Holly stared wide-eyed as Mike pulled the young girl's shirt up over the white skin of her belly ... exposing her softly billowing tits ... causing her nipples to swell instantly when they came free from her bra ... flaunting her breasts at Mike until he grabbed her naked body and began sucking on a nipple. His. cock became hard and erect with desire to do more than just suck her tit.
Holly couldn't believe her friend could let a boy do such things to her body-but Holly wished there would be someone there to stop her lusty itch.
CHAPTER ONE
Holly Granger leaned back in the lifeguard chair and closed her eyes. She smiled softly to herself ... Robbie Lake had been the best fucker she had ever had. There would never be another like him. He had been the one to awaken her pubescent body to the incomparable pleasure of getting screwed.
She absently drummed her fingers on the wooden arm of the chair as she remembered how lovely, how perfectly beautiful it had been being fucked by the handsome young Robbie. Robbie ... she daydreamed ... Robbie ... just remembering caused that ache between her legs. It had been summertime. She had spent most of her days at the beach, and it was there that she had met young Robbie Lake. She had known that she was going to let him be the first one ever to fuck her. He was the one she had been waiting for!
She had known fully what she was doing when she teased him, walking along the beach in the very smallest bikini she could get by her mother's eye with, hugging him innocently at odd moments, and rubbing her swollen young titties into his shoulder. She had developed a special way of walking that revealed her firm molded hips for him whenever she knew he was watching.
What girl wouldn't be proud of her premature development, Holly thought. It had been a natural inclination to tease and taunt and flaunt herself just a little too much, without ever, consciously at least, realizing that being fucked would result.
But it did, one night when they had stayed later than usual at the beach and had decided to change before they went home.
All day Holly had been parading more tauntingly than ever, going so far when she was changing as to let the towel slip as she walked from behind a rock to pick up her clothes. And she had seen Robbie looking at her sensuously joggling young tits with unconcealed desire. Holly giggled and pretended to be embarrassed and ran back behind the rock.
She hadn't gotten dressed after she had run behind the shelter of the rock; instead, she had stretched out naked on the cool, grainy sand. 'She waited impatiently, because something was going to happen tonight, and she knew just what that something was, and she wanted it desperately. Her young mind was filled with expectant desire, and was in a trance-like state, bordering on unconsciousness, when she sensed the handsome young man coming closer to her naked body stretched out on the sand.
She watched him in the moonlit darkness, her face hidden in the shadows, so that all he could see was her voluptuous gleaming body. She felt her boyfriend's eyes peering at her developing young body, totally naked, stretched sensuously on the beach.
He paused momentarily and approached her. His tongue ran over his lips and he seemed to be breathing very fast. Holly sensed a certain overheated sweatiness, even in the cool night air. Her heart seemed to be pounding in her chest, so loudly it seemed he could hear, and for a reason she did not understand, she felt desperate fear in that moment.
The seconds waiting for Robbie to make an overt gesture seemed to tick on for hours. Then, finally, he moved stealthily around to her feet, never taking his eyes off the generously contoured figure sprawled so limply and enticingly before him. Her thighs had fallen open so that he could dimly make out the wisps of soft black hairs that covered her little pussy. She had drawn one knee up flat on the sand even with her hip, and the smooth white flesh of her inner thigh gleamed faintly in the silent darkness, luring him on.
She heard her handsome blond-haired boyfriend sigh into the stillness of the night, and although the angle from which she was watching made it difficult to see, she was certain he had taken the bulge of his jeans in his hand and was gently manipulating it.
The youth seemed to draw in his breath continually as he marveled at the lush beauty of the young girl. She was the purest and most innocent thing he'd ever seen. He hadn't intended this to happen, he had not intended to sneak up on her, but he had gotten worried when she had taken so long to change. He had waited for a chance to see her naked all summer, but she had always been too clever for him to be able to catch her off guard. He had begun to think that all of the tit and ass flirting she had thrown at him all summer had been a put-on. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this was her way of asking for a good long fuck from his cock.
Lying in the darkness, Holly sensed that by now her boyfriend's virile young cock had been goaded into rock-hardness. She could imagine the blood throbbing painfully into its large, rapidly expanding head, tiny droplets of warm juices already beginning to seep from the sensitive contracting gland at its tip, smearing wetly against the interior of his clothing.
Robbie really wants to fuck me, the young girl thought. I'm making him all horny. She felt very proud of herself and very satisfied.
Then to her amazement, she spied him doing something which set her inflamed young heart racing madly. For suddenly, he zipped down his jeans, silently opening his fly to reach inside his shorts and grip an object which to Holly seemed incredibly huge!
My God," she thought in panic. What if he tried to put that inside my pussy. It would push my tongue up out of my mouth! I could never take it.
But, for the moment, Robbie had merely massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over his heavily jerking cock as he advanced around her proud young virginal body. She was trying to desperately feign sleep, but she couldn't repress a tremor of excitement which struck like lightning through her innocent unfucked young body. This was it! This was it at last! She would finally get fucked!
She instinctively sensed that Robbie would crawl on top of her and ram his prick deeply up between her open thighs, although the older boy was still not certain what he would do next. He knew he wanted more than anything to bury his thickly pulsing cock far up inside her and make her belly heave with delight. But she was pretty young, he reminded himself. Was her little pussy big enough? All these thoughts raced through the young boy's head in myriad confusion because in spite of his original intent, in spite of how wrong he knew it was, in spite of the fact that someone could come along and find them at it any moment, in spite of everything he knew what he was going to do, he was going to fuck his pretty young girlfriend!
His pants dropped heavily to the sand as he fully exposed his thickly gleaming member. It was much bigger than she had ever expected, and it quite took her breath away. It stood out in proud erection over her lewdly spread legs and trembling white body. His hand fondled and caressed it, and would at times swoop down to stroke his softly dangling balls as well.
He quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it to the side, standing a moment longer over her nervously shuddering body.
Another thought occurred to the youth. For many nights he had dreamed of having this girl's sweet little pink lips wrapped snugly and affectionately around his pulsating hard dick, sucking madly. And finally he could take it no longer. Since they were all alone on the beach, he knew what he would have to do. It would be a beautiful sight to see his huge prick gushing his hot load into her lovely face, her full mouth clinging to his wildly spewing hardness. If he could fuck her while she was asleep he would be safe from detection. She'd ascribe it to a dream. But if he shot into her mouth, some would inevitably dribble down and leave telltale traces on the rest of her lusciously naked body. No, he would have to fuck her tight, fresh little cunt first, then make her suck his cock some other night.
Still, he couldn't resist trying one small touch of her mouth before climbing between her outstretched legs. He knew the risk of cumming all over her face was great, but he just had to see what that sweet mouth looked like around his prick for only a second; he just had to see his dream come true, to remember forever after, for the rest of his life.
Now he kneeled by her head and turned it gently toward his erect cock. Lights flashed in Holly's head and she didn't know what to do. She had come so far already, she had to go through with it for something that would embarrass them both for the rest of their lives.
She could feel his fingers in her long dark hair. What was he going to do? Why was he holding her head like that?
But then suddenly when her lips were only inches away from the shiny bulbous tip of his cock, he pushed his young hips toward her upturned face, laying the wet, sticky underside of the throbbing head in the small valley formed by her closed lips. Then he placed one thumb under her tiny nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly out ward until his prick pressed softly through her stretched full lips and came to rest against her bared teeth, her lips forming a puckered furrow along its length. Then he flexed his pelvis slightly back and forth until small droplets of cum seeped from his throbbing hard cock-shaft, warmly lubricating her pouty lips surrounding it.
Holly was astounded by the taste of Robbie's cum. She didn't know quite what to make of it, but she did know she liked it. She liked the delicate piquancy of it, the musky masculine odor of it; it was erotic, and rare and wonderful! She eventually found herself licking off each new droplet, then swallowing hungrily. Cum was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted in her young life!
Holly groaned as the tiny darting spear of her tongue flicked out, licking off his cum-juices as if in a dream. The warm breath from her nostrils blew on the throbbing bridge of his cock and made him quiver all over with desire. Her lovely young body made him fantastically restless; he had never in his life seen such gorgeously billowing tits as those on the heaving chest of his girlfriend.
Looking down into her apparently sleeping face, he could see small rivulets of his cum fluids running slowly out of the corners of her mouth on either side, dropping like tears on her rosy cheeks. She was probably imagining she was dreaming, and instinct had taken over from there. He wanted to shoot right up into that slender white throat and watch as she gulped it into her, the little Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each new gush of the hotly flooding juices.
He reached one hand down and gently stroked upward over her rounded snow-white belly that shone so pristinely in the blue light of the moon. He smoothed over the magnificence of her voluptuous young tits, then underneath her firmly molded throat. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. Far lovelier than anything Robbie had ever seen or ever hoped to see. She seemed to be made for fucking. Her whole being was sexually enticing; he wanted to touch and fondle her to his heart's content, forever maybe. She was sexy down to the very atoms in her naked body.
With the thumb and forefinger of his left hand he reached over and pushed her lips more tightly against his lewdly throbbing prick between them, gently continuing his slow sawing motion. The other hand moved over her softly trembling tits, tweaking the taut little nipples between his fingers until he could feel them hardening mechanically under his ardent caress.
Holly shifted slightly under him, unable to repress the soft happy moan that echoed from the subtly suctioning lips. Her boyfriend's hard young cock was more wonderful than anything she had ever tasted, and the resilient feel of its rubbery head between her lips was putting her pussy in a turmoil. All logic had fled, all she wanted was to know more, more!
Suddenly, Robbie seemed to pull back slightly, aware that the naked young nymph lying before him was behaving a bit more awake than could be reasonably expected. His lurching young rod fell from betwon her gently nibbling lips and down over her chin, leaving thin threads of white stickiness trailing behind it.
Holly felt startled as the delectable cock was removed from her ardently searching young lips. Her thighs rustled uncomfortably, rubbing in thwarted desire against each other as she pressed them back together. It was maddeningly difficult to keep up this pose of being asleep. She was beginning to feel a real excitement and an insidious warming in her own loins. She could barely control her urge to cry out with her hot, hungry, newly awakened desire.
Robbie stroked his fervently throbbing cock thoughtfully, finally reaching down and running his other hand softly over his girlfriend's increasingly quivering tits. And then, his heart pounding savagely in his chest, he found his dream goal, the wet velvety folds of her urgent young cuntlips below.
Holly writhed tumultously and groaned with well-aroused lust as his fingers contracted her insistently tingling pussy mouth. Her body had become squirmingly alive, under the magic attention of his strong hands, which were now stroking her flesh into a hot sheet of single-minded desire as tiny goose bumps spread over her sensitive teenage nakedness.
She knew she would never be able to resist him. She wanted him to climb up on top of her quickly and assuage this terrible new thirst! Quickly! Her body ached for his cock inside her, filling her up, ached to be touched gently and teasingly as he was doing now!
So this was what it was like to be titillated until one went out of one's mind with desire! She understood now how he must have felt as she sat in front of him on the beach all summer, almost totally undressed, her vulnerable virginity tantalizing but just out of reach. Because now it was Holly wanting desperately for Robbie to send his prick shooting up inside her. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her as she knew men fucked women and to quiet that frightening thunder that was building up deep, deep inside her churning loins from that maddening play of his young fingertips on her nakedness.
Her tongue ran absently around her moist tremulous lips, savoring the sticky, pungent taste of the strange moisture that had painted them so glossily. The fresh young masculine odor of his cum wafted through her flared nostrils and she breathed it deep inside her quivering body. It did strange things to her, that odor and taste like an aphrodisiacal balm, lighting titillating fires in her tiny tautening nipples and causing a throbbing in the nerve endings of her hot tight pussy. She could feel dewdrops of her juices forming between her open legs, as the exposed hair-lined lips of her cunt began to contract slowly and spasmodically, palpitating wetly against each other.
Then, suddenly, she could no longer keep her moans in check. "Ooooohhhh, Robbie ... oh, yes, rub me ... rub me like that ... oooooohhhhhh...."
Her teenaged boyfriend was at first startled, then he looked at her closely to be sure she wasn't dreaming. "I'm sorry, Holly," he said huskily, "but I want you, I've wanted to fuck you all summer ... you've known that, haven't you ... did you, Holly? Did you know, and do you want me too?"
"Oh yes, Robbie ... I want you to teach me everything, I want you to show me ... oh, yes, yes, fuck me! I want you to!" the young girl cried, nearly out of her mind now with the burning flames in her cunt.
"Holly, my own Holly...." he said, lying down beside her on the sand. His beautiful girlfriend had said she wanted him to screw her. He knew she had not been asleep and was not dreaming, and he knew that no matter what, he would have her. He would fuck her before any other man fucked her. It may never happen again after this, but tonight they would not forget for the rest of their lives.
Holly squirmed in agony, her copper hair flailing on the sandy beach. She felt helplessly caught in the deep sharp pricks of lust that were dancing through her young earnest flesh.
Robbie was moving between her legs, crouched on all fours, above her tender young body, gently pushing her unresisting lithe thighs apart. He moved between them, his knees pressed against her ankles and his warm breath coming just a few tantalizing inches above the hair-covered vee of her spread open pussy. His mouth watered as he looked down at the becoming little slit rotating sensuously, expectantly just below his lips. He stared in lustful fascination at the thinly glistening furrow that started at the bottom of her smooth white belly and trailed along through the rounded half-moons of her asscheeks pressed tightly down into the sand.
Through half closed eyes, Holly could see her boyfriend's shadowy form crouching between her opened legs. She could feel the strength of his hands pushing flat against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her virginal little cunt was open to him to do as he willed with it. She watched with bated breath as his head lowered slowly, slowly, and then....
"Oooooohhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhhh!" she breathed huskily, her pelvis jerking into his face. "Robbie ... Robbie, oh my precious Robbie."
His soft groping lips closed over the silky mound at the base of her belly, his face indistinct in the semi-darkness, vanishing entirely from her view in the soft dark fleece as he wetly kissed her virginal pussy, his tongue flicking lizard-like at her quivering cunthole.
It seemed as if she was no longer able to control herself, to still the raging desire in any way. Her hands began to move sensuously down her undulating belly, coming to rest oh either side of his obscenely embedded face. Her tentatively trembling fingers stroked for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, then slowly spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of her wetly gushing pussy-furrow apart, allowing Robbie's thirstily lapping tongue still greater access to the warm, wetly pulsing pussy flesh.
She cried out involuntarily, as her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side. Robbie's hot, searing tongue shot out, its madly flicking tip encircling her quiveringly erect clit. Then his lips sucked ravenously, drawing the soft warm folds deep into the furnace cavern of his mouth, his tongue continuing its obsessed licking against the straining pink bud of her clit.
Holly groaned from deep in her throat as her boyfriend's fiery probing tongue worked its way down, down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her narrow pussy slit, starting at her lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her hotly clasping cunt and into the crevice of her snugly flexing asscheeks where it paused momentarily to do a wet prodding homage to her tightly puckered little asshole.
Soft mewling sounds escaped lewdly from between her passion-clenched teeth, and Robbie worked all the more hungrily from hearing them. He could feel her silky young pussyhairs brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks and a feeling of deja vu swept over him. He had for so long dreamed of having his beautiful young girlfriend under the ministrations of the ardent twisting of his tongue that it was as if it had all happened before, as indeed it had, a hundred times in his dreams, ever since he had seen her on the beach at the beginning of the summer. She was the most delectable girl he had ever seen. And now, now at last it was really happening and she was loving getting her pussy licked as much as he loved doing it. Every sound that broke from her throat served to urge him on, and his tongue drove all the faster as it worked its way up and down her steaming hot crevice. Now his mind was going just a little wild, and he wanted to hear her begging for it when he fucked it to her-and she was undoubtedly almost at that point.
He had never seen anyone so hot as this lovely young girl, contorting her voluptuous body so agonizingly above him. She wanted him to fuck her, much more than he had realized? Robbie felt her hands clawing at his blond hair, guiding his face toward the palpitating cunt. He rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it titillatingly, then quickly withdrew it again to tease around the edges of her expectantly eager pussy.
By now her hands were firmly clamped against the back of his head, pressing his face in deeper. Holly's head had thrust backward as her loins rose off the bed and up against his urgently licking and sucking mouth. As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue deep up into it, bringing a low guttural moan from his gorgeous girlfriend whose thighs were now closing so convulsively around either side of his lewdly moving head. He could feel the velvety flesh slip moistly around his extended tongue as the walls of her invaded cunt opened and closed in a depraved little sucking motion, attempting to pull his face deeper and deeper up into her pussy. It was as though her thirsty bearded little pussy mouth wanted to pull his tongue out by the roots and devour it alive. Her heels pushed down against his back, pressing him into her hungrily engulfing cuntwalls until he couldn't breathe, with her hot, wet pussy like a clinging mask of desire over his face. His nose was pressed tight against the tiny tingling nub of her clit above, breathing in her lust-juiced essence, which was flowing in passion-flowering abundance. This excited his cock to a hardness he could no longer control; he had to fuck her now or he would explode all over the damn beach.
Holly's loins were in such a combined state of turmoil and ecstasy that every muscle in her burning young body seemed to be straining up toward the maddeningly lingual probe that was working so excitedly between her quivering legs. She had never expected that anything in the world could feel like this; it was as if she were dying, being consumed by flames of beautiful ecstasy.
Her updrawn legs opened and shut around the wildly tormenting head between them that was licking so lovingly at her fire-seared pussy. The cords of her neck stood out, straining ferociously as she pulled with all her strength at her boyfriend's blond hair mingling with her own dark pussyhairs.
"Oh, yes, Robbie ... suck me ... lick me ... it's wonderful!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and wider over his back to give him greater access to her cunt mouth.
Robbie moaned and held her legs behind his knees, moving them gently up to his shoulders, sliding smoothly up her soft tender body at the same time.
His rigidly throbbing young cock brushed tantalizingly against her wetly tangled cunthairs as he planted his hands on either side of her creamy white shoulders, with her ankles now locked tightly around his neck. He could see down between their bodies her whitely trembling asscheeks exposed with the thin vertical mouth of her curl-fringed little pussy, so tender and virginal and untouched. Her narrow oval cunt-slit was visibly clenching and unclenching with desire-heated anticipation, the warm, moist furrow held apart by the pressure of his thighs jammed so tightly up against hers.
Holly felt delirious with desire. She saw her boyfriend, wild now with sexuality, hovering above her, and she could feel the stiffness of his thickly pulsing cock lying the full length of her hotly quaking little pussy-slit. God, why doesn't he fuck it in? she screamed in her head. Her passion-dimmed eyes blinked with emotion in the darkness. She had to have it inside her, she was aching for it, she would die if she didn't have it fucking her up inside!
But the jerking head of his cock merely rested massively between her widespread asscheeks, gently insinuating itself up and down, up and down in a maddening tease that caused her to grind her naked pelvis salaciously upward against it, her hungry young cunt yearning for its huge, blood-filled tip.
Her pale soft hands reached down underneath the grinding cheeks of her ass to grasp the full length of his cunt-splitting prick, and Robbie groaned softly above her as she stroked it softly in mute reverence. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing between her palms and the slippery juices that trickled down in warm thin droplets from the heavily jerking head. She guided it ardently up the nakedly spread crevice of her ass, not allowing it to lose contact with her hotly tingling flesh until it was poised like a cannon barrel between her pulsating cunt's saliva-slickened lips.
And then the almost passion-crazed young girl held it there with one hand, the other on her boyfriend's ass, drawing with all her strength to pull his massive cock into her cunt and let it drown the gnawing heat that was flaming out of her control within the boiling confines of her uninitiated belly.
It was all Robbie could do to keep from fucking forward and impaling her on his heavily aching cock with one long, cunt-splitting thrust. But he had to wait, it had to be absolutely perfect for her, he had to be worthy of the prize. Would she suffer afterwards, or would he in some way be able to make fucking better for her for the rest of her life? He knew it would hurt at first, breaking her hymen and initiating her into womanhood. He had never screwed a virgin before; how should he do it, fast and hard, slow and easy? His hesitation, each moment of delay, was adding more delightful agony to his cum-churning balls. He decided to fuck her fast and hard and spew out his white-hot juices deep up within her begging young cunt.
They both gulped, and then Holly felt the lips of her hot, quivering pussy being pushed apart. The tight-rimmed snugness resisted for a moment and then gave way under his steady insistent pressure. She wanted to cry out for she had not expected pain. Robbie pushed and grunted, a tone of regret in his voice for the pain he was about to cause her. When suddenly the hard rubbery tip met her hymen she thought she was going to die from the exquisite electricity which coursed through her burning young flesh. She resisted mechanically, emitting a long low groan of desire from deep in her throat. Robbie moved hungrily and brutally against her. His cock was being squeezed by her tightly resisting little pussy, and in his ears her long scream echoed as if from a great distance. Shoving his hands under the tautly clenched curves of her ass, he gripped her strongly and shoved forward with everything he had. Her moaning became a fluttering gurgle of pure joy as the walls of her cunt split wide, then closed in again to milk caressingly around his deeply plunging cock.
"Oooooohhhh, Robbie, aaaahhhhhhh!"
Suddenly his lust-inflamed prick was all the way in to the hilt, his cum-filled balls spanking with a lewd sound into the split of her ass. He groaned, the cords of his neck muscles straining with super-human tension. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his young body and kicked high into the air.
Her shapely young body was pinned to the sand, impaled on her boyfriend's cock like a helpless little butterfly in an insect collection. With each jerk the lust-bloated head seemed to shove deeper into her, even though each time before she felt she had been filled to the very limit. His outstretched arms pinned her shoulders snugly to the beach, his solidly planted knees held her thighs wide apart. She felt as if her body were being ripped down the middle and that this giant impaling prick embedded in her belly would destroy her, but she didn't care, it was marvelous! His fiery plunging rod felt as though it might come out her throat as its blood-filled head bumped her cervix with a mind-jarring thump, causing her head to buffet back against the sand.
Robbie looked down at her face, so contorted with the intense pain and pleasure of virginal screwing, she was barely recognizable. Her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading in incoherent whimpers from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his moving hips. Looking between their coupled bodies, Robbie could see their pubic hairs tangled together, the base of his young cock flat against the hotly throbbing little pussy-furrow that his tongue had licked to a slippery hunger just short moments ago. The snug lips of her desire-seared cunt were stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer rim clasped tightly around the turgid base of his cock like a rubber band.
He held her there for a moment, savoring the illicit, erotic moonlit sight of his own sensationally beautiful girl impaled on his heavily throbbing cock, lost deep within her tender untouched little cunt, her curvaceous white belly heaving with emotion and lustful desire.
Holly squirmed beneath him, feeling the hot searing presence of his prick deep up inside her, flexing her cunt muscles against the hugeness which seemed to cause it to throb into even greater rigidity in her no longer virginal passage. She could feel its every fleshy ridge and pulsing vein, and her nerve endings transmitted its description to her ecstatic brain in minute detail. She felt as if her loins were going to sing out loud from sheer pleasure, and yet, at the same time, there was the wracking pain, a pain that was gradually subsiding.
And then it seemed as if it were a live thing moving around up inside her! The massively throbbing tip pressing against the cervix, the thin ridges along its length, the feel of his heavy cum-filled balls against the crevice of her ass, everything seemed to be a part of her! She was one with it, and in spite of the pain, her tongue began a hungry licking at her lips. They were covered with his cum and her nostrils flared again, drawing the pungent odor deep into her lungs, mingling with the feeling of his cock deeply planted in her belly. It seemed to roll together in one great fiery ball of aching desire, and her cunt contracted involuntarily as her body and mind began racing out of complete control.
"Please, please, please, Robbie ... do it to me ... do it!"
He didn't move his body but flexed his cock slightly, causing her to moan with delight. He flexed again, watching with lustful fascination her desire-contorted face within its frame of moonlit black hair. She whimpered futilely, her mouth hanging slackly open, her eyes shut tight. Then there was a sharp intake of breath as he expanded his cock again, intoxicatingly stretching her virginal pussywalls. He watched as her nostrils began a hesitant flaring in time to the slow teasing throbbing of his deeply embedded prick, soft, mewling sounds of pleasure slipping from her lovely full lips.
"Urrrrrgggghhhhh!" she groaned happily, her eyes rolling with primitive desire.
And then her urgent answering throbs began to clutch spasmodically around the head of his cock as her wetly clasping cunt flesh undulated rhythmically around his pulsating member.
Robbie could scarcely contain himself as her groans and mewls of pleasure resounded throughout the beach. Her head was lolling from side to side on the sand as her hips began an inciting roll beneath his huge, cunt-stretching cock. He clenched his teeth together to regain control as he felt her hungry nibbling pussy screwing itself up tighter against his slim young pelvis.
Within Holly's wide-stretched cunt, all remaining pain was giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began deep in her womb and seeped relentlessly through every raw nerve ending right down to her toes. It rippled through her hungrily devouring pussy like fire across her thighs and along the full length of her wide-splayed legs and out the tips of her little curling toes. It worked its way up from her contracting belly through the rib cage and out the tips of her palpitating nipples which peaked into tiny hard buds. Rivulets of perspiration ran down the sides of the sensuously billowing mounds of her tits, soaking the sand beneath her squirming back.
Holly rotated her hips abandonedly around her boyfriend's young, hotly throbbing cock, groaning with pleasure as she did so. The hungrily contracting muscles nibbled greedily at the pulsing head. Then the dilated lips of her hair-covered slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding wetly down his prick for several inches, and then nibbling their way slowly back up, buffeting her soft cunt curls snugly up against his pubic hair. Robbie was wide eyed and delighted as her quivering young, body pumped up and down on his rigid cock.
He looked down with his blue eyes filled with lust as her cunt pulled down off his cunt-moistened shaft, and then he responded by pushing the velvety folds back up into her so his moist shiny length was swallowed whole back into her salaciously devouring pussy. He let her strain against him momentarily, watching with delight the utter abandon of her features as they contorted with lust. Then her reactions began to come faster as the tempo of her cunt-grinding became more furious. Her teeth bit hard into her lower lip, and he knew that she was straining to cum. The milking juices of her pussy were flowing warmly around his cock-shaft, and there was a wet, sucking sound in the night air as he quickly fucked his nakedly spread young girlfriend as though there were no tomorrow. Her back arched off the sand, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees, and her hips began to hump faster and faster until finally she threatened to buck him right off her body.
"Oh Robbie ... I ... I think it's happening. I think I'm ... cumming!" she moaned out and bit down hard on her tongue as her toes curled tightly, and waves of sensation began spilling up through her loins and out ward like an invading army through the open and vulnerable field of her heaving belly. Then, suddenly, with a deep-throated groan, her burning young body began shuddering. Seeping warm cum spewed out from the throbbing, tightly locked passage around Robbie's deeply fucking prick, drowning him in its slippery warmth and trickling down the crevice of her whitely quaking asscheeks over his balls which were slapping wildly now down against the tiny puckered circle of her asshole.
With this he seemed to go insane. With her body still jerking in the throes of savage virginal cum, he reached back and grabbed her ankles and pushed them back over her shoulders until she was wound up like a ball with his cock screwing in and out of her cunt like a drill. Her knees were forced back over her shoulders to touch the ground on either side of her head, and her widespread little pussyslit opened up completely to his prick.
Something had snapped inside the teenage boy's head. He had no idea who she was, he didn't care; all he knew was that this was the best fuck he ever had, and the boy thudded his belly against hers with a hard, wet, smacking noise that sounded like thunder through the silence of the beach. His lean body pressed hard against the full ripe smoothness of her quivering young tits as he locked his mouth tightly over hers. He sucked on her tongue furiously and then thrust his own probing tongue deep into her throat, stifling her passionate cries of ecstasy. His shoulders pushed against the backs of her calves and kept her locked in the helpless balled-up position as he fucked her with demented energy, cupping the firm spasming cheeks of her ass in his strong hands and kneading their wriggling fullness, pulling her asscheeks wide apart.
By now he was groaning through a series of long hard strokes up into her steaming little-girl cunt which had become wet and slippery from her cumming. He was thrusting in and out with an urgency that signaled her that his own cum was fast approaching.
Holly groaned as her exposed pussy was plundered again and again, almost beyond endurance. She could feel Robbie's hugely pulsing cock fucking up and down inside her warm viscous passage like a flesh piston, and the hot spanking of his balls against her ass was wildly exciting. Her womb flared and the unresisting lips of her hair-lined cunt flowered open under his welcome fucking. Her fingernails clawed a path of red streaks across his rapidly flexing asscheeks as she pulled him as deep up into her as she could thrusting her fleece-covered pussy up over the driving hot hardness of his cock like a madwoman. She sucked voraciously on his tongue still shoving far back into her throat, greedily swallowed his saliva, remarking to herself how wonderful it was. The pungent odor of their fucking filled the air around them and served to excite her more, and her body struggled to complement his rhythm with her own energetic thrashing and humping.
Their grunts, groans, and moans reverberated off the rocks and sand, mingling with the sound of the waves crashing to the shore and of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh. The viscous slamming of his pile-driving prick slid in and out of her receptively welcoming cunt.
"Oh, oh," he groaned. "Oh ... you're beautiful, Holly ... so hot ... love you ... so hot ... oh my lovely hot Holly!" He could feel the white-hot cum building up inside his over-heated balls as they slapped hard against Holly's whitely trembling asscheeks. He was ready ... ready ... he shoved his tongue wildly up into her throat and pulled her widespread asscheeks still further apart, grinding his pelvis mindlessly and ramming his spewing cock all the way to the hilt.
And then, suddenly, Holly could feel the heat of his fiercely expanding prick began to sputter and jerk inside her, the delicious boiling liquid shooting into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around in her dilated belly like streams of molten lava from a hotly erupting volcano. Her cunt clasped his cock ecstatically, reaching a new plateau in cumming from the wonderful feeling of his hot juices shooting up inside her, and then she answered him by spilling her own pussy-juices for a second time up into the already drowning cavern of her quivering virginal passage.
Holly thought fucking was the most beautiful experience of her life. She wanted it to go on forever! Reaching frantically beneath her own squirming ass, she began to milk Robbie's balls desperately to extract all the wonderful liquid from him she could. Her legs kicked out, muscles knotted with tension, to either side of him. His heavily emptying cock continued to jerk out its climax, filling her to the bursting and foaming out between the contracting greedy lips that were so hungrily suctioning his deeply fucking cock up between them.
"Oh, Robbie, you're filling me up with your cum ... oh my wonderful, beautiful Robbie...." she moaned in pleasure, the hot, wet flesh of her cuntwalls sucking hungrily at his throbbing prick until it finally gave one last spasmodic jerk, shooting out its final drop, and began to slowly deflate up inside her belly.
The insides of her smooth thighs were smeared lewdly with his thick, slippery juices. They trickled in thin white rivulets down into the crevice of her ass, forming a dark wet circle on the sand beneath, which was also stained with her virginal blood. The thought of her boyfriend's hot cum inside her was thrilling her beyond measure in a new feeling of completeness she had never known before.
Totally full and content, the satisfied young girl smiled affectionately at Robbie, caressed him and wrapped her hand around his softened cock, forever grateful for the new world he had opened up to her.
Holly sighed as the memory faded. She had never had it so good since. They had fucked like animals all summer and then it had ended as each of them resumed school and their lives got away from the carefree days of summer.
She really owed a lot to Robbie Lake. He had taught her a lot, taught her how to get the most out of fucking and to have as many cocks as she could get!
CHAPTER TWO
Holly waited until the last swimmer had left the pool and then she climbed down from her perch on the lifeguard's chair. She started walking toward the locker room when she felt a sharp stab against her bare foot.
She bent down and, lifting her foot, picked up a small flat stone. She stood for a moment, fingering the rock between her thumb and index finger, and, suddenly feeling an outrageous rebellion, she sent it skimming over the surface of the olympic-size swimming pool. It had been a good throw and the stone flew in a straight, even path a few inches above the water, hurtling directly toward the pool wall on the opposite side from her. Almost imperceptibly, the stone dropped and grazed the water, then it rose up into the air again, and fell, skipping two ... three times before it sank, leaving a pattern of expanding ringlets radiating out across the glassy, sun-sparkled blue water.
Holly stood for a long time, staring at where the stone had disappeared; yet she was not thinking of the stone. Something had been troubling her all day, a vague, undefined edginess which, try as she might to find its cause, was as lost to her as the stone beneath the waters of the pool.
"Is something the matter, Miss Granger?"
Holly whirled around to see Keith Edwards behind her. The handsome young man had his hands jammed in the pockets of a pair of old cut-off blue jeans, and his perceptive blue eyes stared out from beneath a shock of unruly red hair. He had been watching the shapely young brunette for some time, glancing from the inviting swell of her hips, concealed beneath the sun-faded blue of the recreational center's uniform to the sculptured length of her tanned legs, and through her white blouse to the silhouette of two voluptuously billowing tits. Now, however, he was looking at her dark, liquid eyes with concern. "You look sad about something."
"Not really," Holly said, shrugging. "I was just ... thinking."
"Oh," Keith replied, looking down at his battered sneakers. "I'm sorry I interrupted you...."
"Interrupted?" Holly smiled. "That's all right, Keith, you're not interrupting me. I have to go back to the locker room anyway." She paused a moment. "Say, aren't you supposed to be practicing your running?"
Keith Edwards looked back up, but he avoided Holly's eyes, gazing instead at the sapphire blue waters of the swimming pool.
"Believe it or not, I'm through for the day. Ran all over the park today. I was just going to the locker room myself. You need any help locking up the pool?"
Holly couldn't help feeling sorry for Keith. He'd had a difficult time mixing with his contemporaries since he had moved into the neighborhood and started coming to the center, primarily because he was a loner who had little need for others his age. Holly had taken him under her wing until he could find his own way. Normally she enjoyed his company and his quick, searching intelligence, for he was nearly the same age as herself, but the nagging edginess which she felt demanded that she be alone.
"Gee, thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine. I have a few other things to do before I close up."
"Want me to stay and keep you company?"
"No, I ... I need to be alone, Keith."
He furrowed his brow. He could tell something was troubling the usually cheerful girl who was a very popular member of the center's staff. "You sure you're all right?"
"Yes." Holly nodded absently. "I'm feeling a little strange today, that's all."
"Okay." After a moment's hesitation, he turned around and walked toward the locker room set back among the trees a hundred yards from the pool. Holly watched him as he walked. She was acutely aware of how much she had come to like Keith Edwards and felt a pang of guilt for not having sat down and talked with him, as he had so obviously wanted. But she couldn't, not just now.
Holly shook her head, silently repeating to herself, "Yes, I'll be all right." Then she turned and walked quickly away from the pool toward the low, barracks-style building next to the locker room which housed the center's offices.
She followed a shaded trail that wound between the trees to the office, unaware of the brittle crunch her feet made as they padded across the carpet of fallen leaves on the path. She didn't know what it was that was bothering her. It was as yet just an unsettling suspicion that something was wrong, a vague sense of foreboding. And though it had only really surfaced today, she thought it must have subconsciously troubled her all week long.
Several yards away from the office, Holly suddenly stopped, looking up curiously. For an instant she wasn't even sure what had attracted her attention; then, listening intently, she was able to distinguish the sound of a girl's voice coming from the bushes at the end of the building to her right. She waited for a moment, then started toward the source of the sound, unconsciously beginning to tiptoe as she grew nearer.
Then she stopped again as another even more provocative sound came to her ears, catching her breath. Though she couldn't be certain, she thought she'd heard a girl's giggle-yet a specific and disturbing kind of giggle, lusty and sensual. After a moment, she continued, even more cautiously, and after ten paces stopped once more at the corner of the building, craning her neck carefully to look around the corner into the bushes.
Holly could hardly believe the shocking sight that greeted her. Sitting on the ground in a clearing right in the center of the shrubs was Denise Layton, the pleasingly nubile young daughter of the councilman who had started the whole concept of the Recreational Center. Denise always spent most of her free days at the center, generally doing nothing but flirting and flaunting her well-developed body at any boy she could. Flanking her were two older boys about Holly's own age, Steve Roland and Mike Slade, who had attended the same school as Denise and who were known to Holly as troublemakers. Though it seemed almost too shocking for Holly to even imagine, the two guys were simultaneously "feeling up" the sensuous young blonde.
Muted by her own surprise, Holly stared wide-eyed as Mike pulled the young girl's shirt up over the white skin of her belly.
Another giggle issued from the teenager's throat, but she made no move to stop him. Then Holly almost gasped aloud as Mike lifted the shirt up to completely expose the young girl's softly billowing tits. She was not even wearing a bra, and in spite of her young age, she was surprisingly well-developed. Her tits stood up with almost bursting firmness, needing no support, and the contact with the air had caused her pink little nipples to swell to instant rigidity.
To Holly's further astonishment, Steve Roland reached down with both hands, almost the instant the swollen, nipple-peaked mounds were exposed, to eagerly cup and massage them, his fingers tweaking teasingly over the ripe little nipple buds to cause further giggles and shrieks to purr from the young girl's lips. And before Holly had time to absorb that shocking development, Mike moved back into action with even more stunning effect.
"Hey," he said laughingly, pushing one of Steve's hands away. "Let me get in on this too." Then he bent down quickly to plant a wet kiss on the nakedly swollen little nipple.
"Ohhhh!" the blonde-haired girl moaned, her eyes widening and face flushing crimson as she peered down, watching Mike begin to hungrily suck and lick at the tingling little bud even as Steve continued to stroke and massage the other nakedly upthrust tittie. Then he also stopped and began to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin of the young girl's neck and blow softly onto the tender little lobe of her ear.
For a few moments longer the girl unprotestingly let both boys kiss and fondle her tits at will. Then she gently pushed Mike's face away and in a quick motion pulled the shirt back down over her titties and over Steve's hand, which still remained lewdly upon them.
"Hey, come on, Denise," Mike said, "pull your shirt back up."
The blonde shook her head, another giggle bursting from her lips. "No," she said in a gusty voice. "No, we can't. Not here. If I'm even seen here...." She let the words trail off, the consequences speaking for themselves.
"Then tonight," Mike said, looking down at her eagerly. "Why don't you meet us in the pool equipment room tonight?"
The young girl hesitated. The equipment room was a safe place to make out. All of the young people who used the center knew that. It was easy to break into and was so full of equipment that it was hard to make out any bodies from their surroundings. She peered back at Mike, a lewd grin still on her soft pink lips, debating the proposition in her mind as Steve continued his own obscene cAress of the vibrantly swollen flesh up beneath her tight-fitting shirt, his lips and tongue continuing to wander hungrily up and down the tender skin of her neck. Then the blushing girl's gaze descended wantonly to her own lower body as Mike placed one of his hands on her inner thigh just above the knee and moved it slowly upward toward the loose-fitting legbands of her blue shorts.
"Come on, Denise," he repeated. "Whatta you say? You gonna meet us tonight?"
For a moment longer Holly remained looking through the bushes, stunned to immobility by her shock and indignation at the sight of the two young men's hands roving freely over the passive girl's voluptuous body. The obscene display held her spellbound. She seemed to have even forgotten to breathe, and she hadn't the slightest idea of how long she'd stood there staring at them. Then suddenly she bolted around the corner and stood looking in through the shrubs. As they saw her, the three young people gasped in surprise."
"What is going on in here?" she asked in a quivering voice.
No one answered. They gazed back at the swimming teacher in shock almost as great as her own had been when she first stumbled upon the lurid scene. Her eyes met Denise's with a mingling of compassion and anger, then with only anger, and she shifted her gaze to encompass the two young men.
"I asked you what is going on in here?" Holly asked, trying to conceal the trembling in her voice.
"Nothing, Miss Granger," Steve Roland said.
"That's right," Mike echoed. "We weren't doing anything. Just talking."
"I know very well what you were doing," Holly hissed. "Now pick up your things," she continued, gesturing with her eyes toward the carry-all at her feet, "and get out of these bushes."
The young men hesitated but an instant, then quickly Steve reached for the carry-all. Holly wasn't even sure when it had happened, but somehow he'd managed to extract his hands from beneath Denise's shirt. Moving even more swiftly, Mike passed him on his way out of the bushes. Rising and smoothing her shirt as she came out, Denise started to follow as the young men went past Holly.
"No, you wait," Holly said, stopping the young girl.
Denise paused, hanging her head guiltily, then looked up furtively. "We weren't really doing anything, Miss Granger. Honest. We were just fooling around. Nothing was going to happen."
"You must know by now what is very well going to happen if you keep up with that sort of fooling around," Holly said sternly, adding, "and what can happen if anyone else sees you and tells your father about this."
The girl stared at the ground sullenly. "Yes'm." After a moment, she glanced up, her eyes suddenly filled with fear. "You're not going to tell on me, are you?"
"What do you think I ought to do?"
"Please, Miss Granger. I know I let them go too far, but I wasn't really going to do anything."
Holly was silent for a moment, watching the trembling young girl with mingled sternness and compassion. She had been much like this girl at that age. Then she half turned away, looking thoughtfully down at the ground. "I think the supervisor of the center should handle this," she said after a moment.
Ignoring the girl's protest, the swimming teacher started quickly along the building where Warren Friesen had set up an office. Holly's heart was pounding furiously in her tits, and her breathing was hoarse, the air escaping her lips in short, audible gusts. In her mind's eye the shocking picture of the young girl's nakedly exposed, lewdly massaged titties hovered with stark clarity, a compelling, almost savagely disturbing vision.
Though she couldn't quite understand why the event should have had such an effect upon her, it seemed the dread that had gnawed at her all day long and, more subtly, for the past several days, had begun to sort itself out from her other feelings and was making itself felt in a very hungry way in her little pussy.
Warren Friesen leaned back in the rickety canvas-bottom chair until his shoulders touched the drab olive wall of his office, then he propped his feet up on his desk. Looking out the window from where he sat, he could look past the end of the building to the pool and the locker room where one of the center's custodians was kneeling over a pile of life preservers and checking them to be sure everything was safe for the afternoon swimming class. Warren could feel the warm afternoon sun beating down on him through the windows, and he closed his eyes, expelling a soft sigh. This was his third summer as supervisor of the Bay City Recreation Center, two more than he had expected to survive, yet when he'd been asked to take the job again this year, he hadn't been able to refuse. Suddenly he heard the hurried footsteps approach, a knock on his half-opened door. A nervous voiced called his name.
"Warren?"
He opened his eyes and saw Holly Granger standing in the doorway.
"Well, hello, Holly," he said, taking his feet off his desk and turning around to look up at her deeply troubled face. Then, in spite of himself, he let his eyes drop quickly to the hugely inviting swells of her tits, pushed up high together by her tightly constricting bra.
Warren had never concealed his interest in Holly. During the first few weeks she had worked at the center, he had tried to find an opportunity to get her alone, but for some reason he'd had no luck whatsoever. He knew he wasn't a bad-looking man, and he had his share of women on the string. He'd finally concluded the reason for her constant refusals must be either that she was on the rebound from an unpleasant experience, or that she had someone fucking her in the city, whose existence she had denied when Warren inquired, but who had kept her happily satisfied and to whom she was trying to be loyal. Yet, despite his lack of success, Warren had kept Holly Granger in the back of his mind, and he still liked to think that one day, maybe one day he might get his hands on that voluptuously flaring ass of hers.
He sighed again and looked back up at her strained face. "What can I do for you?"
Holly averted her eyes, and Warren could see the trembling of her full pink lips as she tried to find the words to speak. "It's those two young men," she said finally in a quivering voice. "Steve Roland and Mike Slade."
"Oh really?" Warren said unenthusiastically. "What are they up to now?"
"I found them behind some bushes with Denise Lay ton." She paused, looking almost desperately into his eyes. "Warren, I honestly believe that if I hadn't shown up when I did, they would have raped her."
Warren stared silently at the sensuous brunette for a moment, then he stood up and walked out of his office into the reception room. A moment later she heard his voice boom out over the center's public address system. "Mike Slade and Steve Roland to the supervisor's office immediately!"
As he came back into his office, Holly looked up at him. "You're not going to have them come over here now?" she asked nervously.
"Yes. Of course I am," Warren said, watching her evenly as he sat back down.
The two of them waited in tense silence until, a few moments later, the two young men rounded the end of the building, their faces immediately paling at the sight of the swimming teacher.
"All right, boys," Warren said. "What's this about you and that girl-Denise, was it-behind the bushes?"
For a moment neither of them answered.
They looked shamefacedly down at the floor, fidgeting with their hands. Then Steve lifted his eyes cautiously. "Aw, shit, Friesen. We weren't doing anything wrong. We were just fooling around with her a little."
"Yeah," Mike said. "She's the one that came down here. We were just flirting with her when Miss Granger saw us and got the wrong idea."
Warren looked back at the voluptuous brunette. She hesitated for an extended moment, and when she finally did speak, her voice bordered on the hysterical.
"They were not just 'fooling around,' " she said. "They had her shirt up ... around her neck, and she wasn't even wearing ... a bra. She might as well not have been wearing anything above the waist."
Holly's voice trailed off swiftly. Steve Roland jerked his head sharply up toward her, and for the briefest instant the young man's eyes met hers. It was an exchange of the most subtle nature, and Warren could not nearly have fathomed its ramifications during the short time of its passing; he had only an inkling. Then Holly looked back at him.
"They weren't just 'fooling around,'" she repeated. "I wouldn't have brought it to your attention if it had been ... that simple."
The brunette waited for a moment longer, looking incomprehensibly distraught, her face almost as white as her flimsily clinging blouse that out-lined the lush curves of her tits. She was trembling all over, and it looked to Warren as if any minute her dark eyes might truly become liquid and fill with tears. She bit her lip, as if she were about to say something else, then instead turned abruptly and walked out of the office.
Warren returned his gaze to the two young men. "Is that true? She was not wearing a bra?"
Steve nodded. "Yes, sir."
"She have nice tits?" Warren asked with a smile.
Their eyes shot up to his, then nervously, Steve replied, "Yes, sir."
Warren watched the two thoughtfully for a moment before asking his next question. "Tell me one other thing."
"What, sir?" Mike asked.
"Was she like that when Miss Granger saw you?"
"Sir?"
"Did you have her shirt pulled up when Holly ... er, Miss Granger first saw you?"
Steve frowned, looking sharply at Mike, who gazed back knowingly. It had been a long shot, but from the expressions of comprehension on the two young men's, faces, Warren knew he was on the right track.
"No, sir," Steve said at length. "When Miss Granger saw us, Denise had already pulled her shirt down. She only let us keep it up for a little bit, but that was a few minutes before Miss Granger came."
"That's what I thought," Warren said with a nod. He sighed, looking back out toward the swimming pool, his mind tossing back and forth this strange little aspect of the incident, still unclear and vague but nonetheless the single most intriguing factor of Holly Granger's personality that had come to his attention during the time he'd been acquainted with her. Then he turned back to the boys and sighed again.
"As for you two, I guess I should banish you from the center for a few days or put you on clean-up duty. But I'm not going to. If I hear anything like this happening again, I'll call the girl's father. And believe me, he'll take care of you two better than I ever could. Do you understand?"
They nodded.
"Good. Then get out of here before I change my mind."
CHAPTER THREE
Holly was restless; she had tried doing some paperwork but had not been able to concentrate. Finally, she had just decided to leave and go home. Only first she had to check the pool area to be sure it was secure against any trespassers during the night.
The vague trepidation she'd felt even before her shocking encounter with the two young men and the half-undressed girl in the bushes had found its focus in the lewd encounter. And now Warren knew that she'd watched more of the episode than was necessary; and Steve knew it too. She'd seen that much from the look in the young man's eyes, both outside Friesen's office that after-. noon and later, when she'd seen him in the locker room. Now it seemed Warren too had been aware of the same thing.
Holly stopped for a moment and stared at the huge swimming pool, reflecting the half circle of the moon. There was a deck chair perched on the edge and she walked over to sit down on it. Suddenly she decided that she wanted to swim-no, she needed to swim, needed the cool water flowing around her body, erasing the confusion she had been feeling ever since this morning; she wanted to put things back in perspective.
Looking around her carefully, she made sure no one was around, and she quickly took off her clothes until she was standing naked in the silver moonlight. As she stood poised on the edge of the pool, ready to dive in, her glance dropped briefly to her naked body which looked milky and soft in the moonlight, then to the fully rounded swells of her tits trembling softly in the night air.
Abruptly, Holly shifted her gaze, feeling embarrassed even in her privacy and solitude at the way she'd been looking at her own body. She'd been so on edge today that the shocking incident she'd witnessed and the humiliating episode that had followed outside Friesen's office had completely unnerved her, and she didn't like the way the whole incident made her pussy itch for cock. She felt a need, distant and gnawing, still vague, yet nonetheless profound. She had been so wild about fucking ever since her early teens. After Robbie had fucked her so thoroughly that night on the beach, it seemed as though she couldn't get enough of it, her pussy positively ached for cock and more cock.. At first it had not mattered who she let screw her, she had been a real nympho, but then she had realized that there should be more to sex, a more personal commitment to one's partner. Hell, she had even found that when she liked the guy she got a bigger cum when he fucked her. After that, she had slowed down, been a little more selective about her partners in bed, and though she found it difficult to go without the cock she had been used to and had so enjoyed, it was worth it. Why, it was almost as if the longer she held out against her raging need, the better getting screwed was. This time, however, she hadn't been fucked since before the previous Christmas, and she could feel her cunt throbbing emptily.
But there hadn't been a lack of opportunity. Even Warren Friesen, whom Holly did not find unattractive, had made several offers to accompany her out on the town or to help her clean up the pool at the end of the day. She had no doubt in her mind what he would have expected that to lead to, and once or twice she might even have been tempted. But she'd steadfastly refused, simply because the emotional attraction didn't exist between them.
Holly sighed deeply; she raised her arms and dove neatly into the water. She glided half the length of the pool, feeling the water caress her naked flesh sensuously before surfacing, and again her gaze descended down the length of her voluptuously contoured body, moving past the swollen mounds of her floating tits and her slender, girlish waist to the provocative valley between her relaxed thighs.
Holly sucked her breath in softly, her eyes narrowing. It seemed that only now was she hit by the full impact of the shocking but undeniably arousing incident she'd witnessed earlier. She'd hardly been aware, until that episode had brought it into focus, of her all too urgent need for a man's prick. During the past several weeks, she now realized, the need had manifested itself in other ways, in loss of appetite, irritability, and so forth. Now every inch of her flesh tingled with the wanton desire that had been unleashed in her. In lewd montage with the lust-inciting vision that hovered still in her mind's eye came little teasing wisps of recollection of the touches and caresses of men she'd been with in the past, like the water that was caressing her naked body. Now that all seemed so long ago, and her lust and need took on a nostalgic quality, yet seemed for that all the more poignant and demanding.
It was almost unconsciously that Holly yielded to the temptation to trail her hand down to the hugely floating mounds of her tits. She felt her nipples swell in the water with the contact of her hand, and she sighed again, swaying her hips sensuously in the water, feeling them wiggle. Her breath came in slow hoarse gusts as she began to gently knead and massage her tits. Then, still without really thinking about it or admitting what she was doing, Holly's hand moved lower down toward the smooth golden flesh of her belly.
Another deep sigh escaped her lips as she slowly trailed her hand down the sensitive skin of her belly to the softly curling strands of her pussy. Holly's body stiffened at the first stunning contact of her middle finger ov-r the warmly twitching little bud of her clit, and for a brief moment she held her finger motionless there upon the little bud as an unwelcome tremor of longing coursed slowly outward from her loins, saturating her sensitive, lust-tortured flesh with its warmth. Again she recalled the compelling sight of Denise Layton's desire-contorted face as they pulled the shirt up to completely expose her naked tits. Now she knew clearly why the incident had disturbed her. She'd so identified with the young girl, had in her own secret lust felt a bond between them; and then, as now, the desire she'd seen in that teenage girl's face seemed to mirror her own deepest and most profound inner feelings. And to Warren Friesen and to the two young men outside in his office, her reaction must have seemed like that of an hysterical woman, hysterical with her own secret need.
Slowly Holly's hand began to move, the motion still virtually unconscious, the warning signs surging through her flesh unheeded. Her fingers flicked faster and faster over the urgently pulsing little clit bud, sending small waves of water upward to sway her tits sensuously. She moaned softly at the titillating shocks of delight that shot out from her loins with the teasing contact of her finger on the ripe little bud, her asscheeks undulating sensuously with the movement, and her darkly curling pussyhairs floated like some obscene type of seaweed. Tenderly her fingers parted the hair-fringed lips of her cunt and spread the smoothly flowing cunt-juices up and down the lust-tortured slit, mingling them with the soothing, caressing waters of the pool, causing a strained whimper to issue from her throat.
Holly continued the obscene self-caress unthinkingly for a moment longer, feeling her growing desire flutter in her belly as she further intensified the lewd stroking of her pulsating clit. Then with a sigh of shame 'and frustration, she stilled her hand again, feeling her body stiffen as she realized that she was about to fingerfuck herself.
Ever since she was a teenage girl not much older than the sexy young blonde who today had helped unleash Holly's wild passion, Holly had felt a torturing guilt whenever she was on the verge of resorting to fingering herself to obtain her release, a guilt instilled by her mother who had once caught her thrashing in the bathtub with her self-induced lust. Even now, in her privacy in the deserted swimming pool, she felt as embarrassed and ashamed as she had then, and though her mind always screamed that what she was doing was warped and perverted, she had always ignored it because her body was so hungry all of the time. And this time was no different. The need had been building secretly in her body for so long, and now that it had emerged, her lust was like a hot ball of fire in her cunt, and she had to have some kind of relief, no matter how degrading her subconscious felt it was.
For a moment longer, Holly waged her hopeless battle with temptation. Then with a soft whimper of submission she arched her smoothly rounded asscheeks forward against the water as if offering the voluptuous nakedness of her burning loins to Poseidon, the God of the Waters, and plunged her hand between her hotly throbbing thighs. A shiver passed through her as her finger came back into contact with the lewdly pulsing little tit of her clit, moving downward again to slip her fingers up and down along her pussy-slit. Her fingers worked the hair-lined lips wider apart and began to probe teasingly up into the softly clasping inner flesh, sending further obscene shocks of pleasure and need to dart out over her lustfully quivering body.
Her mind almost blotted out the guilt that had welled parallel to her rising lust as Holly wormed her middle finger slowly up into the resisting tightness of her desire-heated cunt. She knew there was no way to stop herself now. She would never be able to have any peace if she didn't do something to quell her mind-consuming lust. Moaning distantly she burrowed her middle finger deeper, her thumb rubbing swiftly at the hotly throbbing tip of her clit as her hips swayed even more against the water, and she sank her finger to the flat of her palm into her softly parting cunt flesh. Then with an even more insane whimper she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewdly writhing undulating of her body in the pool, fingerfucking with smooth even strokes in and out the tightly caressing lips of her pussy.
A stream of desperate moans and pleadings issued from Holly's throat as she began to fingerfuck herself in earnest. Her eyes and teeth clenched and she thrashed her body savagely from the obscene lust of passion that consumed her. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips, and her fingers fucked swiftly in and out of her tightly clasping pussy lips, her thumb working with maddening effect on the pulsing bud of her clit.
Her face flushed as the love-starved swimmer strained for the still distant cum, groaning in lustful frustration and worming her finger even more rapidly in and out of the quivering warmth of her cunt. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her long dark hair wetly back and forth across her back as she intensified her maddening fingerfucking rhythm. Then she lowered her head, gazing down between the wetly trembling mounds of her naked tits under the water to the perverse sight of her own hand moving eagerly up and down between her wildly scissoring thighs.
Again she recalled the expression on the young Denise Layton's face as Mark Slade had begun to push his hand up her sensitive inner thighs below her Levi shorts. Her sense of identification now emerged even more clearly in the focus of her own heightened lust, and in spite of the thrills coursing wantonly through her naked loins and flesh, Holly could not quell the sob that rose in her throat at the shattering realization that above and beyond everything else she'd felt at that obscene encounter in the bushes, she had been envious of the young girl whose defenseless flesh was being so lewdly fondled by the two eager young men.
Now Holly's body was thrashing savagely in the water, her loins jerking wildly as the probing strokes of her fingers worked deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her cunt, creating tiny waves all around her. The lips of her pussy flowered open wider to accept two fingers, and then three, up into her hungrily devouring cunt; the continued frenzied stroking of her thumb over the little twitching bud of her clit almost driving her out of her mind with the obscene passion now pouring through every fiber of her flesh.
Then suddenly her whole body tensed and shuddered, and a series of obscene grunts and moans and whimpers spewed from her lips as she moved her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of her burning loins. Her body fell backwards in a frantic whiplash motion, her legs opening and closing in desperation on the finger that still jerked in and out of the wantonly sucking lips of her pussy.
Already Holly could feel the rising tide beginning deep up in her heaving belly. Spontaneous contortions racked her naked flesh as she hungered and fought for the release she now knew was imminent. Another spasm of obscene delight shook her, obliterating the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise building in her pussy.
As reality began to fade, Holly immersed herself totally in the delirium of her self-inflicted passion. Standing upright again in the water, she drew her fingers almost completely out of her trembling cuntlips, stroking in an even more rapid motion over her lust-swollen clit to send new, more wanton thrills to swell out from the pulsating flesh of her loins through every inch of her gyrating body. She worked her finger frenziedly back and forth over the quivering cunt bud, sobbing and moaning in urgent supplication as the release she so urgently needed continued to elude her. Then giving out with an even louder moan, she thrust her three fingers savagely back into the trembling little pussyhole.
Holly's tits heaved with the insane tossings of her lust-racked torso as she lunged, jerking with the wild little spasms of sexual delight flowing spontaneously out through her loins.
And at last it began, a distant trembling far up inside her quivering pussy flesh that surfaced swiftly in a blinding volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly thrashing body. The lips of her cunt clutched and sucked at her lewdly fucking finger. Her breath rasped in short gasps, and she cried out in delirium, wallowing in her obscene bliss as the lightning-like sensations jolted relentlessly through her.
The whole pool was alive with the splashing of her imminent cum.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh ... ooooohhhh...!" she cried as she continued the rapid workings of her thumb over the still hotly pulsating nipple of her clit until she'd extracted every bit of the obscene pleasure that her body had to offer. Then at last she sank under the water and let the gentle currents float her to the surface again, where she stayed. The little spasms continued to course through her loins for several moments as she panted and gasped to catch her breath.
Then as her delirium faded and reality began to return, Holly almost sobbed with the shame welling up in her tits. With the temporary satiation of her lust, the tormented young swimming teacher could hardly imagine how she'd committed the obscene act of fingerfucking herself in a public place. It was too perverted to even imagine, and she thought she could not have felt more guilty if she had gone out and slept with ten complete strangers at the same time to obtain her sexual relief. And she knew also from her experiences as a young girl that the relief would be short-lived. Fingerfucking could never replace a cock for a mature woman like herself. It was like a drug, habit forming, and she knew she had to find some other recourse. If she let herself do this again, the temptation would only increase the next time. It might even become a regular thing for her, and a substitute for what she knew, intellectually, she really needed and wanted. It was time to find another person she would like well enough to fuck. Maybe this once, even, she would break her rule and let the first guy who asked fuck her!
CHAPTER FOUR
After Keith Edwards had left the swimming teacher at the pool, he had seen her walking toward her office and had secretly followed her. He, too, had heard Denise Layton giggle, and had watched Holly Granger as she stood and watched them from behind a tree. At the time he hadn't known for sure what was happening in the bushes, though he'd been able to guess.
He had not particularly noticed Miss Granger's behavior then. He'd been so preoccupied with what he imagined to be going on in the bushes and with the idea that the two guys he disliked more than anyone at the center were finally going to get caught at something, that he'd paid little attention to the swimming teacher.
But before the center had closed, Steve and Mike, discussing the incident, said, to his shock, that they had not been disciplined by the supervisor. This made him begin to think about the incident again.
Now, as he tossed on his cot, piecing the event together in his mind again, he realized that Miss Granger had stood watching the trio longer than she'd had to. For the fact was Steve and Mike had been feeling up Denise while the swimming teacher watched. And that made the whole episode much more complex-and troubling.
There would have been nothing extraordinary in the swimming teacher's eavesdropping on one of the young people at the center-not when a girl was giggling from behind a bush, nor in her stopping what was happening there; he would have expected that from any of the center's personnel. But as close as he could figure, the interval between the time Miss Granger had first looked in the bushes to when she'd spoken to them was nearly five minutes. She'd watched for that long, when the normal reaction of an adult on finding two young men feeling up a girl would have been to come in immediately and put a stop to what they were doing.
But there had to be a reason she had put off interrupting them that long, Keith concluded rather vaguely during the rest of the day. He had fallen asleep with that thought on his mind. When he awoke in the morning, that was the first thing that came to his head. Though he had already been hazily aware of its significance, it was only then in the clear light of the morning that he was struck by its full impact. It had been getting her too hot for her to stop them! She had enjoyed the whole thing as much as they had, and maybe even a little bit more!
The plan was absurd, Keith knew that, and as he looked at the scattering of sun-sparkles on the pool, he felt his resolve to go through with it slipping.
He no longer had any doubt that the swimming teacher was horny as hell. She was new to the town just like he was, and had apparently not been getting laid. Now, Keith figured, she was probably just about ready for any cock that came along. The episode yesterday had convinced him of that.
But there was a problem: the approach. Keith was still a virgin, and because he had always been so shy, he didn't have much experience in this kind of thing. In fact, he'd never really touched a girl's naked tit before, and he wasn't even sure how one was supposed to get that far.
Yet it was that very thing which had given him the idea for his strange plan. He would make Miss Granger feel sorry for him, make her think that he was so lonely and had never had a girl and was near suicidal about his inability to meet them. Maybe he would even throw in a few lines about not knowing anything about sex. That always got them. But he had to start the conversation first, without raising her suspicions. He couldn't just barge into the pool area and start asking things like that out of the blue. He had to have a reason for being in there in the first place. Otherwise Miss Granger might catch on to his real purpose.
Still everything hinged on her feeling sorry for him and wanting to help. If she didn't, and that was entirely possible, then Keith would have to make an overt move somewhere along the way. If he did the wrong thing, then not only could he get in a lot of trouble, but he'd risk losing the friendship of the swimming teacher he had come to like so well. Hell, she wasn't really much older than he was anyway. Maybe she was within a reasonable age to him that would make just coming straight out and asking her if she would go out with him the best plan. But no, that wouldn't be a good idea; they may have a rule against that and then all of his chances would be gone. He had just better play it as safe as he could.
Keith sighed and looked out at the pool again. What he needed was a reason to be alone with her, a good reason; then he'd just hope he'd have the guts to go through with the plan.
"Hey, Radish-head!"
Keith whirled around to see Mike Slade and Steve Roland standing behind him.
"What'cha doing, Radish-head?" Steve smirked. He had positioned himself directly behind Keith with his feet planted apart and his face contorted into a cruel childish grin.
"None of your damn business," Keith sneered, angry with himself for still being a little bit afraid of these two punks. Hell, he was way out of their league, he shouldn't be afraid of them. But then again he was the new kid on the block, so to speak, and as far as they were concerned, he still had something to prove to them before he would be accepted. Personally, he didn't believe in that sort of thing, but if he wanted to live here in peace, he supposed he would have to put up with it and go along with them.
Steve nudged his companion and chuckled. "You hear that? None of our business."
"Yeah?" Mike answered mockingly, stepping between Steve and Keith. "What'chadoing around here?"
Keith dropped his eyes. "Nothing."
Suddenly he felt two hands grab his shirt and pull him forward. "I asked you what you was doing around here," Mike bellowed in his face. "Now you going to answer me or not?"
"I-I said nothing," Keith returned, wondering what the hell they were going to do next.
"Aw, now, be reasonable, you must be doing something here," Mike said with sarcastic sympathy. "I mean nobody comes here to do nothing." As he said this he moved around behind the youth and, unseen by Keith, winked at Mike. "Bet he came over to look at the naked girls in the locker room.
Dirty little peeping torn."
"Gee, I think you're right," Mike said, gripping the boy's shirt tighter. "Came to look at the girls, did you?" he said with a sneer and shook him, then he glanced back at Keith with a scowl. "Bet you never even saw a naked girl. Never even fucked a girl, have you?"
"Ha, he ain't never fucked a cunt!" Mike sneered.
"Nooooo!" Keith moaned. "But so what. There are more things in life besides screwing!" he said defensively.
"You're a virgin!" Mike yelled, pushing the youth backward.
Before Keith knew what was happening, he had tripped over Steve and fallen to the ground. "So if a man can't fuck, he can't do anything, huh? Is that what you guys think?"
"Yeah, that's what we think," Steve said, standing up again. "Tell me something you can do that could match anything I can do." He kicked some dirt at the young man on the ground in front of him, then burst into laughter. "Tell us one thing!"
"All right, I could swim rings around you!"
"Oh yeah, well then, let's go and find out right now!" He started toward the pool.
"Hey, wait!" Keith said, trying not to panic. "I can't go now. Later, next week."
"Great! We'll be there. You better be ready, virgin, or you're going to get clobbered," Steve said menacingly. "Hell, he'll get clobbered anyway," Mike said, laughing.
They were still snickering as they walked away.
Keith Edwards sat dejectedly on the ground, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into. He was going to be in a swimming race next week! Jesus Christ, he didn't even know how to swim!
"Keith, what's wrong?" Holly Granger cried as she rounded the corner of the building and saw the young man sitting on the ground.
"Mike and Steve were here and I think I just jumped into the fire!"
"Mike and Steve what?" Holly asked somewhat vaguely, not understanding what he was talking about. For some reason, she felt herself stiffen at the mention of the two names, but the sensation passed quickly, and she turned her thoughts to what he had said about jumping into the fire.
"Here," she said, "let me help you up and then you can tell me about jumping into this fire of yours."
As Keith stood up, he glanced up to see the swimming teacher, looking down at him questionably. Her huge tits were straining against her blouse, and Keith sucked in his breath nervously, feeling a strange constriction in his throat. He had suddenly realized that this was the perfect set-up. Those two clods Steve and Mike had done him a favor. His swimming race was his ticket to solve the problem that had occupied his thoughts for months, that of getting his first piece of ass. But until today it had only been a dream. He had to give Steve Roland and Mike Slade credit for it, though. If it hadn't been for them he'd still probably be sitting on the ground worrying about how he would get beautiful Holly Granger alone. But they'd solved that for him. Now, if he used the right approach, and his stupid plan worked....
"Now tell me what happened," Holly said as they began to walk toward the pool area. "If those two young men have been bothering you we'll have to do something about them. You know they have a record for trouble around here."
"Th-that's all right," Keith said. "They didn't do anything to me."
Holly paused and looked up at the young man walking alongside her, smiling tenderly. She felt a sudden urge to take him and hold him to her, almost as though she wanted to comfort him for the cruelty she knew he had suffered at the hands of the two other boys. But she knew it was more than that. She really did like Keith Edwards.
"Really," Keith said, "they just said some things to me, that's all. I tripped all by myself."
"Are you sure they didn't hurt you?" Holly asked.
"Yeah, really." He glanced back up at the swimming teacher, then started walking back toward the pool. Oh God, she had big beautiful tits!
"All right," Holly said. "I think I have a few things you could help me out with at the pool if you have time." She stopped as she came to the wire gate surrounding the pool. She took the keys out of her pocket, her asscheeks swaying enticingly beneath her shorts at the movement.
She knelt down in front of the lock to unlock it, and Keith noticed that he could see the crotchband of her white nylon panties beneath the shorts and a few stray strands of her soft, dark pussyhairs curled teasingly out from beneath it! He squirmed, and Holly glanced up at his face. "I always seem to have trouble with this lock."
"Oh," Keith said, hiding his eyes. He could feel his body burning with the anticipation of what he was about to do. But his resolve was beginning to slip again and he was no longer sure he could make himself go through with it.
Finally, when she had the lock open, she stood up and gazed at the youth. "Say, Keith, remember yesterday?"
Surprised, he looked up. "Yes...?"
"Well, I'm sorry about the way I acted. I really...."
"That's all right, Miss Granger," Keith said sheepishly. "It really didn't matter. I was just a little lonely."
"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you," Holly said tenderly, "I will."
Hardly believing his ears, Keith stared at the beautiful swimming teacher for a moment, then he swallowed. "Anything?"
Holly laughed sweetly. "Well ... just about."
Keith stared at her for a while longer. "Uh ... there is something."
"What, Keith?" she asked in a warm, generous voice.
"Wellll...." Keith knew this was going to be the most difficult thing he'd ever tried to do in his life, but now he had to go through with it. If he didn't, he'd never be able to even compete in the swimming race with Mike and Steve, let alone get to be alone with Holly Granger long enough to fuck her. And for that matter, if he didn't prove to himself he at least had the guts to try to get laid, he might be a virgin for life. "There's something I wanted to ask. That is, if you have enough time."
"You won't know until you ask," Holly said encouragingly. "What can I do for you?"
Still Keith hesitated, his eyes cast down to the ground. Then he took a deep breath. "I have to learn how to swim. See, Mike and Steve found out that I was still a virgin," he said finally in a stumbling voice.
Holly almost gasped out loud. Her eyes flared wide open and she stared at the young man. In spite of everything that had happened yesterday, culminating in her committing what, for her, was the most shameful act of fingering herself in the pool, Holly had succeeded today in maintaining a facade of composure. After the temporary satiation of her own secret and obscene lust, she'd been able to get a good night's rest. And thus far today she'd been fortunate enough to avoid both the two young men she'd found fondling Denise's tits in the bushes and Warren Friesen. She'd even managed almost to pretend that none of the disturbing incidents had happened. But now in one fell swoop all her composure had shattered.
"But Keith," she said in a trembling voice, "why are you telling me that?"
Keith hung his head shamefully. "I guess 'cause I need your help. I haven't been able to screw a girl yet so they said I wasn't a man."
"But that's silly, of course you're a man. Don't you know that already?" Holly inquired, feeling a ray of hope.
"No, ma'am," Keith lied with a look of utter innocence. "Everyone's always told me that you aren't really a man until you've ... well, you know ... fucked a girl!"
"Keith, don't listen to that. A man's not measured by the cunts he's screwed," and quickly added, trying to change the subject, "now, what is this thing about jumping into the fire?"
"I challenged Mike and Steve to a swimming race to prove I was a man," Keith said quietly.
"But that's wonderful. I don't see what your problem is with that," Holly said, unable to quell the tender emotions welling in her tits as she thought of the dilemma Keith must face in trying to cope with the teasing his peers were going to give him about being a virgin at his age.
Keith shrugged, fidgeting with his hands and looking down at the floor. "Well, I grew up in the city, never even left my hometown before I moved here. I guess what I'm trying to say is that Steve and Mike got me in a corner and I challenged them to the race ... but that's a problem." He hesitated a moment. "I can't swim!"
Holly sighed, looking warmly down at the youth. "Well, Keith, I guess you're right about being in a bind. That will be doubly worse for you if they find out you're a virgin who can't even swim!" She smiled understandingly.
"I think I can help you solve your problems!"
"Yes, Miss Granger?" Keith said, looking up at her huge tits hopefully.
Holly's heart was racing with wisps of excitement surging wickedly in her chest at the prospect of helping such a cute and sensitive young man as Keith Edwards. She was going to give him more help than he had ever bargained for.
Holly led the way to the dressing room.
"Keith, go into the men's locker room and get into your suit. I'll change into my bikini and meet you in the pool. The first thing I'll do is give you a swimming lesson."
"Okay, Miss Granger," the young man replied.
Five minutes later she stood in the shallow end of the pool, the water up to her waist, and held a float. Keith waded out, and as she patted the board with her hand, he lay down on it on his back, eyeing her expectantly.
Holly tried to smile, then flicked her tongue from her mouth to moisten her full, sensuous lips as she prepared to begin.
"Hummmmmmm ... hmmm ... where should I start, Keith?"
The young man took a deep breath. He could see that Miss Granger was excited, her cunt was probably all hot, and he was beginning to feel more manly though he still didn't want to get his hopes too high just in case. Golly, he didn't want to be too disappointed!
"I don't care about learning to swim...." I want to know how men and women ... fuck."
Holly couldn't contain the burst of nervous laughter that issued from her throat at the shocking remark. "How people fuck? Oh, Keith, that's so ... so innocent of you!" she added, again bursting into almost uncontrollable laughter. "Better you learn to swim ... here ... kick your feet."
"Well, tell me how they do it," Keith said courageously. "I don't know anything about fucking ... I really don't even know what the difference is between what men and women have. Experience-wise, I flunk."
Holly drew in her breath hoarsely. "The male sex organ is called the penis, Keith. Now, if you've asked me this question, do you need an explanation of its erection? The female, in turn, has a cunt. This is a big void hole. In the act of sexual intercourse the man's penis is stuck into the woman's cunthole. The male creams ... cums ... and if the female happens to be ovulating at the time and the male sperm unites with one of her eggs, that will cause her to become ... aah ... with child."
"There seems to be more to it than that," Keith said. "Jeeeez ... I mean, what does that have to do with kissing and playing with chicks' tits and all those things the guys talk about?"
Holly flushed and she was unable to resist another nervous laugh. "Oh, Keith, you really are making this hard for me. Naturally there is so much more to it than that, variations, different ... uuh ... fucking ... positions. There are different ways for men and women to stimulate each other. .And the whole reason, I suppose, aside from making babies, is for the two partners to attain a mutual cum."
"What's a mutual cum, Miss Granger?"
Holly shook her head, watching the young man through narrowed eyes, unable to believe his innocence. "That's when both partners cum at the same time."
"And how do you do that?" Keith asked. "See, that's what I want to know, is how you really fuck."
"Keith!" Holly gasped. "You really are making this hard on me now." She paused, staring down at the water; then sighing, she splashed some of the water on her bare stomach.
Keith was so nervous he could hardly sit still. Crap, he'd never so much as even made a pass at a chick, and now he knew this was his big chance. Miss Granger's hot cunt was obviously excited, and in spite of all his anxiety, he knew he had to make his move while she was holding the float for him and was so close to him. If he didn't, he doubted if he'd ever be able to forgive himself.
With a trembling hand, the excited young man reached up toward one of Holly's fully swollen breasts. She wasn't even aware of his movement until his hand came right into contact with her voluptuously rounded tit-mound. "Ooooooaaaahhhh!" She started so violently that Keith drew his hand back as if he'd touched a red-hot branding iron.
Holly stared down in shock and dismay at the innocent young man who lay virtually paralyzed on the float, his face pale. She caught her breath, her own lips trembling as she glared down at him. She was so stunned by his blatant audacity that for a moment she couldn't even find the words to speak. She cast her own eyes downward, watching the inviting rise and fall of her huge, succulent titties, heightened by her hastened breathing. She still couldn't believe that Keith Edwards had done what he had ... nor did she know how to react to it! She felt at once appalled and excited. The episode had taken on an air of unreality in her mind, and she wasn't quite in control of herself.
"Shit, I didn't mean anything, Miss Granger," Keith said in a halting voice. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I ... Jeeeeez ... I just wanted to know what a woman's tits felt like for once!"
Holly lifted her eyes slowly back to the cute young man. For some reason her whole body was tingling, little shivers coursing delightfully over her flesh. There was a lewd fluttering in her pussy and her heart was pounding furiously. Again she was lewdly reminded of yesterday's eerie chain of events, beginning with the shocking sexual scene she'd witnessed in the bushes, ending on the solitude of the deserted pool when for the first time in years she'd committed the sordid act of fingering her own hot pussy until it came! But whatever satisfaction she'd derived from that depraved and shameful act had only been temporary. Today, back here in this same pool, her forbidden desire had reawakened, even more compelling, an alien, surreal force that loomed larger than all her self-control! Maybe she should have been angry at Keith Edwards for his shockingly overt move of feeling her hot and trembling titties, but she was unable to react in the way she knew she should ... all she could think of now was the shame and embarrassment he must be experiencing, which she could see clearly evidenced in his crushed countenance.
Oh, God-, he looked so forlorn, so rebuffed, and she couldn't help but hope she'd mistaken the meaning of his shocking action a few moments ago! Her hand trembling, Holly reached out slowly and touched the reclining young man's face; then, her fingers working lightly through his wet hair, her palm moved down to rest on the back of his head.
"Ooohhh ... ooohhh ... Keith ... Keith...." she purred softly. "What's the matter? You never did anything like that before! You've never ever in your life fucked a pussy?"
Stunned, Keith yielded as she pulled the float closer toward her. Holly bent over, flicking her tongue out to moisten her full, voluptuous lips in a mischievous gesture. The young man watched with a mingling of apprehension and anticipation as his swimming teacher leaned her face even closer to his. God! He'd never felt so awkward and ashamed in his life as he had a few moments ago after he'd reached out and blatantly touched her huge, fantastic titties right on the berry, and during those brief minutes as she'd stared at him in shock and anger, he'd decided he must have been a complete fool to ever come up with such an outlandish scheme. Then she'd changed completely. The anger had left her face, to be replaced by an expression of warmth and tenderness and something else Keith still didn't even want to name in his own mind. And now it looked like she was about to kiss him right here in the pool, or something ... and then an involuntary purr issued from the soft contact of his chest against the lustfully swelling fullness of her nakedly quivering tits as she nuzzled her face affectionately down into his wet hair.
Holly didn't know what had come over her, but now she couldn't stop herself ... she just had to hold him for one minute, to kiss him, to touch him, to feel his body against hers ... and then with a soft moan, she turned the nervously trembling young man's face up toward hers. She caught just a glimpse of surprise in his eyes before she bent her head down and covered his lips with her own mouth, breathing softly into his and parting her own lips wide to flick the tip of her tongue tantalizingly in between his teeth.
Keith stiffened in shock as Holly kissed him right on the lips. Christ! He could feel her huge nipples pressed hard against his chest and she was breathing heavily, her body trembling. This was the closest he had ever been to a person of the opposite sex, a gal, excepting his mother, of course. But this was no motherly kiss. God, it felt as if the swimming teacher was about to suck his tongue out by the roots, and even if he hadn't known the first thing about sex, instinct would have told him that she was really getting hot now!
Another soft tremor of excitement coursed through Holly's body as Keith's hands moved cautiously back up to touch her waist, then trailed slowly up her sides beneath her arms, lightly brushing the hotly heaving swells of her huge titties. Holly could feel the electric excitement exuding from Keith's trembling body, and she knew what she was doing was crazy ... she was leading him on! And Keith's response to her cock-hardening embrace could only be one of sexual arousal ... but she couldn't stop! Her tits were just bursting with all the love and emotion that welled up in them for this innocent young man, her naked flesh quivering with her own forbidden craving.
Another distant purr rising in her throat, Holly removed her lips from Keith's snuggling her face against his cheek and blowing softly into her ear. Now she didn't resist as one of Keith's hands slipped between their bodies to eagerly cup and massage the ripely rounded firmness of her tits, hardly protected by her flimsy bikini top.
"Miss Granger," Keith gasped breathlessly. "God, will you show me what you were trying to explain before? Will you show me how to do it ... h ... how ... to ... how to fuck?"
Holly could hardly believe her ears! Yet now the blunt request, which ordinarily would have shocked and angered her, prompted a much different reaction. The lust in her cunt, her compassion for this naive young man only grew beyond everything she could do to control it, and the delicious sensations coursing through her entire body only made it more difficult for her to resist the temptation that must have been growing secretly in her subconscious all summer and only in the last couple of days had emerged out into the open.
"Please, Miss Granger," Keith went on desperately, knowing now he had nothing left to lose by trying. "Ohhh ... ohhh ... Jeeeez ... will you do it with me ... or pull your bikini panties down and show it to me? Show me your ... your ... pussy?"
Still purring softly into the young man's ear, letting his hands continue to move freely over her straining tits, Holly shook her head. "No, Keith. No, I can't ... I just can't!"
Holly was hardly even aware as Keith took one of her hands and pulled it gently downward. Only when it was placed right down on his lewdly throbbing hard-on that tented the crotch of his swimsuit did she realize what he was doing. Then another shock coursed through her cunt as his other hand dropped from her tittie to worm its way up her soft-skinned inner thighs toward the loose cuntband of her short, barely protective bottoms which hardly protected her already wetly seeping pussy lips.
Keith was so excited he could hardly stand it! He still wasn't sure how he'd gotten himself into this, and every move he was making now was completely out of character for him. But he didn't care any longer ... the excitement of playing with Holly Granger's huge naked tits, and having her hand resting on the pulsating hardness of his prick, the sheer thrill of working his hand under the pussyband of her bikini were almost more than Keith could take. His virginal cock was so hard he thought it was going to burst out of his swimsuit, and if he didn't get to fuck Holly Granger after all this, he thought he was going to go-out of his mind!
With concentrated effort, Holly managed to pull away from the innocent young man and retreat a step backward from the float where he lay. She stared down in disbelief at the stunning sight of her own body. In his attempt to work his hand up the pussyband of her bikini, Keith had managed to nearly pull them halfway off her hips and now, beneath the thinly revealing panties, the soft wet brown hairs of her pussy were exposed, nestled so invitingly between her thighs. Then her eyes lifted slowly to the wide-eyed young man who still lay on the float, watching her hungrily. Her gaze found focus on the lewdly bulging hard-on in his suit, then moved slowly up to his pleading face. She bit hey lip, her flesh burning with the unleashed desire coursing through her pussy. She shook her head in a negative response to Keith Edwards' pleading eyes, but was still unable to quell the welling cock-hunger in her own body, and she knew it must have looked to him like a feeble gesture indeed.
"But Miss Granger," Keith begged, "you can't stop me now. You just can't. I want to fuck you so bad I can hardly stand it."
Holly watched the young man in desperation. She knew he was right, for it had been she who began this! And now she couldn't believe she had gone so far. Keith must be half out of his mind with unfulfilled desire, and if she left him hanging like this, she was no better than a heartless cock-tease, or worse!
Besides, she rationalized, it might be good for him to finally become a man.
"Will you let me fuck you?" he repeated.
For another short moment the battle was waged in Holly's mind until she hit deliriously upon the insane conclusion as to what she was going to do to relieve the frustration she had so inadvertently caused him.
"Okay, Keith. If you promise you'll never tell anyone about this."
"I won't tell. I promise I won't tell anybody. Honest to God!"
"I can't let you fuck my pussy, Keith," Holly said softly; "even though I want to, I can't."
"I don't understand...."
"But I know I can't leave your prick all hard like it is either, after we've gone this far."
Holly slid her hand slowly down her own body to the bikini bottoms and pulled them up again. But in her carelessness and confusion, she didn't quite accomplish her purpose. When she stepped back toward the float, the elastic cuntband on one side was still down near her thigh, and Keith could still glimpse some brown pussy-hairs curling wetly out, and he stared at them, bug-eyed, as she placed one of her hands on his forehead to press him down on his back on the float.
Holly knew what she was about to do was sheer madness as she moved down, her hip by his head, but at least she could console herself with the fact that she wasn't going to be doing it for the satiation of her own selfish sexual needs. As much as she would have liked to demonstrate what she'd just had a difficult time trying to explain, she had no intention of letting Keith fuck her cunt. She was not going to exploit an innocent young man for the satisfaction of her own naked desires no matter how much she might be tempted by the prospect. But by the same token, she wasn't going to leave that huge delicious hard-on.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Keith Edwards stared up at Holly, lying on his back on the float, with even greater astonishment, she deftly pulled up the elastic waistband of his swimming suit and, trying to stifle the urgent moan rising in her own throat, reached her fingers inside the crotch.
Holly felt Keith's hips jerk in sudden excitement as she closed her hand around the already eagerly throbbing hardness of his cock. She worked the suit aside to expose the resilient flesh to her touch and free it to protrude upward in lewd, mouth-watering invitation.
Holly moistened her lips, gazing hungrily down at Keith's nakedly throbbing prick. "I'm going to jack you off, Keith."
Keith frowned in disappointment as the swimming teacher lightly touched the sensitive skin of his prick, beginning to draw it slowly up and down from the naked head along the smoothly pulsating shaft. Though the caress of her fingers on his cock felt better than anything he'd ever experienced in his life and was beyond even comparing with the way it felt when he jerked himself off, he still wasn't going to be satisfied just to have her hand-jack him. Though he was tempted. The prospect of actually fucking Holly Granger still frightened Keith, no matter how desperate he was to get his first piece of pussy. But letting her jack him off would be taking the easy way out, and he was determined not to do that right now.
"But Miss Granger, please!" he protested, his voice strained and quivering hotly.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Holly asked, watching the expression on the young man's lust-contorted face as she increased the up-and-down motions of her hand on his erectly throbbing prick.
"Of course it feels terrific!" Keith gasped. "But I want ... Miss Granger, I want to fuck your cunt!"
A lustful shiver coursed swiftly through Holly's near naked body at hearing those blunt words, but no matter how much she might have desired to let him fuck her, she knew she couldn't. If she gave in to her temptation today, she would never be able to control herself again.
As Keith continued to jerk and splash on the float, Holly further increased the smoothly skinning up-and-down motions of her hand on his nakedly jerking cock, feeling it surge even larger in her fingers with the young man's wildly spiraling desire. Again she licked her voluptuously full lips, and even more urgent cravings shot through her own body as she saw the little glistening drop of cock-juices that appeared in the glans-slit at the tip of Keith's prick. Then slowly she decreased the movements of her hand, softly squeezing the lust-inflamed hardness and gazing down in completely wanton anticipation as an even more insane, more intriguing idea invaded her consciousness. God ... she'd never felt this way in her life, and she knew that what she was thinking of doing now could have even more disastrous consequences than the relatively minor act of jacking the young man off. But once the idea had entered her mind, she couldn't get rid of it. The prospect was so warped, so perverted, so fascinating ... so exciting!
"Ooooohhh ... Jeeeesus...!"
Keith was groaning and splashing in lustful frenzy between the delicate manipulations of her fingers on his sex-crazed cock. Holly knew he was enjoying what she was doing to his prick, but she could see the shame and disappointment that lingered in his face even beyond his rising excitement. And she knew that even by making him cum with her hand, she would be in a sense humiliating him. There was an inherent degradation in what she was doing to him now. She was the aggressor, he the passive receiver, and that wasn't what she'd intended. For no matter how stimulating it might be physically for Keith, the act of creaming as she, his swimming teacher, watched and assisted, would inevitably be psychologically humiliating for him.
Slowly, Holly ceased the movements of her hand. She couldn't do it to him. She couldn't shame and humiliate him this way. And short of indulging her own perverted lust, of using his innocent body for the satiation of her own warped desire, Holly could think of only one other way to give Keith the satisfaction his body demanded and let him retain his dignity at the same time. Then her hand dropped slowly away from his erectly throbbing cock.
"Miss ... Granger?" Keith gasped, his body twitching and jerking in frustration, his rigidly pulsing cock visibly flexing as the contact was completely ceased.
"I know this isn't fair to you," Holly said softly. "So I'm going to do something else. I know a better way to make your prick cum."
"Are you going to let me fuck your cunt?"
Holly couldn't stop the light, playful giggle that sprang to her lips. Then she shook her head. "No, Keith, I told you I wouldn't do that." She paused, smiling wickedly down at him on the float and licking her lips in lewd anticipation. "But I'm going to let you fuck my lips."
Holly hesitated, relishing the look of shock and anticipation on the young man's face at her lewd use of the words. Then, her own desire surging almost as wildly as his at the thought of offering up her mouth and lips for his sensual pleasure, she leaned slowly downward. Again she took the desire-swollen hardness of his virginal cock in her hand, guided it upward until it was pointed directly up at her face. Inches away she paused and opened her mouth to breathe softly over the glistening little glans, her fingers resuming the obscene up-and-down skinning to prompt further excited grunts and groans from the astonished Keith Edwards. Then, Holly flicked her tongue gingerly from her lips, the saliva-wetted tip coming into wantonly shocking contact right upon the throbbing head of his prick!
She circled the tip of it slowly about the rubbery flesh, listening with keenly rising passion to his excited moans, feeling his hips twitch spontaneously from the arousing little licking sensation. The tip of her tongue found the little opening of the slit at the end and greedily licked up the little shining droplet of eager pre-cum, the sharply pleasing taste only further increasing her own hotly building hunger and want. Then her hands slipped softly to the base of the pulsing shaft as her lips parted to take just the hotly jerking head up into the warm, wet moisture between her lips.
A low sigh escaped from Keith's lips as Holly planted moist kisses around the jerking cockhead, continuing to play and tease him, yet still refusing to actually take the tingling prick itself down the side of the straining rod of flesh, then again flicked it back all the way up the slender moistened shaft. Then with a sudden deep groan, Keith reached up into her long dark hair, holding her face against his cock as he thrust his hips eagerly upward, shoving the full length of his hotly twitching cock between her lips and slithering it all the way down her tongue to the back of her throat.
Holly gulped, giving out with a muffled whimper of mixed delight and protest at the sudden shocking invasion. It had almost choked her, but she took a wanton masochistic pleasure in his sudden display of aggression, surrendering her lips willingly as she felt the wildly palpitating head of his prick crush relentlessly into the moist tenderness between her warm lips.
Keith trembled as he felt the swimming teacher close her lips warmly around the hard-fleshed shaft of his cock, now taking almost the whole length into her mouth. As the young man began to hunch up and down on the float, Holly surrendered her lips even more willingly to the satiation of his obscene lust. Again and again she felt the youthfully swelling hardness fucking up into her hotly yielding mouth, the excitedly throbbing head plunging deeply onto her tongue to embed itself far into the back of her throat as he squirmed his loins even harder into her face.
With a wanton whimper she closed her eyes and began to work her head up and down in a lewd little bobbing movement over his cock, swishing her tongue wildly around the sensitively pulsing head as she started to suck in earnest.
Holly was losing her inhibitions, throwing herself body and soul into the task of sucking Keith's cock. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She now longed for the delicious cream in his balls, and was determined not to waste a single drop of the precious, life-giving jism. She concentrated all her efforts toward that end, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat, yielding up her softly willing mouth totally for Keith's pleasure. Her lips were stretched tightly by the violating rod of cock flesh, and her bent-over position beside the float made the strain on her neck and shoulders almost unbearable. But she didn't care. She sucked ravenously, further intensifying the frenzied bobbing of her head over his loins.
"Oh, Christ, oooooohhhh!" Keith exclaimed. "It feels so good fucking your face I can hardly stand it ... ooohhh...!"
The young man had never experienced anything like this before in his life, and it was everything he could do to keep from shooting off right this minute into the swimming teacher's obscenely ovaled mouth. The feel of her tongue and lips on the sensitive flesh of his cock was too much, and he knew very soon he was going to lose control.
Then as Holly Granger began to sway and undulate her body with her own frenziedly building passion, Keith became suddenly aware again that on one side, the side by his face, her white bikini panties were still pulled slightly down, and through the near transparent wet material he could glimpse a shadowy outline in the descending valley of her cunt. Staring hungrily at her wantonly writhing body, he thrust his cock even harder into the warmth and softness of her mouth. Then, unable to resist the temptation, he reached out toward her with a trembling hand.
"Mmmmmmmmm...!" she moaned and a shiver passed through Holly's body as she felt Keith's hand move to touch the taut sensitivity of her lower abdomen, worming its way past the elastic cuntband of her bikini.
She gasped around the hotly plunging shaft of his cock as she felt his fingers begin to search and prod gently through the silken curls of her pussy. She sobbed in abandon, her own body beginning to come savagely to life as Keith's hand moved eagerly down between her thighs.
Holly further intensified her wanton cock-sucking, the lewd submission tapping a masochistic course in her she hadn't even known existed. Now every inch of her voluptuous cock-hungry flesh was demanding contact, naked sexual sensation, a physical reward in exchange for the offering of her mouth up for Keith's obscene cock-fucking, and already she was beginning to waver in her resolution to make this act a sacrifice on her part. She needed her own release also. Her whole body was crying out with obscenely welling lust.
Then Holly purred even more urgently around the virginal lip-stretching hardness that ground sensuously up into her tightly ovaled mouth as she felt Keith's hand begin to stroke softly along the straining tendon of one of her inner thighs, teasing her through her bikini now, and it had exited beneath the cuntband to tantalizingly trail a fingernail back up the inside of her thigh toward the lewdly moistened flesh of her pussy, but her complete vulnerability to the young man's hand only further stimulated her now almost uncontrollable passion. Her submissive mewling around the hotly thrusting shaft of Keith's prick intensified, and she continued her fervent sucking as his fingers flicked shockingly back up inside the tight elastic cuntband of her bikini and teased into the softly curling pussyhairs that fringed her urgently pulsating little cuntlips.
Then a muffled moan issued from deeper in her throat as she felt the first shattering contact of Keith's middle finger stroking right up along the slickly moistened slit of her cunt, coming into savage contact with the rigidly throbbing little titty of her clit.
"Mmm ... mmmm ... oooohhh...!" she moaned again as her asscheeks writhed eagerly around in lewd little gyrating motions. Holly felt his other hand seize the waistband at the top of her bikini bottoms and pull them slowly down off the flexing ripeness of her asscheeks. Then an even more violent shiver darted through her cunt as his other finger stroked softly down the forbidden crevice between her asscheeks, running right over the sensitive little opening of her asshole. The exciting contact made her intensify her hungry sucking of Keith's cock, and her head bobbed in an even more wildly frenzied rhythm over his bucking loins, her teeth scratching lightly up and down his resilient flesh and her tongue still swiping and twirling hotly over the palpitating cockhead.
"Oooooooohhh, God ... ooohh!" Keith groaned at the lewd sight of the swimming teacher's face bobbing in obscene submission over his cock, sucking his prick right up between her sensuously rounded lips. Then once more he turned his attention to her near naked lower body and the softly -haired lips of her quivering pussy, the fingers of his two hands moving together to stroke teasingly into the parted lips of her cunt from behind and in front.
Then Holly's smoothly curved asscheeks twitched even more wildly as the middle finger of one hand slipped right up in between her softly fleeced pussy lips, worming slowly and deliberately into the warm, wet flesh of her cunthole, while the fingers of his other hand began to rub the teasing little bud nestled so tenderly at the top of the warm, curl-fringed slit.
"Uh, oh," he gasped, his ass sinking down into the float as he tried to gain control over his maddening need, but the thought of playing with Holly Granger's hot moist pussy even as she lewdly sucked his cock jm was more than the inexperienced young man could stand. He'd never had the slightest sexual contact, though his instincts had taken over and guided him in what to do. But the sensation was just too much for him. He could feel the cum welling up excitedly in his balls, and he knew there wasn't a way in the world he was going to be able to stop it. He was going to shoot off whether he wanted to or not. And if Holly Granger didn't move fast, he was going to cream in her mouth!
Holly felt the sudden increase of the tension in Keith's body. She sensed the even greater urgency of the obscenely thrusting cock between her lips, and she knew it wasn't going to be long until he spewed it out into her mouth. Frantically she began to hunch and undulate her own ass around in the water, squirming the softness of her lustfully tingling pussy flesh back and forth on the finger that still remained embedded far up inside the sensitive softness. She strained to obtain her own desperately needed release in spite of her previous vow.
"Oh God!" Keith gasped again. "I'm gonna cream ... I can't help it. I just can't hold it any longer ... I'm gonna cream!"
Again his ass retreated downward and suddenly Holly realized what he was trying to do. Due to his inexperience, it must have never even occurred to him that when she said she wanted to suck his cock, she intended to go all the way with her masochistic surrender. She'd intended to let him cum in her mouth and swallow it for him! Now the cute young man's display of naivete sent an even more wanton thrill darting through her wildly pulsing cunt; she followed his retreating cock with her lips, clinging to it desperately, again sucking the full length of it almost to the back of her throat. She'd never let a man cum in her mouth before, but she was determined to do it for Keith. She wanted him to cum there ... she wanted to taste his hot white cum!
But as Keith continued to try to squirm away from her, it became apparent Holly was going to have to communicate her wish verbally. The idea that she might want him to shoot off in her mouth was probably completely beyond the realm of his innocently rooted imagination, and she had to let him know so he could enjoy his cum to the fullest.
With a distant-sounding whimper, Holly let the hotly twitching shaft of Keith's cock slip from her lips and raised her head, gazing hungrily up the length of his body at his lust-strained face.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Keith. I want you to cum in my mouth so I can taste it, Keith ... so I can let you watch me swallow it for you."
That did it! Keith Edwards could hardly believe his ears. But the prospect of actually cumming in Holly Granger's mouth was more than he could resist!
With a loud gasp he thrust the throbbing rigidity of his cock violently back up between her full red lips, groaning and grunting in complete abandon as he released all restraints, further increasing the lewd fingerfucking movements into her moistly seeping pussy as he felt the dam give way in his throbbing balls.
A moment later, Holly felt the first warm drop of Keith's delicious-tasting cock-juices come gushing hotly into her mouth. She gulped, her throat bobbing in rapid rhythm as she locked her lips tighter and swallowed desperately to keep from losing a single drop of his youthfully fresh young cream.
And at almost the same instant, the first distant waves began far up inside her own cunt, and sensing what was happening, Keith wormed his middle finger even more swiftly in and out of her ecstatically pulsating pussyhole as he continued to stroke the quivering bud of her clit lewdly with the thumb of his other hand. His own ass continued its wild lunging as her tongue twirled in maddening, wetly swirling circles over his twitching young cockhead, and gurgling sounds continued to pour wantonly from her throat as she swallowed greedily the ceaselessly spurting jism.
At last, with an exhausted sigh, Keith sank his ass down onto the float. Holly closed her eyes, her body continuing to twist and squirm a few moments longer with the shocking waves of her cum before she sagged tiredly against the edge of the float, letting her legs dangle out from under his in the water. Then she gently kissed and licked the young man's already deflating cock, lap ping up the last few drops of cum and her own saliva and pool water from the glistening shaft as the little ecstatic spasms continued to shoot at shocking intervals through her own spent cunt. Then she lifted her head, looking up at Keith's face with a sultry smile.
Keith Edwards looked back proudly at the half naked swimming teacher. After a moment, she straightened up, touching her feet to the bottom of the pool, still gasping to catch her breath, and pulled her bikini bottoms up. Then she reached down and softly touched Keith's completely limp prick. She pushed it back into his swimsuit and carefully pulled them up. Then as she gazed through watery eyes at the cute young man, the seriousness of what she'd just done began to dawn on her.
"I don't know what happened, Keith. I don't know what got into me. I guess my pussy just got too excited."
"I really liked it. I liked it better than anything I've ever done in my life."
"I know," Holly said, looking .down. "I know you liked it and I'm glad." Then she lifted her eyes slowly. "But it can't ... it can't ever happen again, between us. Nothing like that. It was just an accident, and I want us to forget it happened and just be friends like we always were before. Okay, Keith?"
He didn't say anything. He knew Holly Granger was satisfied now, otherwise, she wouldn't be talking that way. Tomorrow she'd be lonesome and hot again, and then he was really going to fuck her. He was still a cherry technically, and after what had happened today that was a condition he didn't want to remain a minute longer than he had to. If Holly Granger had sucked his cock and let him cum in her mouth, she could hardly refuse to let him fuck her. And even if she did try to resist, Keith vowed to persist until he got what he really wanted, his first piece of pussy!
CHAPTER SIX
Holly Granger needs a big thick prick fucked up her cunt, Warren Friesen thought as he sat on the edge of the pool, his legs dangling over the side into the water. The Bay City Recreational Center supervisor took a deep breath and expelled it slowly, feeling the coolness of the night air. For two days now, the same thought had been running over and over through his mind, like a broken record.
It had begun at first as a game, a pleasant mental exercise with which to while the time, but the conclusion he reached, inevitably, at the end of the repetitive process, was always the same. It was a conclusion which Warren, by his own doing, was hammering into his own mind. Holly Granger needed a good cock, and with that repeating conclusion, the process had ceased to be a game. He looked out over the pool, reflecting the stars and the moon. He supposed the idea must first have come to him the instant Holly had appeared outside his office that day with her wild story about Mike Slade and Steve Roland feeling up one of the chicks, Denise Layton. The raw hysteria in her eyes, the angry heaving of her voluptuous tits, must have at least registered in his subconscious. The first suspicion he himself had been aware of had arisen during that exchange between her and Steve, after she'd stated that the guys had actually pulled Denise's shirt up off her tits. But that had just been an inkling still, confirmed only after her exit when Steve and Mike had made it clear that the swimming teacher had not actually barged in and interrupted them until some time after Denise Layton had pulled her shirt back down.
From that time until this very instant, Holly Granger hadn't been far from Warren's mind. He'd never been able to figure her out. Ever since she'd come to the center when she'd adamantly refused to be alone with him, he had been puzzled by the shapely brunette. Now the puzzle had taken on an even more confusing aspect. Because there was simply no reason for a woman as attractive as Holly Granger to be suffering from female hysteria.
Warren stared down at the water as it lapped gently around his feet, then stood up. It had taken him a lot of thought, but he'd finally made up his mind. Sticky as the situation might become, he was going to find out what lay behind the mystery surrounding that little cunt, and if Holly Granger was as hot and frustrated as he suspected she was, Warren was going to do his best to help her.
There was no excuse for a lovely little lady like her to have to feel that way ... especially when Warren Friesen was around!
Her cunt was still tingling excitedly. Holly Granger could still taste the sweetness of Keith Edwards' hot young cum on her lips. She slithered down between the sheets of her bed in the small studio apartment she had rented behind the recreational center. "Mmmmmnnnn...." she moaned, feeling the thin material of her nightie graze the nipples of her titties and tease them into tingling rigidity. She sighed deeply, gradually sliding lower in her bed, then she closed her eyes, laying her head back against the pillow, her hoarse breath causing the fully rounded swells of her tits to rise and fall beneath the covers in rhythmic invitation.
She had gone to bed early, hoping to-blot out the present beneath the cover of sleep. For more than anything right now, she needed to forget what had happened that day. Holly had never experienced such guilt in her life when she sucked young Keith Edwards' cock. Not only was it immoral for her to seduce and corrupt one of her innocent young men, but it was a flagrant courting of disaster. If the word of that got around the center, Holly would be ruined. She would be a laughing stock, the butt of cruel jokes by the other men. If Warren Friesen learned of the incident, he would have no choice but to demand her immediate resignation. And certain people, Holly didn't doubt, would demand more than that-and justifiably so.
Absently she reached under the sheets and smoothed her nightie over the nakedly curved softness of her flesh. Fear of being caught, however, was actually secondary in the young brunette's mind. She trusted Keith; they had been good friends since he first began coming to the center and she knew he respected her. For a young man of Keith's age, keeping secret the fact that the swimming teacher had sucked his cock would be difficult. But Holly thought that if anyone could keep that secret, it was Keith. More poignant in her mind now was the fear that the next time temptation presented itself, she would be even less able to resist it. In spite of the shattering cum she'd received today from Keith's exciting fingering of her pussy, even as he was releasing his white-hot load of cum in her mouth, Holly could already feel the need regenerating itself in her body. It was a hunger and gnawing that would not be quenched, and as she thought back to the masochistic bliss of her salacious cum this afternoon in the pool, she could hardly control the little tingles of excitement and longing that coursed relentlessly out over the scantily clad and goose-bumped flesh of her body.
Holly sighed again as her hand moved along her nightie on the sensitively tender skin of her belly, slowly venturing lower to the inviting triangle of silken brown cunthairs nestled between her thighs. Flushing with shame, she remembered the perverted ends to which she had gone last night to satisfy a lust even more profound, less focused, than the urgent need which now consumed her. Then slowly she drew her hand away. She shook her head, just as if there had been someone watching her, to whom she was making a negative reply. She wasn't going to succumb to that warped lust again. She wasn't going to attain her twisted satisfaction through the obscene act of masturbation. If it got bad enough, she'd let a man fuck her pussy before she did that again.
Holly started suddenly, sitting bolt upright in her bed, as she heard the loud, authoritative knock on the apartment door. The first thought that entered her mind was that it was Keith, and in spite of her apprehension she felt a fluttering surge of anticipation course deeply through the tender flesh of her cunt. But just as quickly as the thought came to her mind, she discounted it, a shiver passing through her body as the harsh knock was repeated. For one thing, Keith Edwards wouldn't knock like that. He never did. For another, she was quite sure he wouldn't leave his place and come to her apartment at eleven o'clock at night. It had to be someone else, but who could it possibly be?
Then Holly sighed with relief as she heard the familiar voice of the director call her name from the door.
"Just a minute, Warren," she gasped, climbing quickly out of bed. She saw her robe draped across the foot of the bed, but in a flash decided to leave it where it was, and virtually ran to the door. It was only after she'd opened it and become instantly and uncomfortably aware of the young supervisor's hungry stare, that she wondered why she hadn't put on her robe, or for that matter, why he should be coming to her place this time of night. And during the brief instant of stillness that followed, she had the most curious and distinct feeling that he was wondering exactly the same thing. Then, almost hesitantly, he moved past her into the small neat apartment.
"What do you want, Warren?" she asked nervously, now acutely aware of her state of near undress, clutching her hands tightly together over her barely protected titties.
Warren Friesen turned, grinning down at the luscious brunette. The short nightie Holly wore came less than halfway to her knees, and he could look through its thin material to the voluptuous curves of her body and to the shadow of silken brown cunthairs nestled between her thighs. In her face he recognized the same expression-frenzied, hysterical-that he'd noticed the other day outside his office. Yet, now, there was something else, and a sixth sense told Warren he couldn't have picked a better time to make his appearance. But Christ, he could hardly just throw himself at her without some kind of warm-up. In his excitement, he'd completely forgotten to make up an excuse for his arrival at her place at eleven at night.
"Well...." He shrugged and smiled. "I was out walking along, and I got to thinking about what happened the other day. I believe the matter warrants a little more discussion on our part, Holly."
Holly frowned, pressing her elbows over the fullness of her rigidly nipple-peaked titties to further protect them from Warren's almost openly leering stare. "But ... this hardly seems the time of night to be doing that," she stammered. "And anyway ... I'd just as soon we forget the whole matter."
Warren chuckled softly. "I'll bet you would, Holly."
She gasped. "What do you mean by that?"
Warren looked down at the floor. He knew that, with the approach he was about to use, if he didn't succeed in fucking Holly Granger, their relationship around the center would be seriously cramped for a long time to come. But by his way of thinking, it had already been cramped. As far back as the beginning of the summer, he'd thought he experienced a certain sexual tension between himself and the brunette swimming coach. He'd tried everything he could to get her to spend some time with him, and she'd never produced a concrete reason for her refusals. And he'd at least thought she was attracted to him. Finally, he'd decided that she was being loyal to another man. But that idea had been shaken by her actions the other day after she found Mike Slade with the Layton girl.
"What do you mean by that?" Holly repeated, her voice quivering.
At last, Warren lifted his eyes, looking at her with a wry smile. "You watched them for a long time, didn't you?"
Holly's eyes flared open wide. A flash of rage went through her, and for a brief instant it was all she could do to keep from slapping his smug face. She glared, furious, her whole sensuously formed body trembling. Then her mind, again with the relentless accuracy of a homing device, zeroed in on today's obscene episode with Keith Edwards in the pool, and in the briefest moment she went from the offensive to the defensive, from rage to despair and guilt.
She looked down, her lips quivering as she moistened them with her tongue. The angry trembling of her body evolved swiftly to violent contortions as the tears welled in her eyes and began to spill down her cheeks in .shining drops.
Finally, she looked back up at Warren, dropping her hands from her chest so that he could see the full, forbidden cleavage of her nakedly rounded tits, and the richly hued little buds of her nipples teased to taut rigidity by their contact with the flimsy material. Her voice choked as she nodded her head. "Okay ... I watched them!"
Warren's mouth dropped open with the sudden change he'd witnessed in the brunette, from anger to guilt, then....
Holly looked at him even now. The brief respites, attained first by the warped act of fingerfucking herself and again today from Keith's lewd fingerfucking her cunt even as she ravenously sucked his virgin young cock, still didn't measure up to what her body really needed. She needed a cock inside her cunt, a real live palpitating rod of lust-hardened male prick up inside her, but filling her like she'd never been filled in her life. And she needed it now, even if it did have to belong to her superior, even if the relationship did complicate her working life.
"You know why?" Holly asked at last.
"No ... no, I don't," Warren stammered, now suddenly on the defensive.
"Because," she said, stepping toward him and licking her full pink lips, "I need a cock."
For some reason Warren found himself backing up until he bumped into a chair, then Holly was against him, kissing him hard on the lips, her tongue worming hungrily up into his mouth as her hands kneaded and massaged his back.
The last thing Warren had expected when he'd come was an aggressive reaction on the part of the sexy brunette. He'd been prepared to coax, to plead, even to force her if need be! It took him a moment before he could shake off his shock and react. But react he did.
The handsome young man clutched her to his body as his cock throbbed into life against her thighs. Slowly, he began to work the thin material of her nightie apart and pushed it off her shoulders to expose the wantonly swollen nakedness of her sensuously trembling titties.
Holly gave out with a low moan, a shudder of anticipation coursing through her hot juicy cunt as Warren pushed the nightie completely down off her shoulders to expose the whole upper half of her body, goose bumped with the excitement tingling in her flesh. She gazed through narrowed eyes down at the naked beauty of her own ripely up standing tits, her breathing hastened as she felt the contact of the air on her already rigid nipples. Then she moaned softly as he pulled the nightie across her hips and let it fall to the floor, completely revealing her smooth flat belly and the little triangle of silken brown pussyhairs nestled teasingly up above her tan line between her milk-white thighs.
"Wow...." Warren whistled softly, gazing down with wanton greed at the revelation of the swimming teacher's voluptuously inviting body. Many a time he'd dreamed about how she'd look naked, anticipated the time he would finally get into her hot little bikini bottoms. But he'd never really thought it would happen. And now it was happening so fast he could hardly believe it!
For a moment longer, Warren Friesen gazed eagerly down at Holly's naked body, relishing the lewd revelation of her naked flesh. Then slowly, he dropped his hand to her slender waist, which turned to meet his hand.
"Let's sit down," Warren said, motioning toward the fold-out bed with his eyes.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." Holly moaned in a quivering voice. Then she turned and walked ahead of him, completely naked, to the side of the bed, lit by a lamp on the table beside it.
Holly turned, her body trembling excitedly, watching with anticipation as the tall man began to eagerly strip off his own clothing, a little nostalgic memory of this afternoon darting through her quivering pussy as he eagerly pulled off his shirt to reveal his muscular chest. He kicked off his shoes, then in a quick motion pulled down his pants and jockey shorts at the same time.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Holly gasped in surprise as the thickly pulsing shaft of his prick loomed up suddenly in, complete and threatening hard-on, the huge bulbous head swollen with blood and throbbing almost visibly. She watched as he grinned and flexed his cock so that the giant rod of flesh bobbed up and down in a lewd springing motion.
"Like my prick?" he asked. "It's my best friend."
Holly sighed, unable to take her eyes off the massively pulsing cock, unable to prevent the mental comparison between it and Keith's smooth slender hardness, which earlier today she'd taken completely, without undue effort, into her mouth in the pool. But Warren's prick would choke her to death if she tried that. She didn't think she'd ever seen a prick this big, not even in Play girl, and she didn't see how a woman, any woman, could take that thing up inside her pussy. Yet, in spite of her doubt, the young brunette swimmer found herself turning that idea over and over in her mind with a compelling fascination.
Then, as Warren stepped toward her, she slithered back down onto the fold-out bed, spreading her legs enticingly.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnn ... oooohhhhhhhh ... my pussy is sooooooo ... sooooooo hot ... mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn...." she moaned deeply, her breath in hastened gusts as she gazed up through smoky eyes at the tall naked man beside her bed. From this angle the awesome size of his lustfully throbbing cock was even more exaggerated, but as Holly stared at it she felt another tingling excitement course through her pussy. She had to have it, even if it hurt her! She had to have that pulsating hardness all the way up inside her, violating and stretching the forbidden tightness of her cock-starved pussy until she could hardly stand it, until she finally achieved some real satisfaction and relief from her outrageous lust.
The lusty brunette lifted her eyes again from the massively throbbing shaft of cock flesh and back to his grinning face-. She lay in helpless surrender before him, waiting, anticipating, yet she couldn't quite get Keith Edwards out of her mind, or for that matter the other two cute young men she'd watched feeling up Denise Layton. And she knew that what she was doing now was for herself. She was using Warren, using his body, for an end all her own that had nothing to do with him.
Then, that secret buried securely in her mind, Holly almost closed her eyes as he got down on the fold-out bed beside her. Quivering in anticipation, she spread her legs completely as his hand dropped to the warm naked flesh of her belly, and trailed lightly through the sparsely growing cunt curls of her brown-haired pussy and down into the moist forbidden softness of the place between her thighs. A wanton little shiver coursed out through her wide-splayed loins. Then she thrust her smoothly curved asscheeks up in a sudden violent motion at the first contact on the already wetly glistening little bud of her clitty.
"Oh, ooooohhhh, yeeeeesssss!" Holly whimpered as Warren's fingers trailed down the softly hair-lined lips of her cunt, the teasing contact made almost unbearable by her already heightened sensitivity. "Ooooooohhhhh ... ooooaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" The sound seeped from her hotly constricted throat.
Warren had never seen anything like this in his life! He'd barely even touched her and Holly was already going out of her mind! Then, grinning, he parted the thin, softly pulsating lips of her tight little cunt, his middle finger probing experimentally just at the entrance of the softly resisting flesh to prompt further excited quivers of her body before, with more determined effort, he shoved forward, driving the full length of his finger swiftly and relentlessly up into her eagerly trembling pussy.
Holly's body twitched and quivered as the lewd spasms of delight surged wildly through her loins. Then, groaning even louder from her obscenely aroused passion, she wrapped her hands around Warren's body, pulling him down urgently on top of her.
Warren levered up, his finger now moving swiftly in and out of Holly's moistly nibbling cunthole. He gazed down lewdly at the voluptuously squirming brunette beneath him. Then gradually, he slacked off the thrusting movements of his finger, as he thrust his legs between Holly's quivering thighs and spread them even wider apart to completely expose her nakedly inviting cunt to his view. Using both hands, he parted her pussylips, then inched slowly forward, prodding his thickly pulsing prick farther up between her thighs, and dropped lower until the bulbously pounding cockhead was thrust right up into the moistened slit of her cunt.
"Oooooohhhhh ... oooohhhhh!" she squealed and turned her head to one side of the pillow, closing her eyes as she felt the lust-stimulating contact against the sensitive, moistened lips of her pussy. Then she took a deep gasp and thrust her hips upward, feeling the first hard pressure against the warm tiny hole of her cunt, her body trembling as just the huge, blood-filled tip fucked into it. Another involuntary cry rose in her throat and she pushed her naked asscheeks up higher as the throbbing shaft of his cock wormed into her hotly burning pussy-tightness. Gradually, Holly's heated pussy-juices began to flow more freely, and the pulsating cockhead inched slowly deeper ... and deeper into her throbbing cunt softness.
"Oooooohhhhh ... oooohhhhh!" she gasped, as Warren gave a little twitch that sent an even wilder shudder running through her body. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh ... Goooooooooooddddddddd! Ooooooaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...!"
She trembled and quivered as the supervisor poised himself above her. Then she spewed out her breath in a low, guttural sigh as his weight sagged downward and the lust-thickened rod of cock flesh lunged ruthlessly into the soft, wet warmth of her naked cunt, pushing aside the last of her resistance until it was embedded up in her cunt to the very hilt!
"Oooooooohhhhh ... aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeee ... ooooohhhh!" Holly sobbed again. She'd never been so filled in all her life! Warren's cock lay sunk deep up in her cunt, fitting so tightly against the softness of her own inner pussy flesh that she thought she could feel every tiny ridge and ripple up inside her cuntwalls as Warren flexed to surge the violating rod of his flesh even farther up into her sensitive pussy.
From the look in Holly's eyes, Warren knew she'd totally surrendered herself. Again clamping his mouth tightly over hers and worming his tongue hungrily between her desire-parted lips, he began a slow rocking motion in the saddle of her thighs. Jesus, he could feel the narrow tightness of her cunt begin to give way, seeming to stretch and widen with each smooth inward stroke as she groaned and whimpered beneath him on her bed. He knew it wouldn't take long to make her cum; Christ, she'd been on the verge of it the moment they'd actually begun to fuck. But he wanted to stretch it out as long as he could, and when she did attain that coveted orgasm, Warren wanted her to know she'd really been fucked!
Holly's body was reacting now beyond all her conscious control. The sheer ecstasy of having her hungering pussy so aggressively stretched and fucked was driving her out of her mind, and her whole body had begun to jerk and writhe without inhibition beneath his onslaught. Little chills of intense arousal went rippling along her spine from the deep skewering of Warren's cock into her cock-stretched pussy. Her beautiful face was contorted with unfulfilled desire, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead beneath her disheveled brunette hair. Incessant hums of passionate and servile acceptance poured in torrents from her throat.
Warren Friesen basked in his own triumph, hardly even believing the voluptuous young woman's wildly unrestrained response to his obscene fucking of her hot little cunt. Increasing the length of his cunt-exciting in-fucks, he dropped his hands down beneath the nakedly upturned cheeks of her ass, grasping the milk-white mounds with his fingers to pull her naked cunt even more tightly to his own loins, guiding the wanton thrashings of her body as he fucked the full hard length of his cock again and again into the moist, sensitively responding depths of her pussy.
Holly's legs scissored wide in uncontrollable abandon on either side of Warren's deeply fucking cock. Her eyes were closed, her thighs jackknifed backwards with her knees crushed down onto the stiffened nipples of her ripely quivering titties as he fucked harder and harder into the voracious little cunthole. He pounded into her widespread pussy with such violent strokes that she could feel the teasing slap of his cum-filled balls into the crack between her ass each time his body struck hers.
Reality was fading. Holly was drifting in a netherworld of untamed ecstasy and bliss, aware of nothing but the shattering fucks into her erotically quivering pussy, the violating cock impaling her to the very hilt on its lewdly pulsing hardness.
"Oh, yes! Yesssssssss!" she moaned. "Pussyfuck me! Pussyfuck meeeeeee! Ooooohhhhhhh ... pllllleeeeeeeassssseeee! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!" she moaned again, her body tossing and thrashing in complete abandon, every inch of her flesh burning in anticipation of the lewd release that now seemed to be almost upon her.
"Fuck my hot pussy ... ooooohhhhhh ... aaaaaaooooohhhhhhhh ... pplllleeeeeeeeeeeease, fuck my hot pussyyyyyyy!" She strained and shuddered, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow to whip her long dark hair wildly about her shoulders. Again she remembered this afternoon's shocking episode with the young man, Keith, in the pool, and even as Warren Friesen continued to fuck ruthlessly into the unresisting tightness of her cunt, she could almost feel the way the eager young man had fucked into her mouth as he'd felt his own cum building and anticipated his obscene ejaculation into her greedily swallowing throat.
Then, suddenly, Warren slammed into her with an even mightier stroke and even that sordid vision faded from her mind as she felt the deep and distant rumbling begin somewhere far away up inside her quaking belly. She bucked and twisted her body, quivering beneath him in a desperate frenzy of passion. Locking her ankles high up behind his incessantly laboring shoulders, she clung tightly to his sides with her quivering inner thighs, holding the lust-bloated shaft of his massive cock deep inside her hungrily clasping loins.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... oooohhhhh ... Jesus ... oooooaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Warren growled above her, looking down in unconcealed triumph as he saw her skin flush red with the incipient orgasm mirrored in her face. He gasped into the warm wetness of her mouth as he felt his own load of hot cum surging up relentlessly in his cum-swollen balls. Then with another deep grunt, he began to fuck again in ever harder, more cunt-flattening strokes as he felt himself explode deep inside her, shooting his boiling cock-juice deep up into the welcoming depths of her wildly spasming cunt.
A rhythmic stream of moans, and whimpers issued from Holly's full red lips as she felt the wanton spasms deep up in her own loins blot out everything but the white-hot light of blinding release.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhh...." she grunted and groaned, straining in her own wanton response until her whole naked body was coated with the perspiration of her effort. She continued to toss and struggle until she was drained of every ounce of energy, until she could feel Warren's strokes slacking off, the surging spear of his cunt-spliting cock gradually beginning to deflate inside her.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh ... GGGGGGGGoooooooooddddddddddddd ... ooohhhhhhhh ... my pussy ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn...." she moaned, closing her eyes, dropping her thighs back down and letting her still sensuously trembling asscheeks sink down into the softness of the mattress as she felt Warren's body sag down on top of her.
For several moments Holly and Warren lay almost perfectly still, gasping to catch their breath. Then she gave out with a soft exhausted whimper as he withdrew and rolled over onto his back, reaching up with one hand to lightly stroke the still swollen mount of her titties.
"Mmmmm-mnnnnnnnnn oooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...." she purred softly, her eyes still closed, her breathing still strained and irregular. "Oh, God ... it ... it was wonderful ... wonderful!"
Then Holly turned her head and opened her eyes, staring with a strange curiosity over at the handsome naked man beside her. Gone from his face was the gloating, leering look she'd seen when he had first walked in her apartment, replaced by a simple expression of openness and warmth. Holly watched him, almost desperately, for a moment. Then she jerked her head back and returned her eyes to the dimly lit ceiling of the room.
"What's the matter, darling?"
"Nothing," she sighed, her body tightening. She waited for a moment in silence, then looked back at the young man. "I want you to please leave."
Warren shrugged. "Okay, baby," he said, sitting up on the edge of the fold-out bed and reaching down to the floor to retrieve his pants and jockey shorts. Then he turned back to her. "Was there something wrong with the fucking? I didn't think I wasn't satisfying you or anything."
"No," Holly said tiredly. "It was wonderful. You did satisfy me."
She didn't speak again. He finally got dressed and left. There was no way she could have said what was on her mind, no way, she thought, that she could have riade him understand ... and it didn't make any difference anyway.
Being fucked by Warren Friesen had been one of the finest experiences Holly had ever had with a man in bed, on a purely physical level. It was only after she met Warren's warm, open gaze that she realized it had been no better than fingerfucking herself, on the emotional level. She hadn't even known who she was with. It was just a male cock, and in the frustrated condition to which she'd descended, one would have done about as well as another. After all, a cock was a cock, wasn't it?
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Stop shitting me." Steve Roland chuckled. "You're really full of it, Edwards."
"It's the truth!" Keith repeated, looking across the locker room to the two other guys sitting on the bench opposite him. "Holly Granger let me fuck her in the mouth yesterday afternoon in the pool when she was teaching me to swim."
"Fuck off," Mike Slade said, disbelieving. He stretched languidly and leaned back against the locker room wall, blowing a fart. When Keith Edwards had showed up at the center that morning, he had thought it was strange, particularly after the way they had treated him yesterday. Now he knew the guy was trying to impress them and win their favor, but this wild story about Holly Granger was just too far out.
"How the fuck do you expect us to believe that bull?" Steve asked, his voice twinkling with amusement.
"I don't care if you do or don't!" Keith replied smugly. "Just remember that while you're out playing around with the shitty little tits of some of the chicks around here, Holly Granger is the one I'm fucking."
"What?" Mike said, sitting up again. He glanced at Steve, the half-bored, half-humoring expression which had been on his face disappearing.
"Hey!" Steve said, his eyes narrowing. "How'd you hear about that?"
"Miss Granger mentioned it," Keith lied. He knew that if the two other guys ever found out that he'd been hiding in the bushes while they were feeling up Denise Lay ton, or that he'd been eavesdropping on their conversations, the roughing up they'd given him yesterday would be nothing compared to what would come. But he'd decided that if he made it sound as though the swimming teacher had told him, then that would only add validity to his story. "She described the whole thing to me. Everything."
"Really?" Steve asked, scratching his head. After the encounter in front of the supervisor's office, he, too, had been doing some thinking about the voluptuous Holly Granger. Her reference to the fact that he and Mike had pulled Denise's shirt up to completely expose her naked tits had shown that she'd watched them much longer than necessary, or for that matter, normal. And in his mind, there was only one explanation for that. "You say she gave you head?" he asked with sudden interest.
Keith nodded proudly. "She sure did."
"But how the fuck did you get her to do that?" Steve asked, feeling, strangely flustered with the thought that was beginning to emerge in his mind.
"Well," Keith replied, "I wanted her to give me a swimming lesson...." He paused to let the impact of this statement sink in, for he wanted the two other guys to know that their cruelty had been responsible for him going to the well-stacked brunette in the first place. "Then, after Miss Granger and me had changed into our suits and were in the pool, I asked her to fuck me."
"Fuck you!" Mike howled. "You asked her to fuck," he repeated, almost choking on his laughter at such a brazen approach.
"Hold on a second," Steve interjected. "Maybe he has something there." He turned back to Keith. "What happened next?"
"Well, she started to tell me about how people fuck when I told her I never had, and I kept playing dumb, and finally she got really nervous and flustered."
"Yeah, go on," Steve Roland encouraged hotly.
"Then, after a while, I asked again if she would fuck me."
"Oh wow!" Mike chortled.
"Zip it, Slade," Steve demanded. "And then, what next?"
"Well, I was lying on the float, ready to fuck, and she leaned right over me, so I reached up and got a hold of her."
"Where?"
"I grabbed one of those big tits of hers."
"God," Steve exclaimed. "What did she do then, Edwards?"
"Well, she kind of jumped back and got scared, but the next thing I knew she was kissing me, and then after awhile she offered to jack me off."
"You've gotta be lying!" Mike interrupted. "You just said she sucked your cock!" He was sitting on the edge of the bench now, listening to everything Keith said.
"She did suck me off," Keith continued. "While she was jacking me off, she leaned over and started giving me head."
"God!" Steve exclaimed, squirming on the bench. He had suspected the swimming teacher was horny, and now, if what Keith was telling them was true, and Steve was pretty sure it was, then that meant that maybe he, too, might be able to get into Holly Granger's bikini bottoms. And as Keith finished his story, the vague thought that had emerged in his mind before began to turn into a plan.
"I don't believe it, Edwards," Steve said after Keith had finished. "She didn't swallow your cum. She didn't even suck you off. You're just bullshitting us."
Keith shook his head. "How much do you wanna wager?"
"Forty dollars!"
"Why don't you make it an even hundred bucks."
"Then you'd better be telling the truth," Steve said, a note of threat in his voice.
"I don't know why you won't believe me ... how can I prove it?" he asked, suddenly wondering why he ever felt he had to brag about the incident to the two other guys.
"You're going to go to her office behind the pool again this afternoon," Steve explained. "Then you're going to get her to suck you off again, only this time Mike and me are going to be outside the window listening." He looked over at Mike and saw that his horny friend was smiling for he'd guessed what was on his mind.
"God, I can't do that!" Keith gasped, hardly able to believe his ears.
Steve looked at him sullenly for a moment. "What the fuck you mean, you can't do that?"
Keith could hardly even imagine that Steve was serious in what he was proposing. They were going to listen in while he was with Miss Granger, then blackmail her, and that would ruin everything. If she ever found out he'd told Slade and Roland about what had happened yesterday in the pool and then had agreed to let them stand outside the window while he was getting sucked off, the sexy brunette would never speak to him again, let alone let him fuck her, which is what he intended to do today. Then, with a sinking sensation in his stomach, he realized the two other guys wouldn't even let him get that far if they were outside. They'd come in as soon as he had set her up, and take over from there.
"You can't!" Keith protested, angrily.
"Just watch us," Steve replied. "Or you're out a hundred, my friend."
Keith moaned. "She'd never forgive me for that, she never would, guys!"
"Put up or shut up," Mike said, chuckling.
"Oh Jesus," Keith whispered. He couldn't stand to have Holly Granger know that he'd told Mike and Steve-she'd really be pissed, and she would be perfectly justified. He knew how much trust she'd put into him. She wouldn't even have sucked his cock if she didn't trust him, and now he was betraying her.
"Come on, guys," Keith pleaded. "Please don't. Jesus, I wouldn't have even told you if I thought you were going to do something like this."
"A hundred dollars," Steve repeated. "And I'm going to spread the word around the center, not to mention the whole fucking town, about you and the Granger chick."
Keith could almost have died. Now he'd really done it. He gazed pleadingly at the two other young men. Steve avoided his eyes.
"Okay," Keith said miserably. "I'll give it a try." He looked at the two other guys desperately. "But only on one condition."
"What?"
"That you don't let her know I told you."
"Sure, Edwards, sure," Steve chuckled. "Anything you say, Edwards!"
After completing ten laps of the pool to keep herself in shape, Holly Granger dried her body nervously in the women's locker room. Somehow she'd managed to avoid seeing either Keith Edwards or Warren Friesen so far today, but she was certain Keith would come by the pool that afternoon. And though a part of her longed to see the cute young man who yesterday had become the object of her wildly unleashed lust, another part of her dreaded the confrontation. She didn't know how she could look Keith in the eye after yesterday's shameful display. And she knew he would be eager for more. It had been very evident from his reaction that he had really enjoyed having his cock sucked, and she knew it was going to be difficult to convince him that that, and anything like it, could never happen again. She was also having a difficult time keeping herself convinced; her sexual appetite, like Keith's, had merely been whetted by the exciting incident.
Returning to her office in a dry suit with a bright yellow shift over it, she heard a knock on the door, just as she had expected. She was sure it was Keith Edwards wanting her to suck his prick again. Catching her breath and trying to hold her voice steady, Holly told the young man to come in.
Keith entered, standing for a moment in silence, fidgeting nervously as his eyes strayed furtively to the voluptuously straining mounds of her huge tits. After a moment he bit his lips and spoke in a hesitant voice: "I thought I'd come over...."
Holly could see the young man was extremely nervous, and she had a pretty good idea why. And that was only going to make what she had to say all that more difficult.
"Look, I really enjoyed sucking your prick and drinking down all of your delicious cum...." Holly began, her eyes trailing down to the bulge in his pants. "But we can't do it again. What if someone had come by ... what kind of a person do you think they would think I was?"
Keith gazed at the shapely brunette woman with disappointment. He could see the tension in her face, and the distinct rise and fall of her sensuously formed titties against the thin material of her shift signaled her heavy breathing. He'd expected something like this, and he knew it was going to be difficult, if not downright impossible for him to succeed. And the fact that the other two guys were right outside the window listening made the pressure on Keith almost unbearable.
"What happened in the pool yesterday, Keith," Holly went on in a trembling voice, "was an accident. I'll still teach you to swim, but anything else is out!"
"But I thought you liked it," Keith said in the saddest voice he could manage.
"I did like it, Keith. I liked it too much, I guess. I know I've got to stop myself from doing things like that with you. Because I liked it so much I could get ... well ... addicted to your cum!"
Keith looked down at the floor, wetting his lips. "Look, I was counting on you to let me fuck you today!"
Holly sucked in her breath hoarsely, an undeniable tremor darting through her cunt at hearing the vulgar word, which a few years before would have shocked and disgusted her, especially coming from a nice young man like Keith Edwards.
"No!" Holly exclaimed after a pause, trying to maintain her already fading resolution. "No! No! No!" She paused again, wetting her sensuously inviting lips with her tongue, again remembering with a little chill of pleasure the masochistic excitement engendered in her hotly tingling pussy yesterday in the pool when Keith had fucked her in the mouth, had used her mouth as a cunt-like receptacle for his fresh young cum. And now the thought that this young man "virgin" wanted to fuck her, wanted her to be his first piece of cunt, thrilled Holly almost beyond all control! The cuntband of her bikini bottoms was even moistening slightly up between her thighs at the lewdly thrilling thought! But difficult as it was, she had to refuse ... she just had to, regardless of how her hot cunt was trembling.
Rallying her strength, Holly looked sternly straight into Keith's eyes. "I just hope you understand why it has to be that way," she said softly. "Now, I want you to please leave."
Keith was sure he was beaten. He knew Holly Granger did want him to fuck her, but he feared her determination not to was even stronger than her desire. And Mike and Steve were listening. They'd never believe him now. Christ, he'd never felt so lost and desperate, never felt his condition to be so helpless, in his life. But he had to make one last try, a last-ditch attempt. And since reasoning with her, talking her into doing what he wanted her to, was obviously out, the only other alternative seemed to be a direct physical approach. At least, he had nothing to lose by trying, and Keith vowed right then that, embarrassing as it might be, he would do anything to convince the young swimming teacher to change her mind about it.
As Keith finally made his move, Holly watched the cute young man look at her hungrily and come toward her. She took a step backward, her whole body trembling, as he extended one of his hands up toward the heaving mounds of her tits. A soft whimper of protest rose in her throat as his hand touched her nervously palpitating titties, pressing the constricting bikini bra cup hard against the hotly swollen mound, the pressure and friction causing the nipple to prickle to an instant tingling rigidity.
"Oooooooohhhhhh...." Holly heaved a deep sigh, her legs almost going weak, as Keith moved closer to her. Then she closed her eyes as he crushed his mouth eagerly down to her moistly parted lips, his tongue flicking wetly inward as his hand continued to knead and massage her tits.
Holly fought with all her strength against the electric sensations coursing through her flesh. She squirmed and writhed as Keith pressed his youthful young body more tightly against hers, the shocking pressure of his thighs and huge hard-on already swelling in his pants and pushing right up against the softness of her cunt only further stimulating the voluptuous brunette's wantonly growing need, making resistance even more difficult. She couldn't help herself. She wanted this young man to fuck her with his tender young cock so badly she thought she would die if she couldn't have it fucked inside her naked pussy!
Holly's body cried out in desperation; her will to resist was fading fast. And then, with a shiver, she squirmed out of Keith's arms. She glared at the panting eighteen-year-old in mingled shock and want, her own eyes wild with the fury of her all-consuming cunt-wracking lust.
Keith gasped to catch his breath, looking back at her pleadingly. "Please ... please
"No, Keith, no! You stay away from me! I won't let you fuck my cunt!"
He hesitated an instant longer, then started forward again. Holly took two more steps backward. She knew only a few more moments of the stimulating physical contact with the young man and all would be lost ... she wouldn't even want to resist! So now, at all cost, she had to avoid him until she could begin to regain her self-control. But she knew now that it was impossible; she wanted him to fuck her; she had to have him fuck her!
"Okay, Keith ... you win! I'll let you stick your finger in my pussy just where it was the other day in the pool. But no more than that ... do you understand?"
"Okay," he agreed readily.
Holly went over to the door and locked it, then she walked over to the center of the room and lay down, with her shift pulled up and her legs parted so that Keith could see some stray strands of her pussyhairs curling out of her bikini cuntband. God, she was beautiful, he thought hotly. And she was going to let him finger her cunt ... how could he refuse? Yesterday in the pool, she'd almost gone crazy when he started in on her ... her pussy had been all hot and wet ... slippery like, but he couldn't tell if it was wet from the pool water or all wet because she was so horny. Keith walked over to Holly's lewdly reclining body and knelt on the floor between her widely spread legs. Her feet were touching the floor and her knees were bent up so he was able to get real close to her. I wonder what a real live cunt looks like ... does a clit really look like a piece of chewing gum? Eagerly, the young man reached out and took the elastic waistband of her bikini bottoms and slowly, ever so slowly, started pulling them off. Holly helped him by lifting her ass off the floor.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnnnn ... this is going to feel real good, Keith," she said smiling. "Have you ever seen a naked pussy? Here, help me get my bottoms off my legs ... there...."
"No, only in magazines like Playboy."
"Well, here's one...." She smiled, and her legs at last free from her suit, she spread her naked cunt wide.
Holly could hardly believe her eyes as the young man gazed excitedly, his eyes bulged wide as he stared down at her. She was completely exposed to his lustful view, with her legs spread wide apart, and the sexy young brunette didn't know when she'd been so excited. What she was doing was sick!
Suddenly, Keith's hands caught her inner thighs just above the knees, holding her legs even wider apart. Then, as Holly stared down over her voluptuously heaving tits, the young man leaned forward, lowering his head up between the warmth of her vainly straining thighs. She gave out with a soft whimper, halting her struggles from the sheer pussy-numbing shock, as she felt his forefinger tickling the hotly tingling bud of her clitty.
"Oooooooohhhh ... oooooohhhhh ... oooohhhhhhhhh...!" she moaned.
Keith had never felt so horny except when she had sucked him off yesterday. His head and face were only inches from her nakedly spread cunt, and her little pink clit felt all warm and elastic. Every time he flicked it, it'd bounce back for more! And, so close was he to her pussy he could smell the strangest, yet most tempting scent he'd ever encountered in his life!
"You like it when I flick your clitty like this, Miss Granger?" Keith asked excitedly.
"Ooooohhhh ... yes ... yes ... do you like my naked pussy?"
"God, yes!" he exclaimed.
"Keith," Holly gasped, again beginning to twist and struggle at the young man's lewd and exciting teasing of her clitty.
"Do you know what a clitoris is?"
"Well, yeah, a chick pisses through it."
"Mmmmm ... yes, that's true, but a clitty is also a woman's penis. When you play ... with it ... ooo-ohhhhhh ... like you're doling now, it can make a girl cum."
"Like you did in the pool yesterday?"
"Mmmmmnnnnnn ... yes...." she moaned. "And what I'm going to do now. Tease it more, just like you're doing, Keith! It feels soooo good ... sooooooooo ... delicious! I'm sure I'll cum in a few wonderful minutes ... mmmmmmmmmmm ... aaaaaahhhhhhmmmmmm...."
Keith knew he had no choice but to go on fingering it ... and he didn't mind in the least! She seemed right at a turning point now, and if just for one minute he could get his finger up in her cunt, he knew he would be able to fuck her or anything else!
"Oooooooohhhh ... God ... Keith ... keep playing with my clitty like that ... oooohhhh ... that's it ... keep teasing it ... oooohhhhhh!"
"God, you're going crazy, Miss Granger
... you seem even hotter than you did in the pool yesterday when you were sucking my prick."
"Oooohhhhhh ... Keith, I am ... my pussy is real hot."
His cock nearly bursting in his pants, Keith smiled to himself. Steve and Mike must be going crazy out there looking in the window! And I know something that'll make them squirm some more, the fuckers....
Keith Edwards slowly inhaled, taking in all the delicious pussy-scented air he could, filling his lungs to the bursting. And then he....
"Wheeeeewwwwwwww!" He blew it all out as hard as he could onto Holly's hotly squirming pussy and his clit-teasing fingers!
"Aaaaaaaiiieeeeeeee! Aaaaaaiiiee!" she squealed, and then, even more determined, he shoved his nose closer up between the swimming teacher's wetly scissoring legs. He might even be able to play with her clitty with his nose, and maybe even get a lick of her cunt with his tongue! Oh shit, man, what would it taste like?
"Oh, blow on my pussy some more!" Holly gasped, her naked asscheeks trembling from the sheer excitement and tantalizing frustration of having the young man giving her a blow job! Then a little shiver passed through her wantonly moistening cunt, and she lifted her head up to stare down the length of her body and groaned with even more excitement as she felt Keith's tongue flick out and make searing contact directly on her naked clitty.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh!" she gasped as his teeth took gentle hold of her tingling miniature cock, shaking and nibbling at it.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiii! Teeth my clitty ... ooohhh ... aaaaiiiiiii, teeth it. Oh Jesus ... oooooohhhh...!"
Keith could hardly get his breath. His nose and mouth were tight between Holly Granger's cunt, and her naked legs were clamped around his head so tightly that even if he had wanted he couldn't have gotten away ... but he didn't want to!
"It feels ... your clit feels like ... a piece of bubble gum," he managed to groan with his teeth still gently holding the wild brunette's clit. "Only it tastes ... a lot better ... even sweeter."
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiii! Don't bite down too ... aaaaaiiiiii ... aaaaiiiiiiii ... hard! Like that ... aaaaiiiiii ... ooohhhhhh! Oooohhhhh! Ooooooaaaaaiiieeeee!"
"I didn't mean ... to hurt you ... I'll be gentler ... please, just let me do ... it some more...." he moaned, flicking his tongue out to lick at the portion of the wildly writhing brunette's clit that rested just inside his eagerly nibbling teeth.
"Ooooooohhhh ... Keith ... you're wonderful ... aaaaiiiiiii ... ooohhhh!"
Then suddenly he ducked his head down and ran his chin right up along the seething split between her clenching asscheeks and again bobbed his widely flared nostrils up into the sweet-scented pussy softness of her naked cunt.
"Nibble my naked clitty with your teeth like that ... oooohhhhh, yes ... keep on ... I can't spread my legs any wider ... oooohhhhhhh, I wish my clitty were bigger ... aaaaaiiiiiiii!" Holly moaned over and over, her whole hotly quivering body tensing once again at another titillating contact of Keith's eagerly tasting tongue and teeth darting and nibbling down onto the little bud of her pinkly tingling clit.
"Oooohhhhh!" she gasped again from the pussy-exciting contact, a shudder again darting out from her moistening loins, and more strained desperate moans poured from her throat! "It feels ... soooo goooooooodd ... soooooooooo wicked ... oh, Keith, Keith, lick my clitty some more!"
"Oh God, I am ... I am ... I'll chew your clit ... anything ... it tastes so good...." Keith groaned, the brunette's clit still between his teeth!
And then, suddenly, he released it, licking his own lips and groaning hungrily as he whipped his tongue hotly from inside his mouth, then trailed it in a slow, teasing wipe down the full length of Miss Granger's wildly throbbing pussy.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiii ... ooohh ... oooohh ... aaiiiiiii!" she shrieked, her body jerking in a sudden convulsive movement, her ass grinding wantonly down into the floor to escape the sheer raw sensation of the maddening attack. And then, with a soft sucking in of his lips, Keith drew her hotly throbbing female penis right up into his mouth again, nipping at it gently with the tips of his ivory white teeth and causing the wildly excited brunette to moan even louder from the lewd clit stimulation.
"Oh Jesus ... it's ... aaaaiiiiii ... oooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhh," she moaned, hardly able to believe the lustful sensations that were surging out from her naked cunt to every part of her outrageously tormented flesh. Keith's clit-teasing tongue, still biting gently up into the softness of her cunt, felt like the best thing she'd ever experienced in her entire life, and the titillating wetness of it was about ready to make her blow a gasket!
"Ooooohhhhhhh ... ooooohhhhh ... lick it ... lick it with your pussy-teasing tongue!" she moaned again, and Keith now began to immerse himself wholeheartedly into the wanton act, sucking and nibbling and kissing Holly's naked pussy with such fervor that she knew she would be able to refuse him nothing after he'd finished doing this to her.
Holly Granger was way, way past the point of even wanting to refuse. Her desire was already reaching to the peak of the highest mountain on earth, the wild tongue-licking assault taking its toll on her will to resist, and her body was beginning to demand even more than the aching, frustrating lapping of the young virgin's lewdly fucking tongue playing at the tightly clenching hole of her trembling cunt!
"Oooooohhhh ... oooohhhhh ... lick ... lick it!" Holly cried, delirious in the unreal excitement of the cunt-licking she was receiving, holding Keith's red hair tightly between her violently clasping fingers and legs ... and then ... a more distant-sounding moan rising in her throat, she sat up.
"I've got to suck my tittie!" she cried, then began to tear at the top part of her shift. "Ohhhhh, God, I've just got to suck one of my ... nipples," she gasped in a strained voice. "I've got to suck a nipple while you're teasing and licking at my naked cunt!"
Holly suddenly brought her hands up from the young man's head, pulling her bright yellow shift up with them, up over her waist and bikini top to her neck. Then, with a sudden, violent movement that required all her strength, she ripped the shift over her head.
"Now I can lick my nipples while you tease my clitty and whole naked pussy with your mouth and fingers," she squealed hotly, pulling down one of the cups of her bikini bra.
"Mmmmmmmnnnn ... mmmmmmm ... mmmmmnnnn ... ooohhhhh ... it feels so good ... lick it some more ... bite it ... bite my clitty ... aaaaaiiiii! Aaaaaiiiiiiii! Oh, Jesus, you're wonderful, you're wonderful, ooooohhh, Keith ... bite it more ... aaaaaiiiiiiii ... aaaaaiiiiiiii ... oooohhhh!"
"Ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... Holly ... Miss ... Granger ... aaaaaggghhhh ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppphhhh ... mmmmmmmmpphhhhh...." he groaned, over and over.
Oh, God, this was great ... Miss Granger was wild for it! Wild to feel his teeth teasing and his tongue lapping all along her moist, wet pussy-slit! Steve and Mike really must be jacking off their hot dogs by now ... oh, shit ... her naked pussy tastes so fantastic.
"Keep stimulating my clitty ... reve it up ... reve it up ... ooooohh, yes ... do it ... I'm going to suck my tittie while you...."
Keith was too busy concentrating on firing up the action in her wildly responding cunt to notice that Holly had taken one of her huge titties out of her size D bikini bra-cup and had pushed the ripe breast toward her lips. Her tit was so large, ripe, and pliant that she could manage the feat ... and she loved it.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... mmmmppphhhhhh ... mmmmpphhhhhhhh...." she slurped. "Keith ... keep sucking my clitty ... mmmmppphhhhhh ... I'll ... suck on my nipple ... oh God ... it feels so good...." she groaned, teasingly rotating her teeth down upon a newly found pleasure bud in imitation of the young man's excitingly biting tongue on her hotly pulsing clitty. "It's ... mmmmmmmmppphhhhhh ... out of this world!!!"
"Get outta the way, Friesen! Outta my way ... I'm gonna fuck that cunt!" came a voice outside the window.
Holly Granger, lying on the floor of her office with her bikini bottoms off and her legs spread wide with one of her nipples stretching her lips, froze.
"Mmmmmmmphhhhhhh ... mmmppphhhhh ... my God!" she managed to gasp around it. "Mmmmmpphhhhhhh!"
"Listen, you fucking punks, split. And I mean split!" Warren Friesen's voice commanded. "I don't want to ever see your balls around this place ... ever ... get it?"
"You're a pisser, Friesen ... you're a real pisser, ya know?" Mike Slade shouted as the older man suddenly and violently took hold of the back of his neck and pitched him effortlessly far out into the bushes surrounding the window of Holly's office. Mike landed on his side, rolling over onto the lawn. "What the fuck do you think you are, you ass!" His voice resounded through the deserted center. "You're nothing but a mother-fucking pisser!"
"Fuck off, Slade," Warren Friesen replied" in a low, menacing tone. "Fuck off."
Mike rose to a standing position. "What ya gonna do about it, Roland?" he called to his buddy who was still standing pale and zombie-like beneath the window next to a muscular man in his twenties.
"Not a ... not a fucking thing."
"You're a wise young man, buster," the muscular man looked down at the younger one.
"Crap ... holy fucking crap...!" Steve mumbled loudly. "You're Mark Donahue ... the famous swimmer!"
"You better believe it, punk. And you and your buddy better get your asses out of this place, and quick!" Donahue threatened.
"Aw ... come on...."
"Booooooooooooooooo!"
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii...."
"Okay ... okay!" Steve had never run any faster, but his friend Mike Slade was well ahead. They didn't stop until they were five blocks away, and then they collapsed, never to return to the Bay City Recreation Center.
"Oh, my God!" Holly moaned. "Oh, my God!" She just couldn't take her eyes off the two men standing at the window and she couldn't move a muscle because of her embarrassment at being discovered in such a compromising position, her bikini pants thrown on the floor, a young man licking at her nakedly spread cunt and one of her nipples still in her wildly sucking mouth.
In her daze, she didn't see Warren motion to the handsome stranger for him to come into her office, a mixture of rage and lust in his eyes as he looked at her prone, half-revealed body. The young brunette was so shocked that she'd hardly been aware of the fact that Keith wriggled from between her naked pussy and stood up, nor did she notice now as he wiped the slickly flowing cunt-juices from his chin and turned dejectedly away, to retreat to the far corner of her office, licking her pussy-juices from his lips.
As Warren looked down at her, her mind was filled with shame. And then she looked up into the stranger's eyes ... God, they were so blue ... so crystal clear, so piercing and sensuous. Somehow they reminded her of the first male she had ever let fuck her ... Robbie ... what was his name now ... dh, yes, Robbie Lake ... but, oh, God, it didn't matter, for here she was lying on the floor of her office at the Bay City Recreation Center, completely caught in the act ... oh, God, how in the world would she ever live it down!
"Your cunt looks good enough to eat," the strange young man said, grinning down at her naked pussy, startling her out of her near total shock.
"Well, well, little lady. I came in here with a nice big surprise for you, my buddy, Mark Donahue here, but it turns out you had an even bigger surprise for me," Warren Friesen said, meeting the swimming teacher's feverish gaze with eyes remarkably calm. Then, not looking away from her, he said almost quietly, "Get dressed and wait for me at your apartment."
A quiver went through Holly's limply shocked body. She shook her head feebly from side to side, trying to mouth an apology, but the words wouldn't come to her lips. The deep, hotly burning desire up inside her cunt paralyzed her. She waited, silent, watching her boss and one-time lover with wildly lustful eyes as he continued to stare down at her.
"I said, wait for me at your apartment," he commanded, and Holly rose, her eyes looking over at Mark Donahue's handsome, virile body as she began to put her bikini bottoms back on, unable to keep her eyes off him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Holly Granger waited impatiently in her studio apartment, fuming as she smoked cigarette after cigarette, jamming them out in the ashtray. Try though she might, she could not force Keith Edwards' excitingly obscene cunt-licking and fingering that she had received from her mind. Images of his eagerly probing finger and tongue, and her own body bucking and slapping against him whirled through her brain, kindling the fires of rage in her pussy. She had begun smoking, something she never did because she was a swimmer, but she was so upset that her boss, Warren Friesen, had come walking through the door. He had looked mad, and somehow oddly betrayed, and somehow she had the feeling she was not going to get off easily. He was going to confront her with what she'd done at the Center.
Holly was doubly nervous as she realized how foolish she'd been, thinking that Keith Edwards was her confidant; why else would those horrible boys, Mike Slade and Steve, know to look through the window? The whole thing had been a set-up from the beginning, and Holly knew she would never ever forgive Keith. God, no telling what might have happened if Warren and that handsome swimmer, Mark, hadn't shown up then ... the two other young men might have come through the window and raped her! But, the pretty brunette thought, the way she was so turned on she probably would have welcomed the fucking!
Oh God, what kind of depraved sex maniac was she? Holly practically sobbed. Instead, she took another cigarette out of the pack and lit it, exhaling slowly.
What would Warren say to her when he got here ... he looked angry, but it was a cold sort of an anger ... icy cold. God, she hated this waiting, and she wished he'd come.
But, for now, as she sat chain-smoking in her living room, the nervous young brunette began to wonder whether she had been a fool, not saving her body for one man. She wondered if it really was wrong to go out and have sex from many different men. And the more she pondered it, the more sure she was she was right. But how, how she wondered, could she get back in Warren Friesen's good graces? Well, fuck him. Maybe she should just go out to a bar somewhere and pick up a good fuck, even though that wasn't her style ... but what was the point in waiting around? Suddenly she was mad. Who did he think he was, anyway?
Holly was startled by a knock on her door.
"It's open, Warren," she said out loud. She was mad, now, and suddenly determined not to take any crap from him.
A smile of grim determination crossed her face as the front door opened and Warren Friesen entered, his face flushed, the buttons on his shirt fixed in a clumsy manner, his blue jeans rumpled. It looked as though he had been drinking. As he entered, Holly simply puffed on her cigarette, giving no indication whatsoever that she had noticed him.
"About what happened at the center, I can't just forget about it, you know," he said, looking down at the voluptuous brunette.
Holly suppressed a laugh. He was trying to make her feel ashamed. Well, she was, but she wasn't going to show him. She had made up her mind to treat him exactly the way he treated her. They were going to be equals from now on.
"Listen, Holly, we've got to talk about us," he said as he approached her. The pretty brunette tilted her head back on the couch, took a luxurious puff of her cigarette and laughed capriciously as she exhaled the smoke.
"What about us? We aren't really lovers, you know, just because we fucked once. You sound as though you're jealous, Warren!"
She did not even lift her eyes to him as she said this, pretending to ignore him in the haughtiest way imaginable. She was fully prepared for the outburst of indignation that she knew was coming.
Warren, for his part, could hardly believe his ears. Never before had Holly displayed such outright insolence in the way she was doing now. Despite any problems they'd had at the center, she'd always been polite, and he had grown to actually love her. But now, now she was sitting there not even bothering to look at him, even though he had caught her with her bikini pulled up, getting fingered and licked ... she could at least act a little ashamed!
But Warren figured she was probably still upset from that episode. She was just embarrassed and trying to cover it up. Sure, he was pissed, but maybe he'd just let it go. She was just waiting for him to say something nice to her and tell her that he'd just forget about everything that he saw and to never let it happen again. Should he? Holly was a sexy-looking woman who was attracted to him, so much so that she had actually gone to all the trouble of seducing him. What was he supposed to do, fire her, and never get another piece of that fantastic cunt?
He knew Holly could learn to love him, if only she knew that he had been taken over by ungovernable lust and love for her, but how could he explain all this? The only thing he could do was try to relieve her embarrassment somehow.
"Look, Holly, you know that letting that Edwards kid lick and finger your cunt was wrong, but I promise I'm not going to fire you."
As soon as he said this though, her sharp blue eyes glared up at him, and she leaned forward on the couch and jammed her cigarette into the ashtray with a violent thrust.
"Oh, thank you for not firing me!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Nothing!"
"Look, bitch. I was doing you a big favor by coming by with Donahue. He's looking for a partner to swim the channel with, wants to break some sort of record having to do with a male-female team. I thought you'd be interested."
"Oh, you mean he wants me to be his partner? Oh God, I'd love it! I'd love it! I love swimming ... and ... he's so handsome and sexy...." she blurted out excitedly without even thinking.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she added. "You're sexy too, Warren."
"You seem to think an awful lot about sex, Holly. And you seem to fuck around with a lot of guys. How many others at the center have you let fuck you all this time, bitch!"
"Warren!"
But he couldn't help it. His anger had returned. "How many, bitch!"
"N-now wait a minute," she protested weakly.
"Don't try to cover it up, Holly," he replied with determination. "I suppose I should have expected something like this. I really shouldn't be at all surprised by it.
"What-what do you mean?"
"I'm in love with you, but that doesn't matter. I'm going to get even with you, Holly."
Warren found himself unable to move, frozen in place. The sensuous eyes looked impossibly cold, and he was speaking in such an odd tone of voice that for a moment she wondered if he might not be suffering from a severe nervous strain.
"Warren, what are you talking about-getting even with me ... and loving me?"
"I mean", I'm going to get even with you, Holly. I mean that I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not."
Holly's face collapsed. He was dead serious, she could see that. Never in her life would she have expected this kind of reaction. For him to fire her or shout at her that he was going to fuck her whether she liked it or not ... she wanted him to leave her apartment ... how dare he speak to her like that!
"Get out!" she shouted.
But he didn't pay any attention, his mind reeling as he pictured her at the center. He could see other men then, enjoying her body, her pussy, her tits, as they rammed their cocks up between her long white legs. He was jealous and angry ... very angry.
Holly had moved toward him from the couch now to confront him, and he wasn't bothering to conceal any of the anger inside.
"I said get out of here, Warren. And you don't have to fire me, because I quit. I've just decided I'm going to get in touch with Donahue. I'll be his partner in the swim!"
"You just watch who you're talking to, you little bitch," he snarled. "I love you and you turned me on. Okay, so you let Edwards play with you ... you were probably hot ... so you're human. But we're going to sit down and talk. I want you to marry me, Holly...."
"Oh, sure you do. Sure ... you're in love with my body."
"Listen, damn it. If you keep egging me on this way, I'm gonna smack you, but good!"
"Go ahead, go right ahead and try it if that makes you feel like a man. I'm sure this isn't the first time you've told a girl you love her, especially since you happen to like her cunt!"
"Damn it!" he shouted violently. "Stop acting the fucking slut you've been and probably are!"
Though it was Holly who had started out goading him, the situation had suddenly reversed itself. She hadn't expected her boss to be this strong and unflinching, and suddenly her temper snapped. She lunged at him and tried to slap his face, but he caught her wrist and twisted it until she winced with pain.
"You little cunt ... this'll teach you never to...."
"Warren, Warren, please, you're hurting me," she whimpered, tears of excruciating pain streaming from her eyes. "I was only saying that...."
"Maybe you are a tramp ... Christ, I'd like to see you being fucked by some man ... right in the asshole!"
"Warren, no! Oh God, please."
"Get naked," he hissed suddenly, cruelly from between clenched teeth. "Right here and right now. I'm going to fuck you good and hard, honey. And you're going to love it."
"Warren, y-you're hurting me."
Suddenly he released his grip on her wrist, but as the young brunette breathed a premature sigh of relief, he took a step forward and grasped the front of her yellow shift with both hands. With a violent gesture, he tore it apart so that the front ripped open and fell to the floor.
"I told you to get those clothes off! Now I'm gonna take them off for you. I want you naked!"
Holly's mouth and eyes were wide open with horror. She could not even resist as he hooked his fingers under her bikini bra and suddenly yanked it apart, bursting the snap in back. He pulled the scraps down over her shoulders as she struggled and tried to squirm away. But it was no use; her roundly trembling tits were naked and exposed before his lustful gaze, and she crossed her arms defensively over her chest as she cowered back from his violent intentions.
"N-no, Warren, please don't do this! I didn't mean to hurt you ... I ... I was just trying...."
"Go ahead and plead all you want. I'm still gonna fuck you but good."
"Warren, no! You're getting out of control!"
With a brutal shove, he pushed her back against the sofa, and she collapsed helplessly down on it. She struggled up to race for the bathroom and lock herself in, but he caught her and threw her back down. There was nothing she could do now. No matter how hard she tried to resist, he was going to dominate her. Her face colored a bright red from the shame and humiliation of everything that had happened in the past few hours as his eyes locked on her heaving tits, his heavy breath panting in her face.
Desperately Holly tried to think of something to say to calm him, to make him think twice about what he was doing, but that too was useless. Her lower lip trembled as she tried to form words, to scream. Oh God, he was going to rape her! She was going to be attacked by her own boss. She saw him staring at her voluptuous thighs, his eyes moving upward to feast on her silken bikini crotch for what seemed an endless moment. He was suddenly beside her now, seizing her shoulders with each hand, his fingers pressing so hard into the tender flesh that her bones ached.
"Get used to it, Holly baby," he warned her. "We're going to be doing a lot more of this, and you're going to learn to love me!"
His angry face was only inches away from hers, his hot breath raking her cheek. She felt as though she were in the hands of a criminal, not with her own boss whom she had been working with every day since she got her job as swimming teacher at the center!
"Now take your bikini bottoms off, or shall I rip them off?"
The luscious young brunette lay on the couch in helpless shock, her useless clothing wrenched and torn away from her cowering body and scattered sloppily over the floor. It was broad daylight, but she knew that nothing would stop Warren Friesen now, not even the neighbors who might see it and talk.
She squirmed once again, trying to break away, and pushed out against his shoulders. With one hand, he held her down and with the other he suddenly slapped her across the cheek so violently that she thought her head was going to snap off. The tender skin glowed and stung as though it had been doused by acid. She fought and struggled for real now, kicking and scratching him like a trapped wildcat. Their arms and legs tangled, and before she knew what was happening, they had rolled off the sofa to the thickly carpeted floor.
Holly felt the full weight of his muscular body on top of her, sapping the breath from her lungs. Suddenly he was up on his knees, his legs straddling her belly, and reaching down, he tore her flimsy bikini bottoms brutally away.
"Please, Warren, not this way!" she pleaded frantically. She knew he was going to rape her now, no matter how much she protested and pleaded. He was going to screw her until his big huge prick seared every inch of her well-licked cunt. He would show no mercy, but she knew she would like it ... love it!
His weight lifted slightly as he ripped down his zipper arid wriggled his jeans down to his knees. "Ooooohhhh ... baby!" he moaned as she felt him cruelly splaying her legs apart on the floor.
"Warren, we have to talk," she pleaded futilely in a last attempt to reason with him. But he seemed so angry and his eyes were glazed with pure animal lust now. Holly felt him drop back to his knees between her thighs, his thickly pulsing cock throbbing and jerking as it jutted outward from his loins. Knocking her almost breathless, he lunged forward on top of her and fucked his cunt-stretching hardness deep up into her cunt, already moistened by Keith's fingering and licking. To Holly it felt like a thick hot weapon fucking into her. Each time it hit her in the tender furrow between her legs, she jumped with pain and pleasure.
"Aaaaaagh, ooooohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, again and again, and finally he found the tiny cunthole he'd been looking for after having been blinded by his animal frenzy. As his hips jerked forward, the thick head of his cock rammed up against her cringing pussy lips, forcing them apart and sinking a brutal inch deep inside her cunt, spreading the elastic entrance cruelly wide so that she squirmed and jerked on the floor.
"Aaaaawwwwww, ohhhhhh! Ooooohhhhh!" she screamed in terror and delight. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiii ... oooohhhhhhhhhh!"
"You like it, don't you? You like me finishing up the job that Edwards started!"
"Ooooooohhhhh!" she wailed, her mouth wide open, her throat straining as the useless moans poured out from her chest. She could feel Warren recoiling for a moment like a snake about to strike, and then suddenly he lunged again, fucking his monstrous cock deeper in her hot naked pussy. Without mercy he fucked into her in hard, brutal strokes as she writhed and bucked in futile protest on the rug beneath him. Shoving his hands under the backs of her thighs, he pushed his legs upward until her feet were dangling in the air, pointing ludicrously toward the ceiling. Her knees were bent back so that they were practically touching the carpet on either side of her head, and she groaned again as his belly slapped hard against hers with an obscene thud. Again and again his deeply fucking cock drove further and further inside her until she was wracked with mind-blowing sensations. His cum-bloated balls beat a tattoo against her nakedly upturned asscheeks, and her head bobbed up and down off the floor with each violent motion of his body. The smacking of flesh against naked flesh reverberated obscenely through the room like paddles slapping against naked asses.
A low moan erupted from her throat, bringing no response from Warren, who was lost in animal intensity as he concentrated on skewering her body. He responded only by fucking harder and harder until his throbbing hot thickness was assaulting her nakedly spread pussy, and she was certain that her insides would be destroyed. Her own boss was raping her in the middle of her living room floor! She was being used as a whore, a common slut, and there was nothing she could do about it, no way she could fight back. But she really didn't want to!
"How's this, baby?" Warren sneered down at her. "Are you getting your kicks now?" he grunted, ramming farther and farther up inside her her aching bruised cunt until she thought she couldn't stand a second of it any longer. He dug his fingernails savagely into her firm-fleshed thighs, and she mewled in delight. "Oooooohhhhh ... oooohhhhhh!"
"How do you like it?" he demanded again, when she gave no answer. "Well?"
"Oh ... no ... I ... I love it ... oooohhhh ... oooohlihhhhh!" she groaned, her brown hair flailing from side to side and her teeth clenched tightly together.
"You better love it, damn you, you better!" he shouted at her, his face distorted with insane passionate anger.
He fucked into her even more feverishly, increasing the tempo until his helplessly skewered brunette couldn't protest any longer, until all thought and feeling was focused on his lust-thickened cock ramming deep up inside her loins and she couldn't even think straight.
"Put some action into it," he commanded in a deep gruff voice. In a matter of only a few moments his personality seemed to change completely. He was an animal now, a tyrant who wanted nothing more than her total submission. She knew he couldn't possibly listen to reason, for she had hurt him and his hurt had turned to blind-rage. He was fucking her like a man possessed!
Suddenly, she began a mechanical grinding motion back up at him, pushing her naked cunt hard up against his wildly fucking cock to escape the nails raking demandingly over her bare flesh. A complicated network of red welts followed their path, but her excitement grew and grew every second. Holly could feel Warren building to orgasm, his hugely throbbing cock expanding to an even greater size inside her tightly clenching cuntwalls as it strained for the final peak of ecstasy. But it delayed at the last second, torturing and teasing her. He was going to shoot his cum deep up inside her, not lovingly but with rage and anger in order to hurt her as she had hurt him.
Her whole body tensed and trembling, she waited for the furious explosion that she knew would follow. "Oooohhhhh ... oohhhhh ... I'm sorry Warren, I really am ... but don't cum yet ... wait for me ... wait for meeeeeeeeee!" she groaned hotly. But he was too far gone. There was no tenderness or consideration left inside him.
Levering higher over her, Warren quickened his pace until his cock was rocketing in and out of her pussy like a quick-pistoning engine. His fingers kneaded her flesh in blatant disregard of her pleas. He wanted to destroy her, to fuck her half to death, and his prick kept expanding in her ravaged cunt until she thought it was going to burst her tender pussywalls apart!
She waited a long lingering second, and then felt the expected eruption. Cringing under him and groaning out her protest, she sensed the first jet of her boss' white-hot cum rocketing up inside her cock-stretched cunt, deep into her aching belly, and she clasped her pussy muscles tight in a desperate last-ditch attempt to devour even more of his prick and to stop the ramming motion, but it only seemed to spur him on. His cock fucked deeper and deeper inside her cunt, sending more cum shooting deep into her belly. And then finally a deep-throated groan burst from his heaving chest, and he collapsed back down on her nakedly ravished body, breathing heavily and sucking in air as though he would die any minute.
"Aaaaaagggggggg ... God!" he groaned as he shot the last spurt of his cum into her shuddering pussy. And then, slowly, little by little he pulled out from her, his deflated cock raw and shiny from the mingled cum and pussy-juices. Gazing down, he saw his jism trickling down between her luscious widespread legs that were-still scissored open and jerking from the ordeal her body had undergone.
Her cunt felt sore and was still hot, and she made no attempt to move as Warren slipped into his jeans again and pulled the zipper up with a metallic whizzing sound, then slipped into his shirt.
"Well, are you still hot for that Edwards guy and my buddy Mark Donahue after that fucking? You're a real nympho if you are, sweetie," he said smugly as he loomed over her.
Suddenly her eyes blinked open, and she pushed herself up off the carpet on her elbows, her jaw set in defiance.
"Yes, I'm still hot," she hissed back at him. "Especially for Donahue. I'm going to become his swimming partner if it's the last thing I do."
"I said he was interested in you teaming up with him. I didn't say you were his only option."
"When he gets to know me better I will be!" she retorted, unable to keep herself from flushing as she remembered how she must have looked to the muscular swimmer, lying on the floor of her office getting her naked pussy licked by Keith Edwards. God, what must he think of her!
"In fact," she continued, trying to cover up her embarrassment, "I'm looking forward to getting to know someone who doesn't have to act like an animal to get what he wants. You said before that you loved me. Well, this is a fine way to show it!"
Warren Friesen stopped in his tracks. She was right and he knew it. Maybe he could try to explain to her how he felt. Maybe then she would understand. It was just that he was so fucking jealous of her that he lost all control. Shit, he didn't mind all that much her fooling around with a punk like Edwards. Besides, the guy was too young and Holly didn't seem to care for him all that much. But he had seen the way the beautiful brunette had looked at Donahue. It was like love at first sight. Man, bringing that handsome bastard around was the biggest mistake of Warren's life!
"Look, Holly...." he began, "I love you, I really do. I was just jealous. But now that I've cooled off I can see how wrong I was. Can't we just forget it and start all over?" he pleaded.
"Not on your life. You blew it. Get out of here!"
"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked hopefully.
"You'll see me on the news after Mark Donahue and I complete the swim. Now get out of my apartment before I call the police!" she screamed.
As Warren closed the front door quietly behind him, Holly slowly rolled over onto her side and struggled into a position to get up. A dull pain suffused her battered and well-fucked body as she carefully rose to her feet, picking up her rumpled clothing along the way.
"You son of a bitch," she muttered under her breath. "If you were going to force me, you could have at least let me cum!" Then, her clothes in hand, she walked naked into the bathroom to take a shower.
CHAPTER NINE
"Thank you so much for coming by, Mark," Holly purred as the handsome young man stepped through her front door and entered the small apartment. "It's quite exciting for me to meet a celebrity, although I must admit we met under-shall we say-awkward circumstances."
"Awkward is the word for it, all right. To tell you the truth, I've had a hard-on ever since." He smiled down at her charmingly, his bright blue eyes sparkling. "And I was very happy to get your call."
Holly smiled. "Would you like a drink? I made a batch of martinis. Please help yourself, and I'd like one, on the rocks. The ice is in the bucket."
"I normally don't indulge. Like to keep in shape; however, this seems like a special occasion," Donohue replied, walking over to the liquor cabinet. "A very special occasion indeed."
"I'm glad you think so. It is for me, too."
There was a silence in the room while the young swimmer poured the martinis and handed a glass to his voluptuous brunette hostess. God she was beautiful, he thought longingly. Ever since we first met her, get ting her naked cunt licked by the redheaded guy, he'd been able to "think of nothing else but fucking this sensuous, hot-blooded beauty. And Mark knew Holly wanted him to. He could tell by the look she had given him as she was putting her bikini panties back on in the office. It had been full of fire.
Holly thanked him and then, knowing exactly what she was doing, she walked over to the couch and sat down, crossing her long tapered legs and leaned back, her glass in her hands and downed the martini.
"Mmmmmmm ... I think I needed that after everything that has happened today," she said, a mischievous smile on her face, her beautiful face that was rounded with dark hair that she had curled in little gypsy rings before he had arrived. Her eyes were giving her away: they had that drowsy, lusty look, and Mark's cock lurched painfully in his pants. He realized that now that he was alone with her, he wanted to fuck her even more. He wanted to see her naked body and crush it beneath his and fuck her until her expression changed from smoldering lust to a screaming, begging cum! It was in her glance, her movement, her pores! He wanted to instinctively fuck her until he had made that hot pussy of hers cum all around his cock! She was a challenge to his manhood as she sprawled almost indecently on the couch, licking the rim of her glass and making a face, thrusting out her wet lower lip in a pout as she held it out and said: "Mmmmmmmm ... but it's all gone now
"Let me fix you another one," he said, leaning over her and looking down at her cleavage, at her huge, sensuous tits that were so white and firm and moved with an athletic kind of suppleness all of their own as he saw the nipples pressed erectly out against the material at the front of her dress.
The hem of her dress was pulled up as she seemed to restlessly move her legs and ass as if always searching for a more comfortable position. They writhed in a lazy way, her thighs moving as Mark watched them out of the corner of his eye. He felt his prick growing even thicker and bigger inside his shorts and took the empty glass from her quickly, trying to hide the rapidly growing bulge in his crotch, although he didn't know why. Jesus, he wasn't a school boy, for Christsakes! But he nevertheless took his time adding ice to the glasses.
But his huge, uncomfortable hard-on didn't escape Holly's eyes, and she let her gaze rove lewdly over his body. "Ooooohhh
." she said, "I like to look at well-built men. Maybe that's why I took up swimming so I could be around half-naked men in the pool."
His cock lurched again in his pants as he poured the martinis from the pitcher into the glasses, pouring himself a double. Holly talked to him with his back turned. "You like me, don't you?"
"Yeah," he answered, never looking around, the sound of the ice tinkling in the glasses. "A lot."
"Warren said something to me about you looking for a partner to swim the channel. He mentioned he told you about me and you were interested. Did you see my time sheet?"
"Yeah. Friesen showed it to me before we ... ah ... met you. It's excellent."
"And I keep in shape, too."
"I can see that!"
"Well, what I want to know is if you're interested in letting me be the other half of your team."
"Very. In fact, if you're willing, I am. But it's going to be pretty hard."
"Well, I have a lot of stamina and a strong body. Do you like my body?" She asked the question in a whisper he heard above the soft music on the radio, and he could hear her body moving behind him-material, clothing, rustling and being adjusted. "Do you like my body?" her voice insisted. "Tell me the honest truth."
"Yeah, I do. It really turns me on, as you might have noticed."
"Well then, look at it."
The suppressed excitement in her voice made him turn slowly, a drink in either hand. What he saw almost made him drop his drinks and pitch headfirst onto the couch.
The beautiful young brunette, with a flashing smile, was lying on the couch on her back. Her feet were close together but she had spread her lovely knees as wide apart as the couch would allow, and she had pulled her dress up around her waist. She lay there smiling, naked from the waist down as he had seen her earlier that day. There, framed by her smoothly rounded thighs, were the soft smooth cheeks of her ass, and above them her pussyhairs, so soft and dark, were curling up toward him, framing the small thin lips of her cunt. And, as he stared, it opened slightly and throbbed in unbidden excitement!
The light in the room was low yet he could see her pussy-juices glisten and shine between her nakedly spread legs as the moistness gathered. Mark almost groaned aloud as he looked at Holly lying in front of him, grinding her darkly furred cunt up and slowly, teasingly rotated it around. And below her cunt, below the moistly curling pussyhairs, he saw the tight shadowed split where her asscheeks met and gasped as he watched the naked flesh clench and bunch as she undulated her hips up and down.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmnnn, ooohhhhhh, mmmmmnnnnn...." she moaned. Her eyes were closed halfway, and her mouth was open in a lewd smile as she watched the expression on his face. "Do you still like my naked cunt?" she asked in a low, seductive whisper.
Mark Donohue couldn't utter a single word. All he could do was nod as he looked down and saw the swelling lips of her naked pussy made more pliable by her slow gyrations. His cock leapt to wild life in his shorts with an aching hardness, and his hands trembled as he looked around for a place to set the martinis down. Then, with a somewhat nervous little laugh, the sexy brunette raised her smoothly curved ass off the couch and pulled her skirt down. She swung to her feet and looked at him with her hungrily gleaming eyes. "I decided way over a year ago that I wouldn't let any man fuck me unless I felt a certain kind of love for him. I've tried to keep this promise to myself, and nearly made it ... except for the past few days. But they were accidents. I just couldn't help myself."
Mark set the drinks down on the bar and turned to her as she came and stood close, crowding him against the bar and brushing one of her bare legs up between his stiff legs. Her voice was like velvet as she whispered: "I felt something ... some kind of chemistry pass between us today. I've wanted to let you fuck me ever since."
He breathed heavily through his mouth. God, this lady was unreal! She was beautiful and sensuous ... she was the woman he had dreamed about. "I felt something for you, too, Holly," he managed at last.
Slowly she began unbuttoning his shirt, but she never was able to finish, for suddenly Donohue seized her in his powerful arms and crushed her body against his. He felt her responding as she ground her hot cunt hard onto his crotch, her pussy finding his hugely pulsing cock stiff up against his stomach under his clothing and writhing back and forth against it. This was about all he could take!
Suddenly, he was like a wild man, thrusting her away and tearing at her clothes. Holly crouched on the floor and made a low animal noise as she began unbuttoning the front of her dress, exposing her nakedly trembling tits. Her face was as wildly alive 'as it had ever been before, and her eyes glittered with sexual excitement. Oh, God she was hot ... she just couldn't wait for Mark to fuck her!
In no time at all she was unbuttoning her dress, and it hung open for one delicious moment so that he could see her titties, firm and free, with the nipples hardened like bullets. Her stomach was hardened and flat, and her tits jutted out as she let the dress fall over her sun-tanned shoulders. Mark stood still as he watched the dress slip soundlessly to the floor, watched it slide down her strong young back, slowly at first and then falling with a silent rush. And then she stood naked before him, her body magnificent and sensuous and wild. He could see the muscles rippling and tensing in her long thighs ... Oh, Jesus ... he had to fuck her ... he had to fuck her now!
Mark tore at his shorts with a guttural cry and then stood with his painfully throbbing cock protruding awkwardly out and upward, wavering as if blindly trying to find her cunt. He didn't care and lunged for her, but she was too quick, leaping back and to the side.
"You've got to tell me that I'm special to you, Mark," she moaned.
"Ohhhhh, God, Holly ... I've never met anyone like you. All the other girls I've ever fucked, or loved even, are nothing now," he groaned. And it was true. God, she was fantastic, he thought hotly as she lowered her body to the couch.
"I've never seen a woman so beautiful as you are naked," he muttered, staring down at her body that was sprawled so sensuously on the soft cushions. Mark could see that her eyes were dilated a little from the excitement also. Jesus, it was all that he could do to keep from dropping to his knees beside the couch and locking his lips on her naked pussy at that very moment, but he held himself back. He sensed that she needed more than that. Holly obviously knew what fucking was all about, and despite the lewdness of their first meeting back in her office behind the pool, he knew she wasn't the kind of woman a guy jumped on top of to get his rocks off. No, she was deeper than that. ... as deep as the channel they would swim together two months from now.
"I think I love you, Holly. I really think I love you," Mark whispered. "And I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you."
Hearing his passionate words she began to quiver hotly beneath his loving, lustful gaze. "You really think you love me, Mark?" she breathed, her voice deeper this time.
"Oh, God yes, yes, I love you, and I want to prove my love ... I want to fuck you, fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he answered, the lewd words coming from his mouth exciting him even more.
"Oh, Mark," she moaned, "I love you, too ... and I want you to fuck me with that big huge prick of yours." Suddenly, her hand was groping wildly until it found the huge, throbbing hardness of his cock. "Ohh! Oooohhhh, I like your prick ... it's going to feel so good fucking and twisting around deep up my pussy! Oh, God, Mark, I want you to fuck me with it! I can't wait! I can't wait!" she moaned, for she knew that this fuck would be the best she had ever had.