Date: Wed, 29 Dec 2004 06:38:44 -0800 (PST)
From: 69
Subject: Hollie Part 4

3:00 am Monday

The chasm between us was impossible to cross. Whether
150 feet deep or 200, it really didn't matter, for a
fall that distance would be certain death. She had to
be frightened, alone and so far away her facial
features weren't discernable. She was screaming
something, her body slightly bent forward, hands near
her face, but the deafening wind silenced her voice.

On a small ledge below me was a good length of rope.
Who left it or how it got there really didn't matter.
I had a chance to cross the deep canyon, get to her,
and save her. In one steady leap, I dropped to the
ledge. Quickly I coiled the rope and prepared to toss
an end across.

With all the strength I could muster to send the rope
to the other side, I let out an awful groan. The rope
landed on the cliff next to her, but the weight from
the rope itself began to pull it down. She lunged for
it and tripped.

"No! What have I done?" I yelled as she fell over the
edge, her body flipping, tumbling, and slamming into
the jagged cliff face.

"Hollie! No!" I screamed then threw my face to my
hands. The wind ceased. Calmness. I pulled my hands
away. A faint morning light made her bare shoulder and
womanly curves under the white sheet visible. The rise
and fall of her chest was barely detectable. Alive.

"Huh? What? I'm right here." Her sleepy voice
grumbled.

"You're . . . . Oh my god. It was awful." I was
sitting up in bed, the sheets tangled around my waist
and legs. Immediately I lay down next to her, put my
arm around her thin body and kissed the back of her
head.

"Are you Ok?" She asked, too laden with sleep.

"Sure, and I'm glad you are too."

In the time it took me to answer her, her breathing
became soft and steady. I spooned next to her naked,
soft flesh. She was warm, inviting. A slight sigh of
contentment resounded from her as I began to consider
the coming days. Devising plans to be with her, to be
an endless companion, to be there for her when she
would fall, these thoughts began crowding my mind. The
fall; her fall; in my dream; it happened because of my
own poor judgment. I was shocked back to reality,
unclear to me how I could be harming her, and for sure
I didn't want to consider any such notion.

I was certain about one thing. I loved Hollie, more
than lust, more than life. It was complete, though
made a challenge by secrecy and deceit, but it was not
some sick, twisted sexual perversion. I had read the
novel Lolita and found it less than intriguing. There
was nothing impish about my Hollie girl. Everything
about her was real, mature, and oh my god,
off-the-hook sexually.


5:30 am.


Unable to sleep, I quietly rolled out of bed and
headed for the shower. The urge to get out of town, go
far away and take my Hollie girl with me pressed
against my notion of reasonable things to do. Who knew
if Hollie would go for it; or if her Aunt Brittany
would allow it; but it was worth a try. The last thing
she should take away from all of these sexual
encounters should be a close study of my bedroom
ceiling. I'm certain that she wouldn't complain, but I
wanted more for her, more for us. My future was with
her; I was beginning to find it impossible to envision
a life without Hollie.

With as little noise as possible, I turned the shower
on and stripped. As I stretched and moved around, my
muscles felt stiff like from a serious work out; come
to think about it, I had. Then it occurred to me that
Michelle and Brittany were gone. I peeked out the
dressing closet window that overlooked the front yard
to make certain Brit's car was gone. Freedom. That's
what I liked. Freedom.

"Well we could go to Colorado or to Canada," I
thought. Some place to go where no one knew us, would
know us, would care about us, or even realize there
was "an us." But those destinations would require
identification and pass ports. Not a problem for me,
but for Hollie, I couldn't risk it. So, I thought
about my buddy's 25,000-acre ranch out west. We could
drive there in about 3 hours and spend all the time we
wanted. I had built a ranch house just for the hell of
it out there. I even had a cleaning crew twice per
month to dust and ensure the place was ready for a
visit at any time. That's it; that's what we'll do.
The decision's made."

I finished up my shower and dressed as quickly as
possible. I wanted to wake up my Hollie girl and get
her packed and then prepare breakfast. She still had
to convince Brittany that it was cool to go. I didn't
see a problem with that, but I wanted to be sure all
bases were covered. No need to complicate things
further by disappearing from the face of the earth.

''Hey, beautiful, wake up," I whispered to her and
touched her soft hair, which lay in a sleepy tousle
over the white pillow flowing down her neck and
shoulders. She was on her side, facing away from me.
Her legs stirring beneath the sheet, she rolled over
on her back and pulled the sheet over her naked chest.
Hollie looked up toward the ceiling smiling,
refreshed, and, of course, showing her youthful
beauty.

"When you are aware of your existence on earth," I
toyed with her, "please call your Aunt. Tell her that
we are going out of town for a couple of days."

"Huh? Out of town? You? Me?" A smile stretched across
her sleepy face as she sat up, letting the sheets
fall, revealing her pure white skin.

"Yep. You and me, we're going on a romantic escape." I
sat next to her, put my hand on her forearm and
caressed her there. "Hollie?"

"Yeah?" A few seconds filled the cool morning spring
air. Uneasiness laced the calmness around us.

"Oh. Nothing."

"Wait. What? You have something to say, so say it."

"Really, it was nothing.''

She blew me a kiss and reached for the phone. I went
on with packing but listened in as she called
Brittany.

"Hey Mimi, yeah, me too. No, I slept here. Of course
with him." She covered the mouthpiece and mouthed,
"It's Michelle!"

I could only think, "Duh!" Instead I mouthed back to
her, "Ouuu, baby. Tell her I can't wait," and pumped
my hips as if were fucking her tight, hairy pussy.

"I'll tell him. He says he can't wait to fuck you
again. HmHmHa," She laughed. "Yeah, he is. Can I talk
to Aunt Brit? Ok. Later." She paused and toyed with
the sheets.

"Michelle said you were the best fuck she'd ever had."


"Sure, probably the third or fourth."

"Don't be an asshole. She fucked you because you
turned her on. She's special and I know she's way
better looking than me. But she's my Mimi and you
can't jack with that."

She laid back and threw the covers off and ran her
fingers through her full pubic bush, then looked up at
me and gave a wicked smile. I know a hint when I see
one. I let my bath towel fall from my waist, crawled
between her legs, and took a big whiff of the real
morning glory. Even in the morning her pussy was sweet
and delicious.

"Hey Aunt Brit," Hollie singsonged on the phone. "No,
I'm here with Bob at his house. Well, yeah, I'm Ok.
Yes, here with him. Wait . . . . Mmm.  That's nice.
Sorry, Brit. He's eating my clit right now. Do you
mind if we go to . . . mmmmmmmm . . . to his ranch for
a few days?"

I looked up at her from my breakfast in bed. She
winked at me then closed her eyes and shuttered as my
tongue lashed at her fleshy, hard clit.

"Really? You don't mind? Cool! Oh! Mmmmmm. Sorry,
Brittany. I'm about to . . .  yeah . . .  MMMMmm, I'm
close. His tongue is so fucking wicked . . . . I don't
know what to tell my mom. I'll call her before we
leave. OK. Bye."  Brit is ok with us going. She's
jealous and wants to come along.''

"Cool. A ranch style orgy." I slur, keeping my tongue
focused on the business end of my sweet girl.

"Don't even think about it. You belong to me this
week. Now eat me, Dammit!"

"Yes ma'am."

I plowed my tongue into her pussy and began to tongue
fuck her aggressively. Her hips began to pump, meeting
my tongue as it slipped in and out of her sloppy wet
hole.

"Mmm, cumming, cum, c, c, Ohhh!'' A ton of her girl
cum flowed and trickled down her ass cheeks, spilling
over my own cheeks and chin. I looked at her soft pink
flower, its nectar still trickling and could see it
quiver slightly.

"Fuck me." She moaned, breathy,  begging.

I lifted her legs as I knee-walked up to her. My
throbbing hard dick slipped right in, her knees draped
over my arms.

"Mmmmm, Hollie. You're really ready, wet, hot and
loose. Nice'n slow we'll go. A slow comfortable screw
for my Hollie girl."

I picked up the pace a little and watched her face as
waves of pleasure coursed through her. I loved the way
her eyelids tilted upward on the outer edges.
"Cat-eyes" I called then. Every few seconds she would
open them, glance at me, roll those huge blue orbs
around in her head then close them again.

"Oh this feels so good. How can I ever leave this?"
Her question nearly made me loose interest, almost
slamming me to reality that this couldn't possibly
last; she was an intelligent young woman. . . . well.
. . .girl with sensibilities beyond her years.

"Mmmmm. Ohhhh. MMMMmm. Yeah deep and slow. Hold it all
the way in." Hollie whispered and placed her hands on
my face.

"Yeah. Leave it there." She said with the compassion
of an experienced lover.

As I held my position, my dick buried completely in
her pussy, she started squeezing me with her muscles.
I loved pussy hugs. My X-wife was very good at it and
would fuck me by just squeezing her pussy until we
both came. Hollie was showing signs of equal or better
talent. She kept up the pace for what seemed at least
5 minutes. My dick started stiffening. She recognized
the sensation and thrusted her hips so my dick was
slipping in and out of her hot, wet and talented love
hole. Her hands held and carressed her breasts, often
pinching her rosy-hard nipples. Our pubic mounds were
pressed against each other so tightly that I could
feel her muscles tense and relax. I continued to hold
still, her hips thrusting and pussy hugging me,
working me over but good.

The pressure started building in my balls. Her
breathing became sudden short gasps, she quickened her
pace, "Ah, Ah, AH, AH, AH, HHHAAAOOOhhhh, Mmmmmm, fuck
me, fuck me, FUCK ME."

I took that instruction to mean "pound the hell out of
my pussy now with great prejudice." I was only eager
to oblige and started thrusting with her. She came,
and came, and came, and came. I finally had to let go,
as the twitching was stronger than I could control. A
long continuous stream of cum flowed from my manhood.
Sensitivity set in, and I was empty. She continued to
pump and came three more times on my softening love
stick.

"Oh my god, Bob that was better than anything I've
ever known."

"Yeah, me too. Oh shit. Oh crap! I'm spent." My soft
dick slipped out of her with a soft-wet pop.


8:30 am


Hollie was in the shower humming and singing a tune
from the top 40, " . . .  the girl with the broken
smile . . . la, la, la." I had to laugh at her musical
ability or lack there of. It was so bad it was cute.

"Are you laughing at me?" She asked, eyes closed, hair
full of shampoo. I watched as her tits jiggled in
concert with her hair washing.

"Who me. Laugh at my Hollie girl. The girl I . . .,"
What the hell was I about to say. "I . . . uh."

"The girl you just fucked to hell and back? The girl
you just had the most incredible sex with. You guys
are all the same, no matter the age."

"The girl I love . . . is what I was . . . . what I
was going to . . . "

She became painfully quiet, focused on finishing her
shower. Those were the words I didn't want to say and
the ones she didn't want to hear, but there they were,
floundering on the floor, slipping down the walls,
clinging to the ceiling, etching their way into the
mirrors; but the scariest of all, they were resonating
within her young, impressionable, delicate, heart.

She shut the water off, wrapped a towel around her
body in mature girl fashion and turban-wrapped her
hair then stepped out of the shower. Her legs never
seemed so long, so white, so firm and young. She took
two steps and was 2 inches from me, her eyes locked on
mine.

"Are we ready for this?" I asked myself. I suddenly
began to contemplate relationships that would be
easier like mixed-race or even same-sex partnering.
Those could be explained and folks would turn a blind
eye, but this relationship was unpalatable among too
many cultures, countries, and generations.

"I know you love me, Bob, and I love you and have
since I can remember. It started with you being very
nice to me, then with a crush. It might have been a
wink, a glance, a word of selflessness, but that's how
it always starts doesn't it?"

"Hollie, I . . . I'm sorry."

"I'm not. Don't be sorry. We'll figure this out
somehow."

I was beginning to feel like a teenager talking to his
mother.

"I don't know why I'm attracted to men old enough to
be my dad, but I am. Maybe I'm just a rapidly
emotionally maturing girl. I mean I fuck like an older
woman, don't I?"

"Well, yeah . . . better than most of the them. Let's
get dressed. I really want to be with you and have
nothing to worry about."

"OK, Hollie girl."


9:00 am


She was amazing to be with, so responsible, so much in
charge of her own affairs. We were downstairs, had
breakfast, and in the car in 30 minutes.

She napped a few minutes into the trip. I knew she was
awake when her hand slid up and down my thigh, which
resulted in my dick creeping down the leg of my pants.
She found the stiff tool and squeezed it a few times.
The anticipation of tonight was really exciting.
Driving always put me in a pensive mood, which on that
day the thoughtful topic was my new girl friend,
Hollie.

Ok. There I said it, or thought it, but for whatever
it was worth, she and I clicked. "My girl friend."

"Somebody's all ready to get up and go, I see." Hollie
made the comment while stretching, taking a deep yawn,
then putting her hands over her breasts and squeezing
them. "All the sex we've had has made me want more. I
can't get satisfaction, I guess."

"Hey, when you're in your grove don't jack with it.
It's very lucky for me that you are so wound up right
now. The sex has been perfect. So, tell me more about
Chase and what you and he do. Do you guys like, kiss
and feel each other up and stuff?"

"Yeah. We've been doing that for a long time. I just
don't want to fuck him, but I don't know why I make
out with Chase. He's such an asshole some times.
Granted though, he is really cute and the best kisser
I know. . . . next to you, of course."

"Maybe he can join us one day."

"You think so?"

"I wouldn't mind. It'd probably be fun."

''I know for a fact that he sucks dicks."

"Yeah? You caught him blowing somebody?"

"My cousin Bryan. You know him, the super cute
blonde."

"Wow! I bet that was hot!"

"It was. They didn't know I was watching. Bryan had
just turned 12. Chase is 11 months older. Anyway,
Chase actually tongued Bryan's butt hole, sucked his
dick a long time, and swallowed his cum."

"We definitely have to hook up with him."

"You know my mom thinks you're a real, hmmm, what's
the word she used? Hunk."

"So, your whole family wants a piece."

"And, all the neighborhood moms think you're really
sexy."

''Did you know I help your mom with computer stuff
sometimes?"

"That's what she told me, and she said you're always a
gentleman we she is alone with you at her office. My
mom never talks to me about sex stuff, never; but she
said, if you can believe this, you make her really
horny."

"To tell you the truth, I wanted many times to kiss
her when we were alone. I didn't know how she would've
reacted."

"Fucked you then and there is how. She's hornier than
I am. She fucks her rubber dicks everyday, and then
fucks my dad at night. And don't you dare get any
ideas!"

"Like, don't be a mother fucker?"

"Oh. . . you're so damned funny."


12:00 noon


We arrived at the ranch around noon. Hollie quickly
noted the silence, freaky and in a way deafening. Not
a soul was around for 30 miles. A cold breeze blew
from the northwest, sending a sudden chill down our
spines. Neither of us had jackets. Hollie, being of
fair skin, sported a red nose almost instantly, and
the strong wind blowing her hair made her look really
sexy.

"All of that house is yours?" She asked, staring in
amazement at the sprawling home in front of us.

"Yeah. Compliments of my X-wife's hubby."

"How much did you get from them?" She scooted over to
me seeking warmth.

''Three million."

"No way!"

"It's grown to 15 over the passed three years."

"Really! I didn't know. You're a millionaire. I'm
having an affair with a millionaire? Cool! Can I have
some money?"

An affair. Now that put a different spin on the deal.
I've been thinking that I was being some sort of child
molesting pervert, and she is truly being very adult
about the whole "affair." Hmmm clever girl.


5:00 pm


We took extra time to make dinner after a quick trip
into town to buy groceries and odds and ends we forgot
to pack. Among all the things we had fun doing, we
chose to dine south Asian style on the floor, with
finger bowls. The modifications I made to the usual
Chinese menu gave us sauces and sweet creams for
licking off various body parts. We feasted slowly,
feeding each other bites of this and that near the
warmth of a huge roaring fire. Though I'm not an
advocate of underage drinking, we shared two bottles
of red wine. Needless to say, we were relaxed. She had
become overly giggly and amorous.

The music on the computer was slow and easy jazz,
which in a way sounded like a track played behind a
porno video, but for the most part, it set us in the
mood to slow dance, caress each other, sway, touch,
and kiss. Something hung in the air around us, not
necessarily visible, but it was perceptible; it was as
if the feelings we shared took on a life of their own,
separate from our bodies. None of these things seemed
real and way beyond surreal, but for what it was
worth, I cherished the day, the night, and just being
with my Hollie girl.

The large picture window overlooking a huge desert
valley was a major attraction at this ranch house.
Sprawling over 15,000 square feet, the windows stood
about 10 feet high and comprised the entire wall of
the northwest side of the house. The storms that
rolled in almost daily were fascinating to watch. We
stood near one of the immense panes of glass watching
the dark night. No stars were shining and certainly no
moon. From floodlights around the property, we saw the
first flakes fall. Snow, though early spring, was not
uncommon out there in the rough and rugged West, where
cattle drives were made famous. Hollie commented on
how beautiful it was and how happy she was to be out
there with me.

"Would you like to steal away out here as often as we
can?" I asked her.

"I couldn't think of anything more fun and more
pleasing."

I kissed her; we held each other and danced, my face
against her soft, sweet hair. I turned the lights down
low and undressed her in the pale-gray evening light,
peeling the thin sweater from her, then sliding the
string-thin straps of her top over the contours her
shoulders.

Softly I kissed her shoulders, taking in her natural
sweetness. She moaned, pulling me closer, "That's
really nice. MMMmmmmm."

"Hollie, you are absolutely beautiful tonight. Your
hair smells so good, your skin so smooth and soft. I
love kissing you."

To describe Hollie as pretty just wouldn't do. To say
she was hot would belittle her on any numbered scale,
but to say she was a beauty to behold, a sight
rendered only before gods and goddesses would do her
justice, to a point. She was just simply heart warming
to see. She was an example of the reason men fought
and died. My Hollie was beautiful. In the snowy glow
that shown through the oversized front window, she was
nothing less than gorgeous. I truly loved her and the
time I had with her, clothes or not.

We stumdled back to the bear skin rug in front of the
fire place were I removed the rest of her clothes,
piece-by-piece, laid her back on the rug, and poured a
few drops of blood-red wine between her beasts, and
over her nipples. The taste of the expensive merlot on
her delicious breasts was potion-like in its purpose
and fueled the heat burning with in me.

She rolled over next to me and began to stroke my
cock. Her delicate small hand barely fit around the
hard meaty shaft that had been so deep inside her
earlier before. Sitting beside me, she laid her head
on my chest, watching her hand slowly slip up and
down, the thin loose skin wrinkling then stretching
tightly around my dick.

"Mmmmm baby, that feels so perfect."

"I wish I knew how it felt." She kept up the slow
pace. "The look on your face says it all, I guess"

"Does it? You probably do know how it feels. Kind of
warm and itchy deep inside."

She switched hands and cupped my fuzzy testicles her
warm palm. Her fingertips gently probed the loose skin
as she felt each piece and part and all the things
inside.

"Does this hurt?"

"No, sweetie; actually the opposite. You're very good
at this."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Mmmmm. Really good. Oh that feels really good
right there. Yeah. Hold me with your hot sexy hands."

She began stroking me again using her free hand. The
feelings shooting through my body were gaining
intensity, coming closer together especially with the
realization that a super-cute hot-bodied 13-year-old
girl was in complete control of me. As she stoked me
closer and closer to paradise, Hollie tilted her head
down and puckered her deliciously kissable lips around
my nipple. Immediately precum erupted from my dick.

"Oh. Gosh. Did you just cum?"

"No. It was precum, but I'm close. Mmmmmm, really
close."

"Precum? Ouuu, I love the taste of it. Salty, kind of.
Damn you made a lot. I had Chase's before, but he only
makes 2 or 3 drops." She swiped some from my abdomen,
and then licked her fingers. "Mmmmm. Wow. Yours is
good."

Promptly, Hollie kissed her way down to my abdomen and
lapped up what remained of the precum then started
licking the head of my dick. With each lick, my dick
twitched and throbbed. Then dragging her tongue from
my balls to my spongy head, she licked in that fashion
for at least 100 licks, but stopped long enough to
milk out another large clear glob of precum and slurp
it off my dick. If that weren't enough, she put her
mouth over the head and began sucking just on the head
with great force and speed. Amazing. My balls were
drawing up tightly and the pressure to ejaculate was
intense. "Oh, Hollie, you better slow down."

Being the awesomely talented lover she was, Hollie
swallowed my thick eight inches of beefy manhood. It
was very erotic to see her nose buried in my pubic
hair. She held her mouth over my dick for an eternity,
her breath heating my pubic mound. The hot silky
softness of her tongue, mouth, and throat felt so
intoxicating.

She released my dick and lead me over to the sofa
where we made out for at least 2 hours, stopping only
to sip wine or switch positions. Then she got up and
lead me to the giant loft bedroom. We just fell in the
bed and continued with our make out. untill daybreak.
Unbelievable, but true. We knew our time was limited.

Hollie and I French kissed and licked and tasted every
part of each other's body. The intensity greater than
ever before. With a ferocity known only to beasts in
the wild we bit each other, moaned at each other, and
sucked whatever our mouths could reach. She sat on my
waist then began to massage my pecs. She sucked my
nipples her sweet perfumed hair in my face, caressing
my chest. My dick became rock hard again from electric
surges coursing through my abdomen.

She slowly grounded her rock hard clit against my
dick. With each pass she became wetter and slicker.

"Oh oh, oh OH!'' She yelled as her clitoris sent
thousands of spasms of pleasure throgh her body. She
lifted up and positioned my dick in her pussy and
immediately settled down on its full length.

HOT. WET. "Oh Hollie. Ah. I'm . . .," I couldn't even
get the words out as I blew surges of my hot sticky
cum deep inside her.

"Ah. Oh. Ah!'' She yelled as she bucked and bounced
from her orgasms.

6:00 am Tuesday.

Hollie collapsed on my chest, we both slick with
sweat, breathing very hard.

Sleep took us away, arm in arm, sleeping the whole day
away.


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