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 returns for NYE

December, 2017 – River House

It was Christmas Eve. Another get-together of the extended family. All the second or third spouses; kids, step-kids, and adopted kids; grandkids and great grandkids had made the pilgramage and gathered. It had grown too big for Randy’s parents’ home, so it was a good thing his brother had a big house. Why? Because that kept anyone from suggesting they hold it at his house. Other than a bowl of green M Texas, Florida, Wyoming, Montana.”

“Why those places?” she inquired.

“Because that’s where folks with money take their vacations.”

“Ah, I see. And the stocks?”

Randy smiled at her, “We’re talking about stocks and it’s almost midnight on New Year’s Eve?”

Halley shrugged, “Just curious. Humor me. You never, and I mean never, talk about how much you have. Besides, the fact that we’re gonna fuck tonight is a fait accompli, New Year’s Eve or not.”

“Oooo, good phrase,” he teased her as he sarcastically bowed and then he considered for a moment before he gave her the answer. “The twenty-five is diversified throughout about a dozen blue-ship companies, all doing well. I keep track of the market so that I can buy and sell nimbly when the need arises, but for the most part, I let it ride. With what I do sell and the dividends from what I keep, it makes another million, give or take, each year. That twenty-five started out as a half million-dollar investment just to give me something to do with my time. Twenty-five is what it has grown to so far.”


“Having money makes it easier to make more money Halley,” and he got up without another word, went to the source of the music and picked out a particular set of songs deep down the list. It was a song that wasn’t classical, though it was a classic.

As the first notes of Eric Clapton’s “Wonderful Tonight” started, he turned to her, holding out his hand. A pensive look on her face, she took another swallow of sincan escort water and then came to him. They slow danced in the dim lights of the wall sconces, Halley resting her head on his shoulder. Just his touch sent the hormones screaming throughout her body and sent it down the path of explosion.

Randy watched her reflection in the windows as they shuffled. She had grown so much more self-assured in herself and her sexuality in such a short period of time. It was as if all she needed was something to give her a slight push, an opening, and then she took care of the rest. That push came the day he stumbled onto her and her gay boyfriend when they were eighteen. She was now twenty, going on thirty-five.

“You’re beautiful Halley. I wish I could take you out and show you the world.”

She looked at him, “Someday, just not yet. Though I’m caring less and less.” Randy took note of the last part, but did not comment.

Neither of them was a dancer of note, but as Clapton ended, Johnny Rivers began, and they continued to sway to the music. Like the song, the shadows danced across the walls and the rest of the world seemed so far away and small. Her body was almost glued to his and the warmth of her loins was prevalent through the material of their clothes.

It was approaching midnight as the Rivers tune entered its last chorus and Randy moved them silently to an ice bucket near the spot where the windowed walls made the corner at the northeast end of the house. He took out a bottle of champagne, opened it, and poured them both a glass.

There were no spoken words, but they clinked glasses together in a silent toast and eyed each other as they drank. It was at that moment that Keith Whitley’s “When You Say Nothing at All” started to play. They finished their champagne, listened to the song, and watched the full moon reflect on the river.

The sound of a clock striking midnight jarred the mood and Halley turned to him, “I didn’t know you had a grandfather clock, where is it?”

“I don’t. It’s the security system. I set an alarm for midnight and selected the clock sound.”

“Well dammit, I was wanting to see a clock,” and she smiled at him as she moved closer. “Happy New Year asshole.”

He embraced her, “Happy New Year Halley,” and kissed her deeply, bending her back in his arms. The kiss led to fondling, his hand slipping inside her gown, and it wasn’t long before he had undone the dress and slipped it over her head.

Randy was not surprised that Halley was naked underneath and he had her turn to face the glass, spread her feet wide, and put her hands to her sides, palms flat on the window. Her ass was sticking out and he rubbed it as he came to stand beside her, turning his back to the window, so they were facing opposite directions.

Halley ankara escort let out her breath slowly as his fingers slid down her ass crack and he gently inserted his middle finger into her cunt from behind. It was already drooling.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asked as he plunged the finger deeper for emphasis.

“Yours,” she replied without hesitation, turning her head to look at him proudly.

Randy moved his finger to her dry asshole, the only lubricant being her wetness. As he inserted it to the last knuckle, he asked, “And whose is this?”

In a low tone she answered, her voice trembling, “You know it’s yours.”

“Did you prepare yourself for me?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Of course. It wouldn’t be complete if you didn’t fuck my ass,” she smiled at him.

“Undress me,” he told her, and she slipped the jacket from his shoulders to the floor and unknotted his tie.

“See, if you wore suits more often, you could tie me up with this,” she taunted him, holding the tie up before she deposited it on the floor as well and started on his buttons.

Randy began to knead her nipples and slowed her down, her fingers not working as nimbly while his sent jolts of electricity through her tits.

When she reached down and fumbled with his belt buckle, he taunted her back. “I thought you wanted to fuck?”

She moved in to kiss him then, passionately as she finally freed the belt and pushed his trousers off his hips to the floor. Her body slowly followed them and she squatted to remove his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers. When she finished, she rose and wrapped her long body around his, kissing him deeply again, “Take me to the playroom.”

In the elevator, she nibbled on his ear while she fondled his engorged cock, “I want you to fuck me like a slut.”

Randy just stared at her, and the act served to energize the hormones that coursed through their bodies.

The first thing he did once inside the playroom was to hand Halley the set of XXL nipple suckers they had used before. She did not need instruction as she licked them, drooled on her own nipples, and then attached the silicone cups, wallowing in the feel of her puffy nipples as they expanded inside them and grew larger.

He had left her to the task while he retrieved some items from the storeroom and when he returned, had her lay on a padded box that was against the left side wall about two-thirds of the way into the room. He knelt and spread her legs, Halley’s bare pussy beckoning to him, and began to lick it.

Using his tongue, he massaged her clit, forcefully working it into her flesh and then did the same to the area around her urethra. Halley began to softly pant and he inserted a finger and worked on her G-spot. In no time, she had put both her hands on his head and tried etimegut escort to push his face deeper into her sex.

This prompted Randy to redouble his efforts and he reverted to an old tactic of his, lightly biting her now exposed clit and sucking hard on it. Immediately her legs tried to close around his head as she yelped in delight, but Randy pinned them down with his elbows and kept up his oral assault.

“Oooo, dammit! You’re gonna make me cum!!” she shouted, the words coming out rapidly with no breaks between them. It was then that her body seemed to fold in on itself as she convulsed, and Randy got a rush of her juices on his chin.

He stood and wiped off his face as he took in her gasping body, her head lolled to the side as she eyed him with a satisfied little smile.

“That was good,” she managed to pant out. “It’s been so long.”

“Just good? Damn, I’m slipping,” and he pulled her to her feet. “I want you to lightly tweak those nipple suckers, but do not take them off. Understand?”

Halley tilted her head forward, looking at him through her eyebrows, as her hands came to the cups, and mocked him, “Understood.”

The mocking, the taunts, her calling him an asshole, him calling her a slut, it was all a little game they played, an adding of a little nitrous oxide to their building combustion.

He began strapping her ankles into suspension cuffs as she closed her eyes and drifted off to the pull of the suction on each of her breasts. When he had finished, he led her between two six-by-six wooden posts that had been bolted into the floor four feet apart in the far back corner of the room, right beside the steel autopsy table.

She looked on as he also strapped her wrists in suspension cuffs and attached them to metal rings at the top of the lacquered posts, pulling her arms wide and down as the posts were only three feet high. Randy then stooped and pulled an ankle to each post and clipped it to metal rings on the bottom. Halley was now slightly hunched over, with her knees bent. It would have been a difficult position to maintain if he had left her there.

Reaching out, he pulled the cups off her tits, revealing two fat, puffy nipples. They were at least two and a half inches around and the same in length and were now swollen and a deep, dark pink in color, just before turning an angry red.

He massaged them roughly between thumb and forefinger and watched her face as she struggled to contain a reaction. Smiling, he told her, “I love your tits, you know that?”

Through gritted teeth she responded, “They’re not too small for you?”

“Nope. Just right. More than a mouthful is wasted,” and he bent to suck hard on each nipple to emphasize the point. When he stood straight again, he resumed his manipulation of her flesh and continued, “Big tits have their place, they’re fun to play with, but my personal preference is a breast that fits in my hand, like yours,” and he hefted her left breast, “and nipples that get good and rigid when the owner gets hot.”



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