Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2004 21:04:21 -0800 (PST)
From: 69
Subject: Hollie Part 1

On an early Spring morning I found myself busy as ever
getting my three kids off to school. For a single
father it was always tough. My two beautiful girls I
always spoiled, but I expected my son to be
responsible like me. He was the total opposite and
antagonized his sisters beyond belief, but it was
Friday, and I was looking forward to a three-day
weekend.

Stress in my life was always high, very high. A friend
told me that a good steady sex-life would help, but I
had no way and no time to seek out a partner of any
type, so I just stuck to masturbation as often as I
could even though afterward it made me feel tired and
guilty. Guilty? I don't know why; I wasn't the one who
walked out on a beautiful family. Tired? Well that was
just the let down from all the stress. I guess it
could be called relaxed.

My wife decided one day, when our oldest kid was 10,
that she liked another guy and poof was gone. She was
the best fuck I ever had. That's probably why I
married her. We had been fucking steadily since high
school; in large part, that was probably why she left.
She was always easily bored. I was so disgusted when I
found three of their wet spots on the bed sheets. I
circled them with a black marker and left my wedding
band on the bed near them and put her belongs in
storage within 24 hours.

The divorce was fast and profitable for the kids.
Fortunately, my X had latched onto a millionaire who
was eager to make me go away, so I said for two
million of his fortune we would just leave them alone
forever, plus I demanded another million for the kid's
education and marriage funds. A few lawyerly exchanges
later and we were free and 3 million dollars richer.
The bastard had his slim 36 DD red headed,
freckled-covered hottie, and was she hot.

Fearing that the money would just go away someday, I
kept my job and worked hard to pay for everything we
needed out of my pocket and just let the 3 million sit
in an account and grow, and grow it did. Yahoo!

Well, kind of yahoo, until the boohoo's started. They
missed their mother. I did all I could to console
them. Nothing worked. I was frantic, searching for a
solution to their unhappiness. To put it plainly, the
kids were bored as hell, until I decided to let them
do whatever they wanted to do, hoping it would
distract them for a while, and in an attempt to make
things easier, I resigned from my job and focused on
raising them since money was no longer an issue.

My oldest daughter Riley, 13, was a bombshell of a
girl who could pass for 18. She had quickly matured
into one of the most beautiful women I ever knew. I
would tell Riley that often, but she just didn't
believe it until the winter of her 14th year. Her
breasts grew to 36 D's and suddenly in the 8th grade
she was the most popular girl in school.

Go figure...

As a father, I asked God why he had made my life so
difficult; obviously I would scrutinize every boy
Riley would bring home, talk to, or would call her. It
was a blessing and a curse. She, at the same time,
mesmerized and terrified all the boys at school, and
she had no problems making friends.

She had a best friend she grew up with and boy did her
friend grow. Hollie was older than Riley by a few
months, but, on the other hand, was not as fortunate
at the maturity game. I doubt she ever got to a full B
cup, but everything else about her was angelic and
magical.

I first got a glimpse of her womanhood a year or so
earlier during a camping trip. She had wondered into
the cabin late at night where her father and I where
downing glasses of scotch. She had been swimming with
Riley and another girl I had the hots for (brown-eyed
brunette with that china doll cutie look and a turned
up nose). She was standing there, leaning against the
wall laughing at us, inching closer to me until she
was against the table, legs spread a little and
leaning over so that her swim top opened just enough.
I had a perfect view of her breasts and erect nipples.
OK. At that moment, even though I had to go piss
something awful, I knew that I couldn't because
everyone would see my raging hardon through my tight
fitting jeans.

Hollie saw it, and she acknowledged that I was
turned-on by winking at me and glancing between my
legs as her father got up to refresh our drinks. It
was about then that she moved her hips in such a way
that her swimsuit bottom drooped a bit and exposed her
lightly hairy pubic mound. She had the biggest smile.
She knew exactly what she was doing.

By the afternoon, the stress had peaked, and things
were beginning to wind down. Riley got home from
school in a rush, making plans for the evening and
basically turning the house upside down. A dance then
a party afterwards had her occupied, making phone
calls, adjusting make up, changing clothes, muttering
curses under her breath over her hair. The whole time
she would ask me if I could take her and her friends
to the dance, then to get something to eat, then to
the party, and then pick them up at midnight and back
home for a sleep over.

Stress again.

"Sure sweetie, I'd be happy to." It wasn't a lie. My
only wish was that somehow I could relax. Playing late
night chauffeur was not particularly appealing.

But I survived. Around midnight the chauffeuring was
nearly over. I guess there were 6 girls in my
Expedition all rocking and swaying to the hottest beat
on the radio. Hardly comparable to human conversation,
their chat focused mostly on the "hot 7th graders"
Riley had danced with and how the others were envious
but admittedly afraid to take that step backward to
dance with an underclassman. We were rounding the
corner to drop off the first little hottie. Whoever
she was she had on a tube-top-type-thing and a skirt
that was loosely resting only an inch above her pubic
mound.

Secrets started flying as fool-hearted laughter was
overpowering the radio. It all was just noise adding
to my stress level. My interest in their little to-do
wasn't peaked until one of the big-boobed
blonde-bitches said, "He was how big?" a little too
loudly.

The car became painfully quite with all eyes on me.
Riley was mortified. It was up to me to break the ice
and restart the fun, oh joy.

"Certainly you guys are talking about the fish that
got away...right." The car erupted in over-sexed and
tense laughter. Riley rolled her eyes and painfully
slid down in her seat. As if nothing happened, the
noise only teenage girls can make was an order of
magnitude greater.

It took about 45 minutes to drop off the next 3 girls
and all that were left were Riley and Hollie. During
the ride home, I would look in the rearview mirror and
catch Hollie staring at me. She would smile a big
smile and a few times pucker her lips to blow me a
kiss. "Where the hell was this coming from?" I though.
Luckily Riley was up front with me, out of view. I
felt my dick start to stiffen knowing that I'd see
Hollie in a tiny swimsuit soon. They were planning to
go hot tubing as soon as we got home. As luck would
have it, my other daughter and son were at sleepovers
of their own. I started to slap myself for what I was
thinking, but the possibility that I could catch a
glimpse of Hollie in that tiny bikini again, or well
maybe more, had caused my dick to grow raging hard and
leaking precum. I didn't remember how long it had been
since I had cum but I knew it had been over a week.

The driveway was a welcome site. We parked the SUV and
stumbled out of the car into the garage. Riley was
first in the house and turned on some lights, "Where
is everyone?" She asked.

"At sleepovers." I told her.

"Good," was her simple reply, relieved to have the
house empty.

As Riley rounded the corner, Hollie stopped behind,
turned and planted a wet juicy kiss on my lips and
rubbed her palm against my straining hard on. She
stood there for a second and winked at me, them
mouthed, "I'll see you later."

Me, the mister cool dude just stood there, the deer in
the headlights, the frog that screamed just before the
lawn mower passed over. Yes I was cool, and mouthed
back, "I can't hear you." Get a clue fool; she MOUTHED
the words. Yes the moment was awkward. But she just
laughed at me and bounced away. I collapsed against
the wall in the entry way and panted 30 or 40 times
before mustering the strength in my knees to take a
step.

Some how I had always felt a connection with this
beautiful girl and a very strong attraction to her,
but I never remember letting her know. Or maybe she
just figured it out or sensed something. Needless to
say, I was ready to squirt as I watched her hot ass
sway into the next room. I heard her make her way
upstairs and both girls fumbling around and laughing.

I decided that was enough torture and proceeded to go
to bed, stopping by the bar to pour myself a long
bourbon and ice. Shit, forget the glass; give me the
bottle bar tender.

As I was settling in for the night, Riley shouted,
"Dad, we're going hot tubing."

"OK, sweetie, just don't leave the house. OK?"

"Uh, Dad."

"Yeah honey?"

"The hot tub's outside."

"Oh shit Riley, you know what I mean."

"I know. Just kidding. We won't leave the backyard."

"Night Mr. Bob," Hollie blurted out.

"Night girls."

I pulled on a tee shirt and my favorite sleeping
shorts and headed for the bed, but paused just a
moment to peak out the window. There in the dimness, I
saw Riley sitting in the tub and Hollie standing in
the glow of the pool light in a robe pulled tightly
around her. Riley lifted her hand toward Hollie and
motioned, "Come on in." At that point I nearly fell
through the window as Hollie loosened her robe and let
it fall around her feet. She was completely naked. I
looked back toward Riley and could see no straps on
her shoulders.

"Holy shit!" I mumbled and rushed to turn off the
lights in my bedroom to get a better view. From my
second story bedroom, as I peeked through one of the
large windows, I saw the shadowy outline of Hollie's
perfect body, the slope of her breast, the curve and
sway of her perfect ass. As she eased into the hot
tub, Riley stood, revealing her enormous breasts in
the blue glow of the pool light. She moved over next
to Hollie and in a surprise move, held Hollie close
and kissed her. At least that was the way it looked
from two stories up.

Hollie's arms embraced Riley, and she moved to
straddle Riley's lap. I had no idea my daughter was
bisexual. Like father, like daughter. I knew she was
already fucking her boy friend. I walked in on them
when I came home early from work on a Thursday
afternoon. However, they had no idea. I had heard
moaning from upstairs and sneaked up. Riley had
forgotten to close her bedroom door. I had a full view
of her huge tits bouncing around as she rode her hot
14 year-old boy friend's hot hard dick, her hands
fondling and pulling her nipples. They fortunately
didn't notice I was home, so I just snuck back out and
drove away with my raging hard on and precum soaked
pants and spent the afternoon at the local gentlemen's
lodge getting lap dances until I came. (My favorite
girl, Samantha, was there and knew me well. $200.00
later, my dark trousers were soaking wet with cum.)

The thought of Riley having sex with another girl was
still not sinking in very well. I wasn't sure if she
fully understood what she was doing. However, I
decided to take my drunken ass to bed before I got
caught spying and just drift off to sleep. At least
that was the decision I thought I had made. As I lay
in bed, I thought about my own bisexual experiences in
junior high school and high school. They were nothing
but hot. Honestly I got more dick than pussy through
out those years. But I maintained a good balance. It
had been only recently that I ventured back into the
bisexual playground and had some good no strings
attached fun. Just two weeks ago, I was in a three-way
with two other hot fuck buddies, one 18 the other 20.
Finally sleep took me away.

Whether it was a dream didn't matter to me. I was
feeling good. Hell everything was feeling good. Better
than good, Great! In this dream I was getting the best
blowjob of my life, sweet and soft. I dared not open
my eyes for fear of loosing my dream. Lips so soft
kissed my aching shaft. A tongue so smooth and hot
teased and tickled my spongy head. Hands tender but
firm gripped, pulled, and gently massaged my aching
balls. Oh my, what a wonderful dream that was, even
complete with the strong odor of pussy. Pussy? I
cracked an eye open and shut it quickly with a jerk.
There was a pussy smelling pubic mound right in my
face.

To make sure it was real and not some gross
miss-adventure of our golden retriever, I took a very
deep breath. Yes, it was unmistakably human and
unmistakably human female. I opened both eyes and
remembered to concentrate on my raging hardon and the
tender care it was being given. I lifted my hand and
placed it on the soft, smooth fleshy hips of my
mystery companion. A moan came from ... well ... down
there, and I recognized the voice and remembered
Hollie promising that she would "see me later." At
that point I came to the realization that it is what
it is. And IT is here with me.

I traced my hand along the silky smooth hips of my
lover, up her back, down her side and gently slipped
my hand along the fringes of pubic hair covering her
precious mound. Another moan told me I was right on
target. Her legs spread some, giving me full few of
her youthful engorged pussy lips. In the dull-grey
light of night, I could see the slight shimmer of
moisture trickling down her fleshy folds. Just as she
settled, her lips parted slightly and oh my god the
enormous rust of lust-filling aroma that rose from her
womanhood.

"My god this girl's hot and ready." I thought to
myself as I leaned up on one elbow and took in another
nose full of her scent. I could resist no longer and
nuzzled my nose directly into her coarse pile of pubic
hair. She was not shaved nor trimmed, and I was glad.
I kissed her mound and licked the hairy texture. I
belonged to her for now.

Hollie rolled over on her back and I straddled atop
her in 69 fashion, my dick still in her silky mouth,
her legs spread wide and her knees slightly in the
air. Slipping my hands under her butt cheeks, I
gripped and massaged them feeling her soft tender
flesh. Then I took one long inverted lick from her
clit down. "Upside down pussy" was always my favorite
as it was less tiring. My head rested on the bed as I
took yet another long lick of her soft and swollen
lips, careful not to part them or let my tongue
venture into her love hole. But there was enough love
juice seeping from her to give me a wonderful taste of
her essence. Mmmmm. The best I'd ever tasted. Funny
how nearly all women taste this way, leaving a kind of
tingling sensation on my tongue and lips.

Hollie was sucking me so slowly, the head of my dick
rubbing against her tongue, as I pumped my hips in
unison with her own. She had her hand around my ass,
spreading the cheeks and toying with my tender and way
sensitive ass hole. Each brush of her fingers would
send electric charges though my abdomen, into my balls
causing my muscles to tighten and then dribble a bit
more precum. From there she would press on the
sensitive area beneath my balls then lightly tickle my
scrotum, fondle my balls then back to my hole.

 "Oh shit she was good."

I began to tremble as she was bringing me closer and
closer. But this experienced youth stopped short of my
orgasm and started kissing the area around my shaft
and said, "Eat me. Eat me now."

At that I devoured her pussy, her lips splitting apart
hurriedly as I targeted her clit. A gush of her juices
flooded across my face spilling down her crack. I
licked and tortured her clit with all the might my
tongue could muster, "Oh, Oh, mmmmm, Oh," my Hollie
kept saying. I stopped just for a moment to clean up
her juices slurping them, licking them then returned
to her clit once again. "OH SHIT!" she yelled as a
huge orgasm ripped through her body. Thank god she had
released my dick or I would need an embarrassing set
of stitches. Her abdomen cramped, body arching and
trembling beneath me.

She yelled, "Stop. Stop. Stop. Sensitive. Oh. OH. Fuck
me. Oh, fuck me now. That was so good!" She let out an
intense little squeak as I rolled over and lifted her
legs over my shoulders. She was staring at me, reached
up with a sly grin and wiped her hand across my face,
cleaning the love juice from me. She then proceeded to
lick her hand clean, enjoying the taste and sent of
her own womanhood.

My dick head, spongy, dripping wet with precum and
hard as oak, pressed against the tenderness of her
pussy. HOT, WET. I had to get in and fast. Yet I
resisted penetration and moved the length of my very
thick shaft against her hairy slit, nailing her clit
again and again. She began to thrust against my hard
rod, faster, breathing, head tucked down, hands on my
shoulders, her hot breath flooding against chest.

She began to tremble again, "Ahh, AhAhAhAh, and just
as she began to cramp and arch inwardly, I let my
shaft penetrate her tight vagina only slightly with
short, quick little thrusts. Her orgasm was intense,
as she tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth,
moaning a near soundless scream, head thrashing left,
right, sweating, heart racing.

"Oh my god, don't stop." She said, voice weak and
trembling.

I continued to pump little pumps and she came twice
more each with a little diminished intensity, but she
would strain to scream against her clamped, closed
mouth pounding me on my sides with her clinched fist
then grabbing a hand full of my flesh on my back and
clawing it. Ah the pain was wonderful and made me more
animal than lover.

I slowed a few seconds; she let her breath escape. All
these orgasms and I was only a inch or so inside her.
At that point I went to my elbows and held her head in
my hands, kissed her deeply, tasting the saltiness of
my precum on her lips and worked my way down to her
engorged breasts, the tip of my dick still inside her.
They were small but awfully sexy breasts with large
firm and pink nipples. Sweet and salty, I sucked her
nipples and felt her thrusts begin again.

At that point, I slipped my dick in further and met a
familiar résistance. She opened her eyes wide, looking
at me; a slight twinge of fear and pain fell across
her face. I just looked at her and felt a huge
swelling in my chest realizing that this young girl
was about to give me her most precious gift.

I leaned to her ear, "You sure?"

She put her arms around me, hooked her heels against
my ass and whispered back, "Yes. Yes, I want you so
badly."

I put my arms around her and lifted her so that she
was sitting in my lap, my dick straining against her
virginity. She began sliding her pussy up and down on
my dick, rocking slightly, pressing against my dick a
little more each time, then finally, locked her big
blue eyes directly to mine and slammed herself down.
We both heard the rip. She tucked her bottom lip in
again, but this time a tear trickled down her cheek. I
kissed it, and she buried her face in my shoulder and
neck. I felt her relax as I told her that everything
was OK and that I wanted to make mad passionate love
to her more than anything in the world. She lifted her
head and kissed me softly, then with more passion, our
tongues seeking each other's. I held her there and she
started gently thrusting her hips moving her tight
pussy the full length of my shaft.

Though she already had all the assets of one, my
Hollie became a woman that night. Hot, sexy, loving,
feeling, she was an overly sensual female with all the
desire and love of life and a good hard dick.

I laid her back on the bed and we naturally assumed
the missionary position. All the feelings of making
love to a woman I had missed for so long, came rushing
back to me as we both lost ourselves in the waves of
climax building within each of us. Hollie had her arms
around my neck, relentlessly thrusting her hips
growing to a harder and faster rhythm with each
thrust.

"MMMMmm, Ohhh," She said again as I fucked her with
longer and deeper strokes. Her head slammed back and
twisted from side to side.

"Oh my god," was all she could utter. "Don't stop.
Please don't stop."

I picked up the pace, feeling her pussy growing
tighter and wetter with each thrust.

"Hollie, I'm cuming."

"Yes. Cum. Please, fill my pussy. Fuck me, Bob, Fuck
me, me, mmmmm, fuc, mm, I'm cu. . . mmmmm."

I released a long string of cum with each slamming
thrust of my dick into her body. It sent me over the
top with the most powerful orgasm I'd ever known.
Exhausted we just lay next to each other breathing
deeply. Touching each other just to be sure this was
real. Then sleep.

When I awoke, Hollie was gone, the bed was a total
mess and sticky. I took a sleepy breath and could
still smell her hot pussy. I missed my Hollie.