later the phone dinged, and she shook as she looked at the text.
"Sure thing. Bring all info needed & we'll get it done. Friday at 5pm."
The text ended with a smiley face and Halley's anxiety melted until she realized that Friday at 5 was a week away.
She had spent that last week in a state of simmering anxiety as she fretted about a number of things.
'Would he like her purchases and wax job?'
'Would they fuck?'
'Could he get it all the way in her?'
'Did she want him to?'
'What if he's changed his mind?'
'Would she be able to take all of him when she deep throated him this time?'
'Would he approve?'
All that continued to be on her mind as she was parking her car in his driveway. She had spent two days debating what to wear, finally settling on a white scooped neck mini-dress and sandals with a white thong underneath and no bra. For the first time ever, as she checked herself in the mirror before leaving home, she had thought she looked sexy.
Randy greeted her at the door, and they had a brief hug before he looked at the laptop in her arms and asked, "It's all online?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Well let's go in dining room and get you hooked up to the Wi-Fi and she what we've got," and he let her lead the way.
They sat at a corner of the table and after Halley had booted the laptop up, he turned it to himself and accessed his Wi-Fi. It took a little over 30 minutes to complete the process and Randy was all business. No flirting and no innuendo. Halley was becoming disconcerted, she had prepared and looked forward to this day and dressed to the nines and yet here Randy was acting like nothing had happened between them.
Closing the last of the completed forms on the screen, he looked at her and smiled, "Well, there you go, all set. You should hear back from them sometime in June."
"Thanks," Halley responded, her mouth in all but a frown.
"Something wrong Halley," he inquired.
"Yes. I," and she paused and looked down at her hands on the table and paused before diving in, "I thought you wanted me. I, I'm confused I guess."
