Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2007 10:55:21 +1100 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: HOLLEY AND I

This story is called HOLLEY and I and is the story of a
couple of meetings between an older woman and a teenager.

I've delayed telling this story because quite frankly I
was a bit embarrassed about it but life is life so here
it is.

I'd finally got an invitation to visit Madeline at her
house? I didn't go directly there, I'd flown to my
parents place and stayed the night travelling by train
the next morning to meet up with her and a couple of her
friends. She'd met Holley playing netball and what she'd
told me had got me very interested. Apparently when
they'd first met on the netball courts Holley had run
Madeline ragged something that really surprised me
because I know Madeline is very athletic. So, this girl
must have been really something. As I'd got off the train
ostensibly to meet Madeline she greeted me with two other
females. The older one, that I didn't recognise, was
Geraldine a very nice looking blonde with what appeared
to be a nice chest and the other was Holley. Oh my god,
she looked so hot. Her dress, one about which Madeline
had teased me, was a bright yellow, short enough to show
off her tanned thighs but not so short that I could see
her panties without her bending. Not well developed in
the chest but that didn't surprise me because Madeline
had given me a full description of her in her e-mails and
also in her `phone calls so I was well primed in what to
expect.

Holley, I had to agree, with her longish blonde hair
hanging down past her shoulders, her very nice teenage
bottom and her very nice long legs looked every bit the
young sports person. Of course Madeline hadn't been able
to help meddling and sent me Holley's e-mail address and
at the same time she added a little extra in the attempt
to couple me up with her by giving her mine. We'd
exchanged messages on a fairly regular basis mine being
leading questions softly hinting at female sex. I knew
that sometimes I'd said things to her that she hadn't
understood but she'd mailed Madeline and got answers from
her. One suggestion from another friend that she thought
might have encouraged Holley to be more inquisitive about
my intentions was that I should say, just off hand, that
I had to go and wash some panties and bras because they
were too delicate to put in the machine. She'd asked
Madeline what I'd hinted at and apparently Madeline had
come straight out that I wanted to have sex with her.
She'd suggested Holley should look in a particular shop
to see what I meant. She'd called round to the shop on
her way to school and seeing the underwear I'd spoken
about had apparently messaged Madeline quite thrilled
with what she saw.

Madeline had told her how nice I looked in them and she'd
asked Madeline how she knew. Madeline had explained to
her that she'd seen me in my underwear and even naked on
lots of occasions but hadn't bothered to tell her that
she and I were, or had been, regular lovers and, in fact,
we'd been together only three weeks ago. With what
Madeline had told me about Holley I'd become more and
more excited about her and each time I'd spoken to or e-
mailed Madeline I asked her more and more questions about
her. Madeline hadn't helped by telling me about playing
netball with her and seeing her panties every time they'd
jumped for the ball and with each message I'd become more
excited. So, after a short drive I was facing this
wonderful looking girl who knew exactly what I expected,
for her to take care of me. She took my little bag and
dropped it on the floor and putting her arm around me
she'd led me out of the double doors, down the steps and
down onto the lawn surrounding the pool. For a girl who
until three weeks ago had supposedly never thought about
sex with another female and, from what Madeline had told
me nor with a male either, she'd seemed quite comfortable
with her arm around me and as we arrived at the side of
the pool she turned me, and this was when I started to
feel nervous about being fucked by a fourteen year old
girl. She kissed me again and she'd lifted her hand to my
breast taking my nipple between her fingers and started
to twist it. Fortunately in the position we'd been in
those inside couldn't see her tongue deep inside my mouth
caressing mine and her fingers continuing to play with my
nipple. I'd been in a state of arousal since I'd got on
the train earlier and I'd started to feel more aroused
sexually now but I knew I couldn't stop age or no age.
I'd been a bit anxious in case we could be seen from
inside but my anxiety diminished when I thought that at
least Madeline knew what I'd come for and so, I
suspected, did Geraldine. When she'd broken off from the
kiss, but still holding my nipple, she asked me why I was
wearing a yellow dress and if I was wearing yellow
panties. I said yes, Madeline had excited me when she
told me about her wearing yellow and how nice she'd
looked in it, that being the case I thought she may like
to see me in something similar and it struck me that she
might find it complimentary if I'd dressed like her. I'd
been anxious for her to kiss me again and when she just
looked at me I decided that I had better offer her some
encouragement so I'd let her see that my mouth and tongue
were waiting for her and very willing. Her mouth had
showed me who was doing the kissing and who was going to
be kissed as she'd pushed my mouth open with her lips so
as to be where she wanted them. Her lips had protruded
inside my mouth, not just her tongue her entire mouth
forcing me to open mine almost to its limit.

It was all very nice with the kisses generating heat in
my head and I'd wanted her to see me, not the dressed me,
the naked me. Sensing my unease she'd walked me further
down the garden to a summerhouse where she'd dusted off a
lounge and sat me on it. Standing directly in front of me
she'd unfastened the strap around the back of her neck
and let the front of her dress fall to her waist. Oh,
such pretty little tits and, feeling less embarrassed,
I'd stood, taken her hands and put them round my neck
letting her open my strap so that my dress had fallen to
my waist too. I'd deliberately not worn a bra and so when
we'd kissed again my breasts were against hers. Mind you,
mine are much bigger than hers, not that I'm big, but my
hard and swollen nipples must have been poking holes in
her. I really didn't want her to let go, the feeling of
our breasts touching was incredible in it's intensity and
although my nipples were already swollen and hard they
seemed to grow even more. As a bonus I suppose I was
making fluid in my pussy and I was becoming more and more
sure that Madeline had been coaching Holley because she'd
given me a leer rather than a smile and lowered her head
to my breast and sucked my nipple into her mouth. An
involuntary cry escaped my mouth and I'd said, "Oh fuck
Holley, I've been waiting for this." An even stronger cry
had escaped me when, as she was leaning forward with my
nipple in her mouth, almost chewing on it, she slid her
hand under the skirt of my dress and let her fingertips
just barely touch me on my panties. Some virgin girl she
was, her fingers had danced across my pussy lips until I
was almost at the stage of begging her to fuck me.

I'd been too involved to worry about how I looked but I
do know that I tried to lower myself onto her fingers so
they'd be inside me. I'd been quite fascinated with this
young woman who although only a little younger than
Madeline did, in fact, look much younger. If she'd kept
her finger where it had been the possibility was that as
I sank she'd apply more pressure against my pussy and
she'd push my panties inside me. Fortunately, she'd had
the good sense to move her finger and find her way inside
my panties so when I moved my body it just slipped in
without any trouble. No reason why there should be any
difficulty, my pussy was dripping like a tap. Not just
fluid but something that was almost "cum', it had felt
much thicker than the fluid I normally produce at this
stage of a sexual interlude, almost the real thing.
Almost without effort her other fingers had slid inside
me and although I lowered my self even more to make sure
I got them all the way in she teased me by lowering
herself with me. When I asked her why she'd answered,
"Because I want to". I tried to hold her hand in place
but as I moved my face away from hers I could see her
smiling at me, she knew quite well from our messages that
she had me in the palm of her hand and she only had to
give me some disgusting order like "get your panties off'
and I'd get them off. Removing her fingers from my pussy,
much to my disgust, she'd held her fingers between us and
we'd both sucked them. Taking my hand she'd led me across
the lawn area between the summerhouse and the house and
although Madeline and Geraldine saw us she'd walked me
straight past them and up the stairs. It must have been
obvious why she was taking me upstairs, don't forget my
dress was hanging down to my waist. Madeline must have
known very well why we were mounting the stairs. I think
she'd also noticed the wet spot on the skirt of my dress
where Holley had withdrawn her wet fingers from my pussy.
It wasn't something I'd enjoyed, the withdrawal I mean.
I'd rather liked having them there, oh fuck it, tell the
truth Erica, I'd absolutely adored having them in there
slowly sinking into the pussy before she'd withdrawn them
equally as slowly.

We were nearing the top of the stairs and completely
taking me by surprise she pushed me against the banister
rail taking my face in her hands and holding me quite
still she'd given me another of those kisses she'd given
me outside that totally squashed the notion of her
virginity, there'd been sufficient force of personality
to make me tremble. Having completed the kiss she'd moved
her mouth to a point almost touching my ear and said,
"you do know how old I am don't you? I could only say
"yes Holley, you're fifteen but I don't care, please get
me into one of the bedrooms". All of my messages to my
friend about the impending meeting has said that Holley
was sixteen but then she, Holley had confessed to being
fifteen and casting my mind back to earlier she'd said
fourteen. I hadn't really tumbled to what she'd said but
what an absolutely erotic thought, sex with a fourteen
year old and it wasn't as though I was forcing it on her,
no damn it, I absolutely wanted her to dominate me.

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than we'd
entered the first bedroom we came to. It had a double bed
and I immediately thought it must have been Geraldine's
bedroom but the aroma of perfume was certainly not adult
perfume, it had reminded me of the kind of perfume that
young girls use, quite flowery. She'd backed me up
against the bed until the backs of my legs met it and
made me fall backwards. I'd thought she might need help
but her hands were straight under the skirt of my dress
and it got pushed out of the way. Her mouth descended to
my pussy so slowly that I thought it would never arrive
there but arrive it did and without removing my panties
she stroked her tongue from bottom to top of my "slit'
encouraging even more of that fabulous juice she'd
encouraged before. But, reaching round to the side of her
she slid out the drawer and lifted something pink out of
it. At first I didn't realise what it was, that was until
I saw her dropping her skirt and strapping it on to her
body.

Madeline and I rarely use a dildo so when Holley pulled
it out of a drawer it surprised me. Mind you, I wouldn't
be hard to enter because I was just so wet from our
earlier kiss on the stairs and in the summerhouse.
Skilfully this young girl, I really couldn't call her a
woman, had eased my panties out of the way and inserted
the dildo in my pussy. Oh, fuck, it was lovely, "slowly
my darling, slowly". Young or not, she seemed to have
detailed knowledge of how to use it in a woman's pussy.
She thrust it in, she pulled it out almost to the end and
then she shook her hips from side to side touching a
different part of my pussy walls with each thrust or
rotation. Almost as I was ready to `cum" she'd withdrawn
it from my pussy leaving me on the verge of begging for
it but with it "waggling about" attached to her body she
just reached out and dragged my dress off me over my
bottom and then it was the turn of the panties which got
torn as she dragged them off. Immediately I was naked the
dildo was back in my pussy but not as before, she was
banging it in me as hard as her little teenage hips would
move her body backwards and forwards. With being so
aroused in the first place almost immediately I was
leaping off the bed as I tried to drag her to me so I
could kiss her but as the orgasm hit me I lurched back
banging my head against the mattress. I could see the
perspiration on her forehead but it was nowhere near as
bad as the perspiration all over my body and as she
withdrew I'd managed to hold her for a second or two as I
convulsed again. It was obvious that I was totally
exhausted, even a girl as unskilled as Holley, why did I
say unskilled, she'd fucked me to perfection, could see
that. With a smile on her face she dropped to her knees
with her little tits swinging just as far as her size
would allow and her hands forced my thighs apart and her
hand was in my pussy just thrusting away as she sat back
and smiled. Each stroke was different, first it went in
like the rods that we used to see on steam train wheels
and then it would be withdrawn so gently that I almost
prayed that it wouldn't leave me and then on the return
`stroke' it would move inside me so smoothly that it was
almost soothing but then it would be twisted inside me
leaving me moaning "oh Holley, where did you learn to
fuck like this?" Her smile as she lowered her face to my
pussy should have told me that I'd been " had", this girl
had lots of experience, fourteen or not fourteen.

She asked me if I was satisfied and all I could say was
please clean me up round my pussy. Her lovely little soft
tongue moved or rather glided across my pussy lips
drawing the cum from around my pussy into her mouth and
then when she slid her tongue inside she found more that
hadn't escaped but which she'd diligently took from me.
Oh dear, I really was exhausted but she pulled me to my
feet and with out letting me straighten myself up she led
me out of the room, down the stairs and into the living
room where Geraldine and Madeline we having a little
"necking" session. My panties were down around one ankle,
my dress was down on the floor upstairs and my stockings
were torn but she just said to who ever was listening
"look who I found upstairs.

Soon afterwards Madeline and I left to go to her home and
that was, or at least it seemed like it would be the last
time I saw Holley. When we arrived at the station,
Madeline wouldn't be coming with me, they all got in the
carriage with me to say goodbye and when they left Holley
was the last to leave. She kissed me in private and
whispered in my ear, "we'll have to do that again
sometime" and I'd been silly enough to let her know how I
felt by telling her "oh yes please". As the train
prepared to depart Holley left the carriage and as the
train departed they all waved. I guess they went their
separate ways then because shortly I got a phone call
from Holley telling me to get off at the next station. Oh
hell, I was nearly wetting myself in anticipation and my
nipples were swelling, their usual trick when I'm
starting to get aroused. When the train had arrived at
the next station she'd been waiting for me, she looked
absolutely divine, so in control of herself, so beautiful
that I practically orgasmed on the spot. Of course we
kissed and she led me to her mothers car and that my dear
is all you can know, at least for the time being. I've
had a change of heart and I'll tell you more but it
doesn't paint me in a good light.

I don't have to tell you that this little girl has got me
on a string dancing to her tune, that's any tune she
cares to play. At the car she handed me into the back
seat and climbed in with me and as the car pulled away
from the station parking area I got my first kiss of my
return journey. Oh fuck Holley, the way she'd kissed me
before was nothing like the way she kissed me this time,
this was the kiss of a woman who knew her way around
another woman's body and knew what kind of a kiss would
get her "hot" as I was right then. As calm as you like
she unfastened my dress right down to the waist and when
she'd exposed my bra she cleverly opened the bra with one
hand whilst the other one caught one of my breasts as it
escaped. The kiss was done with both our mouths open and
her saying so quietly into my mouth "expect to get
dragged straight upstairs for a fuck". Oh how I love to
be dominated by a woman especially one as young as this
and one who knew that I wanted her to "bully" me, not
physically, into submission.

We arrived in her yard and left Geraldine to park the car
while we entered the house going straight upstairs into
Geraldine's bedroom to find the bed covered in a
beautiful black satin cover and as I was wearing white
underwear I guess the intention was that I should show up
nicely against the black. Holley took my dress off me and
hung it on a hanger being careful to hang it straight. My
panties were removed as was my bra and taking another
cardboard box from the top of the chest of drawers she
took out the tiniest pair of white panties I've ever
seen, even smaller than the thongs or G strings that
girls wear. Kneeling in front of me she removed my own
panties and replaced them with the tiny pair. She also
removed my stockings and replaced them with a pair of
fishnet stocking with the most gorgeous lace welt at the
top of the legs. As she rolled them up my legs she
stroked me too close to my pussy, so close that it made
me wince. The wince wasn't with pain of course it was
distinctly with pleasure. When she removed my bra it was
replaced with one obviously part of the same set as the
tiny white panties. It felt beautiful but barely big
enough even for my small titties. The cups almost didn't
cover my nipples and they were tight enough to
practically force them out of the cups and display them
to the world at large.

All that was left to do now was to put me in the dress
but Holley stood back and said I don't think you need a
dress Erica. Just at that moment Geraldine came into the
room and I heard her catch her breath in what I can only
presume was delight at the way I looked. Both of them
fussed around me making sure that the panties were as
tight in my bum crack as possible and that the bra was
pulled as low as decently possible, so low over my
breasts that when Holley told me to lean forward my tits
almost fell out and again I heard Geraldine gasp and even
Holley did a little "wow". Both the ladies helped in
adjusting a suspender belt and stockings that they'd
apparently bought as part of the same set. I was paraded
round the room first looking in this mirror and then that
one so I could see myself from every angle imaginable.
They led me down the stairs like a princess and I felt
every bit a part of royal family entering the throne room
or going out onto the balcony to greet the crowd. The
imaginary crowd would see what I was "nearly wearing",
would they would be horrified or would they, perhaps
think that it was about time the royal family showed off
one of theirs that was worth fucking.

Geraldine said, "well ladies I'm off out for a couple of
hours" and she left the house. Funnily enough I was
reminded of one of the other girls stories I'd read where
she liked to be humiliated through being partially
dressed and made to service other women. I almost
imagined myself in the same position, I couldn't see any
reason why they'd dressed me up so glamorously in these
"almost there" undies and then let Geraldine leave. This
kind of dress certainly needed an audience. Holley
unfastened her dress and let the top fall down to her
waist showing her little breasts. She signalled me across
the room and as I walked her dress slid to the floor and
oh dear, her panties had gone, I hadn't seen her take
them off but perhaps she taken them off whilst they were
dressing me.

With Holley strolling round me examining me from every
angle I didn't feel one bit embarrassed, as a matter of
fact I was rather enjoying this girl looking at me and
seeing everything with the exception of that small
triangle covered by the panties and the little cover I
had over my breasts, well, really that needed further
explanation, my nipples were covered by material the size
of a coin. Holley moved to a sideboard at the side of the
room and signalled me across to her. As I arrived close
to her she pointed to her pussy and said now it's time
for you to pay for what you tried to do to me. I didn't
really know what she meant but she explained that she'd
known right from the start that I wanted her to fuck me.
"Isn't that right" she asked and with a little tremor in
my voice I answered "yes". "So my love, suck my pussy as
though I'm Madeline, you're going to pay for what you
tried to do to me" and grabbing my hair close to the
roots she pulled my face right down to her pussy. She was
not quite gushing but still very wet, I didn't need to
prepare her she was already prepared. My face was rammed
in between her legs quite hard and my nose entered her
pussy with the force of the push. I had a moment of panic
when I thought I wouldn't be able to breath but as she
relieved the pressure somewhat I was able to snort her
juices out of my nostrils. Her pussy smelled "hot" and I
was quite amenable to her making me lick her pussy clear
of liquids but it was obvious that I wasn't going
anywhere when I heard the soft sound of shoes across the
floor.

Geraldine was approaching with Holley's dildo but as she
passed it over she turned and left the room. I'd thought
for a minute that I was going to be looked after by two
women but it was clear now that it would only be Holley.
She made me fasten the straps of the dildo around her so
that it stuck out like an enormous penis; mind you it was
far bigger than any penis I'd ever seen. Taking hold of
my hair again my face was brought down to the dildo and
gently it was slid in my mouth. I honestly had never had
a man's penis in my mouth, not even my husbands. I didn't
feel too comfortable with this one in my mouth but quite
obviously I wasn't given any choice. It wasn't there for
long, just long enough to get it nice and slick with my
saliva and then Holley ordered me to get up on the
sideboard on my hands and knees. Easing my panties out of
the way Holley slid the slick wet dildo in my bottom and
slowly pushed it in as far as I could take it. Well, that
wasn't exactly true, it went in as far as she could push
it. I cried out "oh fuck Holley, that's far too much but
without skipping a beat she thrust it deep inside me
fucking me with it hard and fast. There was some pleasure
in it but predominantly there was pain. Her face was
contorted as she extracted every groan she could get out
of me and then when I had my orgasm she turned me round
and sucked me off with such force and with her fingers
this time ramming into me that hard that the following
orgasm was not what I wanted nor was it to my liking, it
hurt as she dragged her fingers out of my pussy with her
nails against my pussy walls. Next I was encouraged onto
my knees where she pushed her closed fist in my arse, no
lubrication just ramming it in me so hard. I was just
about crying by now, this certainly wasn't the Holley I'd
first met; this was the bitch from hell torturing me. I
wanted to escape from her and get away to anywhere, home
or if not just to a hotel, I certainly didn't want to
stay here with this bitch. Her face was blood red with
the effort, and all she could say was your clothes are
still on the bed upstairs. Get dressed and go home,
Geraldine will run you to the station.

I didn't even wait for a shower, most of my clothes went
in a bag and all I wanted was to be covered sufficiently
for me to get on the train and go home. The two-hour
journey was dreadful, fortunately the train was quiet and
I had a carriage to myself and when I got close to my
parents home I rang dad and asked him to pick me up.
You're quiet he said and all I could say was I forgot
something at home and I'll try to get a flight out of
here tonight. Dad pulled to the side of the road near the
airport while I rang the airline and was told the last
flight was just before midnight and when I told dad he
said we'll make it OK but what about your other things.
Damn the other things, they could always put them on
another plane or even on the bus that travelled to Darwin
all I wanted to do was get away from here where I'd just
been humiliated. I would have words with Madeline when I
arrived home or at least in the morning giving her a
piece of my mind for what she'd organised for me to
suffer. No more casual dates for me.

When I arrived home I went straight to bed, I couldn't
face the kids although I could still hear them playing
music down stairs. Without taking a shower I jumped in
bed and picking up my extension phone I rang Madeline.
She was curious as to why I was ringing so late at night
but I just tore into her telling her that Holley wasn't
the sweet young thing she'd told me about, she was a
bitch from hell that had hurt me. She had a little
chuckle until I flew into her again but eventually she
apologised telling me, don't know if this was to shut me
up, that I'm a much better fuck than Geraldine and the
next time we met it would just be the two of us together.
If only I could believe her!

Apparently since that night Madeline has been in touch
with Holley asking her what the hell went wrong with
Holley saying "you told me Erica liked it rough so I gave
it to her rough". Madeline had apparently said `when I
said rough I meant she likes to be pushed around and made
to do as she's told, not beaten up you silly bitch".
Several days passed with, so it seems, messages
continually passing back and forward between Madeline (my
protector) and Holley (the bitch) until one evening I
opened my e-mail to find a message from Holley begging
forgiveness and promising never to do it again. I told
her that she'd never get the chance of doing it again but
like all silly women I did eventually meet with her
again.

Over the course of a few weeks lots of messages flew
backwards and forwards between Holley and I and also
between Gerry (Geraldine, Holley's mother) and as we
progressed Holley's messages turned from apologetic to
suggestive and then to frankly out right horny. Of course
Holley's messages always came during the evening, she's
not able to send during the day, school prohibits that.
But during the day, on occasions, I get messages from
Gerry and they're not too subtle. If I'm reading the
messages Gerry sends me correctly I get the impression
she wouldn't mind a `roll in the hay" with me as they
say. I've reminded her to make sure she deletes
everything in case Holley gets to see them. However, back
to Holley, her later messages were not at all subtle
telling me she wants to fuck me again but promising that
she won't be the bitch from hell like she was the last
time.

The school holidays were almost upon us at that time and
I was going to be on my own for two weeks. Paul my son
would be away camping and fishing with mates, Maria my
daughter would be with her girlfriend and the two little
kids would be having their holiday with their father in
Cairns. I, therefore, would be alone for the whole two
weeks and when Gerry knew she said why don't you come
over here. Oh, what a suggestion but when she said that
Holley would be going to Sydney with her dad for some
sightseeing I felt totally disillusioned. It would be
nice to see Gerry of course because during the past few
weeks she'd been a bit forward with her conversations and
I'd definitely come to the conclusion that it would be
`interesting' to meet up with her with no one else
around. So, I made arrangements to fly over there for at
least a couple of days, wonder what will happen?

She met me at the airport on the Wednesday morning and
during the course of the day it was clear that Gerry had
intentions but neither she nor I could apparently get up
the courage to "come on" to the other. Don't really know
why, the atmosphere was right for some action but we two
"scaredy cats" didn't make a move. Towards the late
evening it seemed that both of us were building up to
"something" and probably an hour or so would see it
eventuate. But, there were footsteps in the hall, neither
of us had heard a car, perhaps the nervous tension had
hidden it, and her husband came in. Holy shit, was I
scared but he just said to Gerry that he'd been called
back to his office so he'd come to pick up some papers
and he'd be off again. When Gerry had introduced him to
me he'd just said hello, in an off hand way, and gone
upstairs. Holley came into the room and seeing me she'd
come over and given me a kiss, the kind you give to your
old grandmother but I realised it was because her dad was
still in the house but when, about 5 minutes later, he
called out goodbye and left she came and took her due
with one of her very nice sensuous kisses.

It was quite clear that Gerry was disappointed at this
turn of events and when some minutes later Holley took me
upstairs to her bedroom ostensibly to unpack her suitcase
she had her arm around me the whole way. As we passed
Gerry's bedroom, oh damn, my case had been there the
whole time he'd been here, she looked and leaving me in
hers she'd gone back to collect it putting it on the end
of the bed making it quite plain that I was with her, no
arguments. Just a kiss and a feel of my breasts and we
went downstairs again making our way to the kitchen with
Holley offering her mother some toast and coffee. We sat
around the kitchen table chatting but I don't think
Gerry's mind was on the conversation until Holley said,
"I think dad's gone off with his floozy, he had a call
from her while we were in Sydney and immediately after he
rang the airline". From the look on Gerry's face I didn't
think his infidelity was any secret to her but I could
see her surprise at how flippant Holley had been about
it.

"Hey, come on" she'd said, "time for bed" and with that
she took my hand and led me upstairs. As we'd gone
through the door into the hall I'd turned and looked back
at Gerry and I felt so disappointed both for her and for
me, goodness, she looked as though she'd been cheated out
of a large sum of money. Holley, however, was ignorant of
the looks that had passed between us she was too
engrossed in getting me up the stairs and into her
bedroom. She undressed first and when I went to undress
she took my hands and put them down by my sides.
Continuing, she removed her dress, her bra and oh dear,
those little breasts I remember from the last time had
certainly grown, not an awful lot, just sufficient to
bring a smile to my face. When she saw that smile she
smiled too and continued undressing whilst I stood there
watching with my hands down by my sides gripping my dress
so as not to move them to either my pussy or my breasts.
She was obviously enjoying herself teasing me and it took
forever for her to take her panties off and when she did
she thrust out her hips so I had a clear view of her
pussy with just a small growth of hair. She walked
elegantly towards the shower giving me the absolutely
perfect view of her arse and legs and as she turned on
the water she stepped inside the screen but before she
did she crooked her finger at me calling me over. I was a
bit confused about what she expected me to do but soaping
herself up she indicated to me that I should get
undressed myself. I did and then she wiggled her finger
at me again calling me inside the shower. One thing about
being rich is that nothing is small; this shower was
probably big enough to hold a football match inside it.
Thinking that I was getting permission to fondle her I
went to put my hands on her tits but she pushed me down
onto my knees, a bit hard with a tiled floor, but once
there she passed me a razor, a brush and shaving soap.
Wow, I was going to shave her pussy, it didn't have a lot
of hair around it but fuck it, this was a chance I'd
waited for, I'd only ever shaved my own pussy before and
now, what a thrill to shave hers. Soaping her up and then
creating lots of foam with the brush was fun, lots of
fun, and I think she enjoyed the feeling of having the
brush being stroked across her pussy. I'm very careful
with the razor, don't often draw blood when I do it
although I usually use an old razor of my son's so it's
generally not as sharp as it might have been after it had
dragged the whiskers off his face a couple of times.

Now clean and with the shaving foam rinsed off her she
eased me out of the shower while she finished herself off
and then it was my turn. Soaping me up was heavenly and I
hoped she'd never stop, brushing back and forwards across
my mound was creating some turmoil inside me and it was
obvious she was enjoying herself. But, all good things
must come to and end and both of us stepped out of the
shower and taking a fluffy towel off a heated rack she
proceeded to dry me off not forgetting to spend frankly
too much time between my legs and around my breasts. "Why
are you smiling", she asked me as that soft fluffy towel
wrapped around her finger passed through my crease making
me shudder. Once dry and with a towel wrapped around my
head she slapped me on the arse and said bed, it was not
an order intended to be defied; it was an order to be
complied with. Like an obedient soldier I immediately ran
and jumped onto the bed landing on the nearest side to
the door but when she came around I got another smack on
the backside and was told to "move baby", again I was
eager to comply. It was obvious that I'd landed on the
wrong side; I was supposed to be the furthest from the
door. Did she think I intended to escape? Not a chance, I
was here to be fucked. True, I hadn't intended it to be
her, I'd intended it to be Gerry but hey, who cares I was
going to get fucked anyway whether it was Holley or her
mother. Under ordinary circumstance though I wouldn't
have got in bed with wet hair but after waiting to be
fucked by this girl for quite a few weeks I didn't want
to wait any longer. Throwing off the damp towel and
shaking my head to make my hair look "wild" like some
actresses do I lay down with my head on the pillow and
seeing me lay there prostrate Holley did practically the
same and ran and jumped on the bed. Grabbing me
immediately I felt her hands on my tits, her lips on mine
and her knee in between my legs easing them apart gently
without too much force but that didn't matter I wanted
her there now, not tomorrow, not the next day, right now.
She didn't disappoint me as her knee gently moved against
my clit making me breath as deeply as I'd ever breathed
before and moving my tongue against hers I was trying to
persuade her emotions to run as wild as mine were
beginning to run. "Patience" she said, "everything comes
to those who wait" but I wasn't interested in her head
shrinkers nonsense I didn't want to be one of those who
wait, I wanted to be driven mad by her lips, her hands
and the rest of her body. I was trying to get my hands on
those tits that had grown somewhat since the last time
I'd seen her but she gave me a smack. Don't think that
her ability to smack me at the same time as she was
tormenting me was unwelcome; every time she smacked me I
nearly threw myself at her in my eagerness to let her
satisfy herself.

Notwithstanding what I wanted I knew full well that
eventually I'd succumb to her and she'd get her own way.
Perhaps she'd want to suck my tits first or perhaps she'd
want to finger my pussy or even stroke my bottom, which
ever it was it would happen her way and in her own time.
The kissing continued along with the feeling and maybe
from the number of times she kissed me I was beginning to
feel breathless and perhaps realising this she started to
share her kisses with my tits bringing my already swollen
nipples to a further peak, funnily enough, all this
attention on my nipples had also hardened and swollen my
breasts and I had that wonderful feeling that they were
about to burst through the skin. But without missing a
beat her fingers had made their way inside me and as they
slowly crept in my legs responded opening like a flower
in the early morning sun. Gently and slowly she finger
fucked me taking her time and giving me great pleasure as
she then moved down my body and kissing her fingers after
she'd eased them out of my pussy she showed her wet lips
to me before putting her fingers back inside me. As you
may imagine the gentility of her probing inside my pussy
and the lack of forceful depth made me lift myself up
towards her only to be given a push and the order "do
that again and I'll turn you over and belt the skin of
your arse". I knew it wasn't true, it was only girly-
girly play talk, if she did smack me and hopefully she
would, it would hurt a little but only a little and fuck
me, I'd be hoping for more such is the slut in me.

Seemingly hours passed by before she really got around to
making me `wail' with pleasure as her tongue, it seems to
have quite a rough surface, stroked along one pussy lip
and then along the other one and then across from right
to left and then in reverse. I only knew that whatever
she did it was very welcome and it wouldn't be too long
before I had something for her to drink. Then, the moment
I'd been waiting for as she stiffened her tongue and with
what was practically a dive she entered my pussy and
licking and sucking like a mad woman she make me `cum'
throwing my pussy at her mouth only to be pushed back
down again and then sucked and fucked until I did it
again. Go for it baby she said as she did me again and
again until I asked or begged her to stop at which time
playfully as in a wrestling match she asked me if I
surrendered. Absolutely I surrendered; I was fucked in an
emotional as well as physical way. With just a brief rest
to dry our hair and make sure we'd brushed all the
tangles out of it she did me again this time from behind.
You'll recall that the way she'd hurt me before had been
by fucking me in the arse before lubricating her hand but
this time she soaked her hand in my super wet pussy
pushing it, with my concurrence, deep inside me and then
getting me on my hands and knees and easing her wet hand,
at first a couple of fingers, into my anus and when I
took them successfully by entering another and then
another until her whole hand was at the brink and as she
knelt alongside me teasing my clit with her left hand I
lowered myself as low as possible and took her full hand
inside my arsehole. It was tight, you bet it was tight,
but whereas the last time she'd rammed her dry fist in me
this time she was gently but persuasively moving her wet
hand inside me. I found myself accepting it easily after
a while and perhaps it was the pleasure of her teasing my
clit that helped to keep my mind other wise occupied.
Suffice it to say that I allowed her to make me `cum'
that way without any pain at all. But, when she'd
finished and drawn what ever cum I had resting in my
pussy with her fingers I was absolutely shattered and
collapsed on the mattress. Her hand was still inside my
bottom but it had stopped moving except for an occasional
movement of her index finger.

After letting me recover for a short time Holley dragged
me off the bed with a laugh and took me into the bathroom
where we shared a hairdryer to get at least most of the
moisture out of our hair. But this didn't impede her; her
hands were frequently on my bottom as I held the dryer
over my head and often her lips sucked my nipples into
her mouth whilst her fingers played a pretty little tune
on my pussy lips. Occasionally I had to push her away
because as you can imagine playing with a pussy,
especially my pussy was likely to create a flood. Mind
you when she used the dryer I kneeled down like a
Christian at prayer and made love to her pussy. My, oh
my, isn't it beautiful especially now it has no hair
surrounding it. Not that it was ever a problem for me, I
like sucking pussy hair into a long strand and giving it
a little pull with my lips that usually causes the owner
of the hair to jump. But the play inside the shower was
getting a bit raucous and smacking me on the backside
again I was chased back to the bed where she trapped me
between the bed and the wall. Holding me in her arms or
at least one arm the other hand was playing round my
pussy and as usual I started to open my flower for her
moaning about being fucked again but hoping she wouldn't
disappoint me.

I should have known she wouldn't let me down but it was
the position that she had me in that surprised me. She
pushed me onto the bed but grabbed me and turned me
around so that my head was practically on the floor, my
hair was, and my feet were on the bed and holding me
there she kissed me on the backside before opening my
buttocks and reaching in with her tongue she proceeded to
suck my pussy again. I couldn't move because she used her
legs to hold me against the side of the bed and once when
she pushed her finger in my anus I let out a yelp and
Geraldine, her mother came in to see what was happening
but seeing that we were fully occupied she left. All I'd
seen had been her shoes and I'd recognised those but even
if Holley had seen her she'd apparently taken no notice.
Of course, knowing me as you do you know how quickly I
orgasm and shortly I went into one of my well-known
orgasmic tremors again. Once it had finished, and it
generally takes a little while with her assistance I
lifted myself onto the bed the right way up and crawling
to the pillow. I asked her if I could rest again but
crawling up the bed after me she swept me into her arms
and in that position we both fell asleep. Fortunately she
fell into a deep sleep first so I was assured of at least
some rest and even though I got up to go to the toilet I
didn't disturb her. After the toilet I sat for a few
minutes on a chair close to the side of the bed just
watching her breath and concentrating on the way her
little, or not so little now, breasts rising and falling
on her chest. Eventually I crawled next to her and as I
settled down her arms came around me again and I suppose
that's the position I fell asleep in.

When we went downstairs the next morning I asked
Geraldine if I could take her home with me for a couple
of days and when she said it would be OK I rang the
airport for a flight. Not a problem, two seats booked for
just before lunchtime, we'd be home during the afternoon.
I wondered what could happen after that.

When we arrived at my home airport I got my car out of
the overnight parking station and loading our gear into
the car I was about to head for home when Holley asked
"aren't you forgetting something"? When I looked puzzled
she leaned across and kissed me feeling for my breasts at
the same time. "There, that's better; I needed to feel I
was being made welcome here". There was only one answer
to her question and that was to take her hand and slip
inside my dress so she could feel my breast properly
whilst at the same time I opened my mouth and kissed her
as nicely as I can inviting her tongue to explore my
mouth. "Very nice" she said "now let's go, I want to see
where you live and then I want to get you upstairs and in
or on the bed, I don't much care which it is"? It's not
too long of a drive to my house and when we approached I
operated the remote garage door opener so that we could
drive straight in without any of the neighbours seeing
us. Practically as soon as the door had closed or maybe
even on it's way down her hand was on my breast but not
trying to open my dress, that was reserved for me to do.
I wanted to do it for her but at the same time I wanted
her inside where she could carry out her threat and take
me to the bedroom straight away.

She proceeded as she proceeded over the next four days,
she took whatever she wanted from me, not that I objected
or I didn't until it was almost time for her to go. She
showed me that not only was she going to fuck me silly
but, she'd do it at her leisure and whenever and where
ever she wanted to. My breasts were bare, my nipples,
those naughty little `give aways' that showed when I was
hot, were up to their usual tricks swelling and hardening
as she let her hand glide across them. Then, pulling her
hand away but not putting my breasts away, she ordered me
out of the car and into the house. Dropping her bag on
the floor she said "upstairs, slut make up and slut
dress".  I knew precisely what she meant and turning to
the kitchen she said "we'll, get on with it woman". I
hurried up the stairs and going immediately to my
wardrobe I took out one of my tiniest dresses to put on
with the underwear I was already wearing. It definitely
looked obscene; it was so short it showed my panties even
without me bending down. My lipstick that I'd worn on the
plane and which was a nice modest shade just a little
darker than pink came off to be replaced by the most
garish red spread right over my mouth and even outside my
lip line. To finish, lots of jet black eye make up.
Looking at myself in the mirror I thought I'd be well
placed, looking like this, in a brothel.

I went down the stairs to find her sat at the kitchen
table with a drink in her hands but apart from glancing
at me she didn't move. "Get yourself a cup of tea", she
said. I did and went to sit down that is until she asked
who said you could sit down? "Come round here" and
promptly gave me a smack on my backside, it stung a bit
but it had an even better effect, it make me start to
feel horny. I have no idea why, it just did. But, I did
get permission to sit down even if it was only for a
short while because as she finished her drink she took my
hand and led me upstairs. Let me tell you that for the
next four days she fucked me in every room in the house
including the laundry and the toilet. She fucked me in
every position imaginable, on a table, on the bed, under
the bed (sorry I just made that up for a bit of fun), on
the floor and in every bedroom in the house until about
the last evening when we went to bed I was hoping that
she wouldn't want to fuck me again. Frankly I didn't
think I could `cum' again, I seemed almost to have been
drained dry with her consistent and persistent sexual
drive. Going to bed on that last night I wore, for the
first time, pyjamas and as I climbed in bed she smiled at
me and said "I guess there's no `nooky' for me tonight."
With just a kiss, I was a bit disappointed at that, at
least she could have made out that she wanted me but
apparently she didn't, I fell asleep. When I woke in the
morning she was already awake and sat looking at me. My
pyjamas were unusually dry, I thought at least with the
closeness of her I'd have made a little moisture in my
pussy but no, it was quite dry. Leaning over the bed she
kissed me and, opening the pyjama jacket, leaned forward
to suck my nipple into her mouth. Let me tell you that
for over the next hour I was subjected to the best sex
I've had in a long time, she was so patient in her
touches moving slowly and gently with lots of tender
kisses thrown in and not for ages did she reach my pussy.
When she did reach there again she was so gentle her lips
moving over me so slowly with frequent stops to move up
and kiss my lips and then to kiss my breasts and then,
eventually to remove my pyjamas, both top and bottom,
before continuing with the fuck. It was quite frankly
quite wonderful and although I would dearly have loved to
have orgasmed I knew if I did she'd stop. So, I held
back, just enjoying the continual movement of her legs
against mine, the gentle stroking of her hands and her oh
so soft kisses. But, I guess she eventually got bored
with this and opening my legs so wide she laid in between
them. Slowly, slowly she dragged her body against mine
and then away. Then starting again with our clits
together she moved her body again. When my orgasm arrived
it wasn't one of those frantic ones that make me convulse
it started to rumble around somewhere deep inside my body
gradually growing in strength until at last it arrived.
Not with a sound like thunder or with the crashing of
waves, it just slowly moved through my body until as she
lay with her mouth now over my pussy I could feel it
gently ejecting itself into her mouth. As she remained
there, unusually it continued, not at full strength but I
feel that the volume ejected over this period was more
than I'd ever let go before.

I could feel her lips sucking and licking me and oh fuck,
she was panting with the effort, but despite her
weariness she continued as long as I continued ejecting
my `cum'. Eventually, things quietened down and although
they were not minor convulsions inside me I don't think
anything was leaping out, it may have been a slight
trickle but that would have been about all. That, despite
the quietness of it all, had been the very best fuck
she'd given me over the period and I was still and quiet
inside myself.

But, there was a plane to catch and we had to hurry to
get things organised. Throwing clothes into her case we
hurried out to the car and moving at great speed but with
caution we arrive at the airport with just sufficient
time to go through the formalities and spend a little
time, perhaps five minutes, in the ladies toilet. I
promise I didn't `cum' this time. The call to board came
and as we waited for her to collect her boarding pass we
had just one kiss, a mother and daughter kiss and then
she was gone.

I didn't wait around the airport, I rushed home to clean
the place up, to open the windows (the place smelled like
I imagine a brothel would smell) and to change all the
beds where the sheets still in had damp spots where I'd
`cum' for her. There were also a couple of places on the
carpets where we'd misbehaved so I wiped them too. I have
to be honest and say that four days with Holley were
probably too much; maybe the original two days I'd
intended she'd stay would have been enough. But it had
been sensational sex..

After cleaning up the house I e-mailed Gerry to tell her
Holley was on the plane and about what time it was
scheduled to land. Later I got a phone call from her
thanking me for looking after her little girl (her words
not mine) and saying that she was jealous, it should have
been the few days she wanted to spend with me. The
conversation got a little naughty after that and with a
complete lack of reserve she told me that if Holley
hadn't come home when she did she had every intention of
fucking me. Oh, if only! I suspect it won't be too long
before I get another invitation to meet with her and who
knows what will happen then. But, she will have to
appreciate that Holley is my first choice.