Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2007 10:55:21 +1100 (EST) From: erica milligan Subject: HOLLEY AND I This story is called HOLLEY and I and is the story of a couple of meetings between an older woman and a teenager. I've delayed telling this story because quite frankly I was a bit embarrassed about it but life is life so here it is. I'd finally got an invitation to visit Madeline at her house? I didn't go directly there, I'd flown to my parents place and stayed the night travelling by train the next morning to meet up with her and a couple of her friends. She'd met Holley playing netball and what she'd told me had got me very interested. Apparently when they'd first met on the netball courts Holley had run Madeline ragged something that really surprised me because I know Madeline is very athletic. So, this girl must have been really something. As I'd got off the train ostensibly to meet Madeline she greeted me with two other females. The older one, that I didn't recognise, was Geraldine a very nice looking blonde with what appeared to be a nice chest and the other was Holley. Oh my god, she looked so hot. Her dress, one about which Madeline had teased me, was a bright yellow, short enough to show off her tanned thighs but not so short that I could see her panties without her bending. Not well developed in the chest but that didn't surprise me because Madeline had given me a full description of her in her e-mails and also in her `phone calls so I was well primed in what to expect. Holley, I had to agree, with her longish blonde hair hanging down past her shoulders, her very nice teenage bottom and her very nice long legs looked every bit the young sports person. Of course Madeline hadn't been able to help meddling and sent me Holley's e-mail address and at the same time she added a little extra in the attempt to couple me up with her by giving her mine. We'd exchanged messages on a fairly regular basis mine being leading questions softly hinting at female sex. I knew that sometimes I'd said things to her that she hadn't understood but she'd mailed Madeline and got answers from her. One suggestion from another friend that she thought might have encouraged Holley to be more inquisitive about my intentions was that I should say, just off hand, that I had to go and wash some panties and bras because they were too delicate to put in the machine. She'd asked Madeline what I'd hinted at and apparently Madeline had come straight out that I wanted to have sex with her. She'd suggested Holley should look in a particular shop to see what I meant. She'd called round to the shop on her way to school and seeing the underwear I'd spoken about had apparently messaged Madeline quite thrilled with what she saw. Madeline had told her how nice I looked in them and she'd asked Madeline how she knew. Madeline had explained to her that she'd seen me in my underwear and even naked on lots of occasions but hadn't bothered to tell her that she and I were, or had been, regular lovers and, in fact, we'd been together only three weeks ago. With what Madeline had told me about Holley I'd become more and more excited about her and each time I'd spoken to or e- mailed Madeline I asked her more and more questions about her. Madeline hadn't helped by telling me about playing netball with her and seeing her panties every time they'd jumped for the ball and with each message I'd become more excited. So, after a short drive I was facing this wonderful looking girl who knew exactly what I expected, for her to take care of me. She took my little bag and dropped it on the floor and putting her arm around me she'd led me out of the double doors, down the steps and down onto the lawn surrounding the pool. For a girl who until three weeks ago had supposedly never thought about sex with another female and, from what Madeline had told me nor with a male either, she'd seemed quite comfortable with her arm around me and as we arrived at the side of the pool she turned me, and this was when I started to feel nervous about being fucked by a fourteen year old girl. She kissed me again and she'd lifted her hand to my breast taking my nipple between her fingers and started to twist it. Fortunately in the position we'd been in those inside couldn't see her tongue deep inside my mouth caressing mine and her fingers continuing to play with my nipple. I'd been in a state of arousal since I'd got on the train earlier and I'd started to feel more aroused sexually now but I knew I couldn't stop age or no age. I'd been a bit anxious in case we could be seen from inside but my anxiety diminished when I thought that at least Madeline knew what I'd come for and so, I suspected, did Geraldine. When she'd broken off from the kiss, but still holding my nipple, she asked me why I was wearing a yellow dress and if I was wearing yellow panties. I said yes, Madeline had excited me when she told me about her wearing yellow and how nice she'd looked in it, that being the case I thought she may like to see me in something similar and it struck me that she might find it complimentary if I'd dressed like her. I'd been anxious for her to kiss me again and when she just looked at me I decided that I had better offer her some encouragement so I'd let her see that my mouth and tongue were waiting for her and very willing. Her mouth had showed me who was doing the kissing and who was going to be kissed as she'd pushed my mouth open with her lips so as to be where she wanted them. Her lips had protruded inside my mouth, not just her tongue her entire mouth forcing me to open mine almost to its limit. It was all very nice with the kisses generating heat in my head and I'd wanted her to see me, not the dressed me, the naked me. Sensing my unease she'd walked me further down the garden to a summerhouse where she'd dusted off a lounge and sat me on it. Standing directly in front of me she'd unfastened the strap around the back of her neck and let the front of her dress fall to her waist. Oh, such pretty little tits and, feeling less embarrassed, I'd stood, taken her hands and put them round my neck letting her open my strap so that my dress had fallen to my waist too. I'd deliberately not worn a bra and so when we'd kissed again my breasts were against hers. Mind you, mine are much bigger than hers, not that I'm big, but my hard and swollen nipples must have been poking holes in her. I really didn't want her to let go, the feeling of our breasts touching was incredible in it's intensity and although my nipples were already swollen and hard they seemed to grow even more. As a bonus I suppose I was making fluid in my pussy and I was becoming more and more sure that Madeline had been coaching Holley because she'd given me a leer rather than a smile and lowered her head to my breast and sucked my nipple into her mouth. An involuntary cry escaped my mouth and I'd said, "Oh fuck Holley, I've been waiting for this." An even stronger cry had escaped me when, as she was leaning forward with my nipple in her mouth, almost chewing on it, she slid her hand under the skirt of my dress and let her fingertips just barely touch me on my panties. Some virgin girl she was, her fingers had danced across my pussy lips until I was almost at the stage of begging her to fuck me. I'd been too involved to worry about how I looked but I do know that I tried to lower myself onto her fingers so they'd be inside me. I'd been quite fascinated with this young woman who although only a little younger than Madeline did, in fact, look much younger. If she'd kept her finger where it had been the possibility was that as I sank she'd apply more pressure against my pussy and she'd push my panties inside me. Fortunately, she'd had the good sense to move her finger and find her way inside my panties so when I moved my body it just slipped in without any trouble. No reason why there should be any difficulty, my pussy was dripping like a tap. Not just fluid but something that was almost "cum', it had felt much thicker than the fluid I normally produce at this stage of a sexual interlude, almost the real thing. Almost without effort her other fingers had slid inside me and although I lowered my self even more to make sure I got them all the way in she teased me by lowering herself with me. When I asked her why she'd answered, "Because I want to". I tried to hold her hand in place but as I moved my face away from hers I could see her smiling at me, she knew quite well from our messages that she had me in the palm of her hand and she only had to give me some disgusting order like "get your panties off' and I'd get them off. Removing her fingers from my pussy, much to my disgust, she'd held her fingers between us and we'd both sucked them. Taking my hand she'd led me across the lawn area between the summerhouse and the house and although Madeline and Geraldine saw us she'd walked me straight past them and up the stairs. It must have been obvious why she was taking me upstairs, don't forget my dress was hanging down to my waist. Madeline must have known very well why we were mounting the stairs. I think she'd also noticed the wet spot on the skirt of my dress where Holley had withdrawn her wet fingers from my pussy. It wasn't something I'd enjoyed, the withdrawal I mean. I'd rather liked having them there, oh fuck it, tell the truth Erica, I'd absolutely adored having them in there slowly sinking into the pussy before she'd withdrawn them equally as slowly. We were nearing the top of the stairs and completely taking me by surprise she pushed me against the banister rail taking my face in her hands and holding me quite still she'd given me another of those kisses she'd given me outside that totally squashed the notion of her virginity, there'd been sufficient force of personality to make me tremble. Having completed the kiss she'd moved her mouth to a point almost touching my ear and said, "you do know how old I am don't you? I could only say "yes Holley, you're fifteen but I don't care, please get me into one of the bedrooms". All of my messages to my friend about the impending meeting has said that Holley was sixteen but then she, Holley had confessed to being fifteen and casting my mind back to earlier she'd said fourteen. I hadn't really tumbled to what she'd said but what an absolutely erotic thought, sex with a fourteen year old and it wasn't as though I was forcing it on her, no damn it, I absolutely wanted her to dominate me. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than we'd entered the first bedroom we came to. It had a double bed and I immediately thought it must have been Geraldine's bedroom but the aroma of perfume was certainly not adult perfume, it had reminded me of the kind of perfume that young girls use, quite flowery. She'd backed me up against the bed until the backs of my legs met it and made me fall backwards. I'd thought she might need help but her hands were straight under the skirt of my dress and it got pushed out of the way. Her mouth descended to my pussy so slowly that I thought it would never arrive there but arrive it did and without removing my panties she stroked her tongue from bottom to top of my "slit' encouraging even more of that fabulous juice she'd encouraged before. But, reaching round to the side of her she slid out the drawer and lifted something pink out of it. At first I didn't realise what it was, that was until I saw her dropping her skirt and strapping it on to her body. Madeline and I rarely use a dildo so when Holley pulled it out of a drawer it surprised me. Mind you, I wouldn't be hard to enter because I was just so wet from our earlier kiss on the stairs and in the summerhouse. Skilfully this young girl, I really couldn't call her a woman, had eased my panties out of the way and inserted the dildo in my pussy. Oh, fuck, it was lovely, "slowly my darling, slowly". Young or not, she seemed to have detailed knowledge of how to use it in a woman's pussy. She thrust it in, she pulled it out almost to the end and then she shook her hips from side to side touching a different part of my pussy walls with each thrust or rotation. Almost as I was ready to `cum" she'd withdrawn it from my pussy leaving me on the verge of begging for it but with it "waggling about" attached to her body she just reached out and dragged my dress off me over my bottom and then it was the turn of the panties which got torn as she dragged them off. Immediately I was naked the dildo was back in my pussy but not as before, she was banging it in me as hard as her little teenage hips would move her body backwards and forwards. With being so aroused in the first place almost immediately I was leaping off the bed as I tried to drag her to me so I could kiss her but as the orgasm hit me I lurched back banging my head against the mattress. I could see the perspiration on her forehead but it was nowhere near as bad as the perspiration all over my body and as she withdrew I'd managed to hold her for a second or two as I convulsed again. It was obvious that I was totally exhausted, even a girl as unskilled as Holley, why did I say unskilled, she'd fucked me to perfection, could see that. With a smile on her face she dropped to her knees with her little tits swinging just as far as her size would allow and her hands forced my thighs apart and her hand was in my pussy just thrusting away as she sat back and smiled. Each stroke was different, first it went in like the rods that we used to see on steam train wheels and then it would be withdrawn so gently that I almost prayed that it wouldn't leave me and then on the return `stroke' it would move inside me so smoothly that it was almost soothing but then it would be twisted inside me leaving me moaning "oh Holley, where did you learn to fuck like this?" Her smile as she lowered her face to my pussy should have told me that I'd been " had", this girl had lots of experience, fourteen or not fourteen. She asked me if I was satisfied and all I could say was please clean me up round my pussy. Her lovely little soft tongue moved or rather glided across my pussy lips drawing the cum from around my pussy into her mouth and then when she slid her tongue inside she found more that hadn't escaped but which she'd diligently took from me. Oh dear, I really was exhausted but she pulled me to my feet and with out letting me straighten myself up she led me out of the room, down the stairs and into the living room where Geraldine and Madeline we having a little "necking" session. My panties were down around one ankle, my dress was down on the floor upstairs and my stockings were torn but she just said to who ever was listening "look who I found upstairs. Soon afterwards Madeline and I left to go to her home and that was, or at least it seemed like it would be the last time I saw Holley. When we arrived at the station, Madeline wouldn't be coming with me, they all got in the carriage with me to say goodbye and when they left Holley was the last to leave. She kissed me in private and whispered in my ear, "we'll have to do that again sometime" and I'd been silly enough to let her know how I felt by telling her "oh yes please". As the train prepared to depart Holley left the carriage and as the train departed they all waved. I guess they went their separate ways then because shortly I got a phone call from Holley telling me to get off at the next station. Oh hell, I was nearly wetting myself in anticipation and my nipples were swelling, their usual trick when I'm starting to get aroused. When the train had arrived at the next station she'd been waiting for me, she looked absolutely divine, so in control of herself, so beautiful that I practically orgasmed on the spot. Of course we kissed and she led me to her mothers car and that my dear is all you can know, at least for the time being. I've had a change of heart and I'll tell you more but it doesn't paint me in a good light. I don't have to tell you that this little girl has got me on a string dancing to her tune, that's any tune she cares to play. At the car she handed me into the back seat and climbed in with me and as the car pulled away from the station parking area I got my first kiss of my return journey. Oh fuck Holley, the way she'd kissed me before was nothing like the way she kissed me this time, this was the kiss of a woman who knew her way around another woman's body and knew what kind of a kiss would get her "hot" as I was right then. As calm as you like she unfastened my dress right down to the waist and when she'd exposed my bra she cleverly opened the bra with one hand whilst the other one caught one of my breasts as it escaped. The kiss was done with both our mouths open and her saying so quietly into my mouth "expect to get dragged straight upstairs for a fuck". Oh how I love to be dominated by a woman especially one as young as this and one who knew that I wanted her to "bully" me, not physically, into submission. We arrived in her yard and left Geraldine to park the car while we entered the house going straight upstairs into Geraldine's bedroom to find the bed covered in a beautiful black satin cover and as I was wearing white underwear I guess the intention was that I should show up nicely against the black. Holley took my dress off me and hung it on a hanger being careful to hang it straight. My panties were removed as was my bra and taking another cardboard box from the top of the chest of drawers she took out the tiniest pair of white panties I've ever seen, even smaller than the thongs or G strings that girls wear. Kneeling in front of me she removed my own panties and replaced them with the tiny pair. She also removed my stockings and replaced them with a pair of fishnet stocking with the most gorgeous lace welt at the top of the legs. As she rolled them up my legs she stroked me too close to my pussy, so close that it made me wince. The wince wasn't with pain of course it was distinctly with pleasure. When she removed my bra it was replaced with one obviously part of the same set as the tiny white panties. It felt beautiful but barely big enough even for my small titties. The cups almost didn't cover my nipples and they were tight enough to practically force them out of the cups and display them to the world at large. All that was left to do now was to put me in the dress but Holley stood back and said I don't think you need a dress Erica. Just at that moment Geraldine came into the room and I heard her catch her breath in what I can only presume was delight at the way I looked. Both of them fussed around me making sure that the panties were as tight in my bum crack as possible and that the bra was pulled as low as decently possible, so low over my breasts that when Holley told me to lean forward my tits almost fell out and again I heard Geraldine gasp and even Holley did a little "wow". Both the ladies helped in adjusting a suspender belt and stockings that they'd apparently bought as part of the same set. I was paraded round the room first looking in this mirror and then that one so I could see myself from every angle imaginable. They led me down the stairs like a princess and I felt every bit a part of royal family entering the throne room or going out onto the balcony to greet the crowd. The imaginary crowd would see what I was "nearly wearing", would they would be horrified or would they, perhaps think that it was about time the royal family showed off one of theirs that was worth fucking. Geraldine said, "well ladies I'm off out for a couple of hours" and she left the house. Funnily enough I was reminded of one of the other girls stories I'd read where she liked to be humiliated through being partially dressed and made to service other women. I almost imagined myself in the same position, I couldn't see any reason why they'd dressed me up so glamorously in these "almost there" undies and then let Geraldine leave. This kind of dress certainly needed an audience. Holley unfastened her dress and let the top fall down to her waist showing her little breasts. She signalled me across the room and as I walked her dress slid to the floor and oh dear, her panties had gone, I hadn't seen her take them off but perhaps she taken them off whilst they were dressing me. With Holley strolling round me examining me from every angle I didn't feel one bit embarrassed, as a matter of fact I was rather enjoying this girl looking at me and seeing everything with the exception of that small triangle covered by the panties and the little cover I had over my breasts, well, really that needed further explanation, my nipples were covered by material the size of a coin. Holley moved to a sideboard at the side of the room and signalled me across to her. As I arrived close to her she pointed to her pussy and said now it's time for you to pay for what you tried to do to me. I didn't really know what she meant but she explained that she'd known right from the start that I wanted her to fuck me. "Isn't that right" she asked and with a little tremor in my voice I answered "yes". "So my love, suck my pussy as though I'm Madeline, you're going to pay for what you tried to do to me" and grabbing my hair close to the roots she pulled my face right down to her pussy. She was not quite gushing but still very wet, I didn't need to prepare her she was already prepared. My face was rammed in between her legs quite hard and my nose entered her pussy with the force of the push. I had a moment of panic when I thought I wouldn't be able to breath but as she relieved the pressure somewhat I was able to snort her juices out of my nostrils. Her pussy smelled "hot" and I was quite amenable to her making me lick her pussy clear of liquids but it was obvious that I wasn't going anywhere when I heard the soft sound of shoes across the floor. Geraldine was approaching with Holley's dildo but as she passed it over she turned and left the room. I'd thought for a minute that I was going to be looked after by two women but it was clear now that it would only be Holley. She made me fasten the straps of the dildo around her so that it stuck out like an enormous penis; mind you it was far bigger than any penis I'd ever seen. Taking hold of my hair again my face was brought down to the dildo and gently it was slid in my mouth. I honestly had never had a man's penis in my mouth, not even my husbands. I didn't feel too comfortable with this one in my mouth but quite obviously I wasn't given any choice. It wasn't there for long, just long enough to get it nice and slick with my saliva and then Holley ordered me to get up on the sideboard on my hands and knees. Easing my panties out of the way Holley slid the slick wet dildo in my bottom and slowly pushed it in as far as I could take it. Well, that wasn't exactly true, it went in as far as she could push it. I cried out "oh fuck Holley, that's far too much but without skipping a beat she thrust it deep inside me fucking me with it hard and fast. There was some pleasure in it but predominantly there was pain. Her face was contorted as she extracted every groan she could get out of me and then when I had my orgasm she turned me round and sucked me off with such force and with her fingers this time ramming into me that hard that the following orgasm was not what I wanted nor was it to my liking, it hurt as she dragged her fingers out of my pussy with her nails against my pussy walls. Next I was encouraged onto my knees where she pushed her closed fist in my arse, no lubrication just ramming it in me so hard. I was just about crying by now, this certainly wasn't the Holley I'd first met; this was the bitch from hell torturing me. I wanted to escape from her and get away to anywhere, home or if not just to a hotel, I certainly didn't want to stay here with this bitch. Her face was blood red with the effort, and all she could say was your clothes are still on the bed upstairs. Get dressed and go home, Geraldine will run you to the station. I didn't even wait for a shower, most of my clothes went in a bag and all I wanted was to be covered sufficiently for me to get on the train and go home. The two-hour journey was dreadful, fortunately the train was quiet and I had a carriage to myself and when I got close to my parents home I rang dad and asked him to pick me up. You're quiet he said and all I could say was I forgot something at home and I'll try to get a flight out of here tonight. Dad pulled to the side of the road near the airport while I rang the airline and was told the last flight was just before midnight and when I told dad he said we'll make it OK but what about your other things. Damn the other things, they could always put them on another plane or even on the bus that travelled to Darwin all I wanted to do was get away from here where I'd just been humiliated. I would have words with Madeline when I arrived home or at least in the morning giving her a piece of my mind for what she'd organised for me to suffer. No more casual dates for me. When I arrived home I went straight to bed, I couldn't face the kids although I could still hear them playing music down stairs. Without taking a shower I jumped in bed and picking up my extension phone I rang Madeline. She was curious as to why I was ringing so late at night but I just tore into her telling her that Holley wasn't the sweet young thing she'd told me about, she was a bitch from hell that had hurt me. She had a little chuckle until I flew into her again but eventually she apologised telling me, don't know if this was to shut me up, that I'm a much better fuck than Geraldine and the next time we met it would just be the two of us together. If only I could believe her! Apparently since that night Madeline has been in touch with Holley asking her what the hell went wrong with Holley saying "you told me Erica liked it rough so I gave it to her rough". Madeline had apparently said `when I said rough I meant she likes to be pushed around and made to do as she's told, not beaten up you silly bitch". Several days passed with, so it seems, messages continually passing back and forward between Madeline (my protector) and Holley (the bitch) until one evening I opened my e-mail to find a message from Holley begging forgiveness and promising never to do it again. I told her that she'd never get the chance of doing it again but like all silly women I did eventually meet with her again. Over the course of a few weeks lots of messages flew backwards and forwards between Holley and I and also between Gerry (Geraldine, Holley's mother) and as we progressed Holley's messages turned from apologetic to suggestive and then to frankly out right horny. Of course Holley's messages always came during the evening, she's not able to send during the day, school prohibits that. But during the day, on occasions, I get messages from Gerry and they're not too subtle. If I'm reading the messages Gerry sends me correctly I get the impression she wouldn't mind a `roll in the hay" with me as they say. I've reminded her to make sure she deletes everything in case Holley gets to see them. However, back to Holley, her later messages were not at all subtle telling me she wants to fuck me again but promising that she won't be the bitch from hell like she was the last time. The school holidays were almost upon us at that time and I was going to be on my own for two weeks. Paul my son would be away camping and fishing with mates, Maria my daughter would be with her girlfriend and the two little kids would be having their holiday with their father in Cairns. I, therefore, would be alone for the whole two weeks and when Gerry knew she said why don't you come over here. Oh, what a suggestion but when she said that Holley would be going to Sydney with her dad for some sightseeing I felt totally disillusioned. It would be nice to see Gerry of course because during the past few weeks she'd been a bit forward with her conversations and I'd definitely come to the conclusion that it would be `interesting' to meet up with her with no one else around. So, I made arrangements to fly over there for at least a couple of days, wonder what will happen? She met me at the airport on the Wednesday morning and during the course of the day it was clear that Gerry had intentions but neither she nor I could apparently get up the courage to "come on" to the other. Don't really know why, the atmosphere was right for some action but we two "scaredy cats" didn't make a move. Towards the late evening it seemed that both of us were building up to "something" and probably an hour or so would see it eventuate. But, there were footsteps in the hall, neither of us had heard a car, perhaps the nervous tension had hidden it, and her husband came in. Holy shit, was I scared but he just said to Gerry that he'd been called back to his office so he'd come to pick up some papers and he'd be off again. When Gerry had introduced him to me he'd just said hello, in an off hand way, and gone upstairs. Holley came into the room and seeing me she'd come over and given me a kiss, the kind you give to your old grandmother but I realised it was because her dad was still in the house but when, about 5 minutes later, he called out goodbye and left she came and took her due with one of her very nice sensuous kisses. It was quite clear that Gerry was disappointed at this turn of events and when some minutes later Holley took me upstairs to her bedroom ostensibly to unpack her suitcase she had her arm around me the whole way. As we passed Gerry's bedroom, oh damn, my case had been there the whole time he'd been here, she looked and leaving me in hers she'd gone back to collect it putting it on the end of the bed making it quite plain that I was with her, no arguments. Just a kiss and a feel of my breasts and we went downstairs again making our way to the kitchen with Holley offering her mother some toast and coffee. We sat around the kitchen table chatting but I don't think Gerry's mind was on the conversation until Holley said, "I think dad's gone off with his floozy, he had a call from her while we were in Sydney and immediately after he rang the airline". From the look on Gerry's face I didn't think his infidelity was any secret to her but I could see her surprise at how flippant Holley had been about it. "Hey, come on" she'd said, "time for bed" and with that she took my hand and led me upstairs. As we'd gone through the door into the hall I'd turned and looked back at Gerry and I felt so disappointed both for her and for me, goodness, she looked as though she'd been cheated out of a large sum of money. Holley, however, was ignorant of the looks that had passed between us she was too engrossed in getting me up the stairs and into her bedroom. She undressed first and when I went to undress she took my hands and put them down by my sides. Continuing, she removed her dress, her bra and oh dear, those little breasts I remember from the last time had certainly grown, not an awful lot, just sufficient to bring a smile to my face. When she saw that smile she smiled too and continued undressing whilst I stood there watching with my hands down by my sides gripping my dress so as not to move them to either my pussy or my breasts. She was obviously enjoying herself teasing me and it took forever for her to take her panties off and when she did she thrust out her hips so I had a clear view of her pussy with just a small growth of hair. She walked elegantly towards the shower giving me the absolutely perfect view of her arse and legs and as she turned on the water she stepped inside the screen but before she did she crooked her finger at me calling me over. I was a bit confused about what she expected me to do but soaping herself up she indicated to me that I should get undressed myself. I did and then she wiggled her finger at me again calling me inside the shower. One thing about being rich is that nothing is small; this shower was probably big enough to hold a football match inside it. Thinking that I was getting permission to fondle her I went to put my hands on her tits but she pushed me down onto my knees, a bit hard with a tiled floor, but once there she passed me a razor, a brush and shaving soap. Wow, I was going to shave her pussy, it didn't have a lot of hair around it but fuck it, this was a chance I'd waited for, I'd only ever shaved my own pussy before and now, what a thrill to shave hers. Soaping her up and then creating lots of foam with the brush was fun, lots of fun, and I think she enjoyed the feeling of having the brush being stroked across her pussy. I'm very careful with the razor, don't often draw blood when I do it although I usually use an old razor of my son's so it's generally not as sharp as it might have been after it had dragged the whiskers off his face a couple of times. Now clean and with the shaving foam rinsed off her she eased me out of the shower while she finished herself off and then it was my turn. Soaping me up was heavenly and I hoped she'd never stop, brushing back and forwards across my mound was creating some turmoil inside me and it was obvious she was enjoying herself. But, all good things must come to and end and both of us stepped out of the shower and taking a fluffy towel off a heated rack she proceeded to dry me off not forgetting to spend frankly too much time between my legs and around my breasts. "Why are you smiling", she asked me as that soft fluffy towel wrapped around her finger passed through my crease making me shudder. Once dry and with a towel wrapped around my head she slapped me on the arse and said bed, it was not an order intended to be defied; it was an order to be complied with. Like an obedient soldier I immediately ran and jumped onto the bed landing on the nearest side to the door but when she came around I got another smack on the backside and was told to "move baby", again I was eager to comply. It was obvious that I'd landed on the wrong side; I was supposed to be the furthest from the door. Did she think I intended to escape? Not a chance, I was here to be fucked. True, I hadn't intended it to be her, I'd intended it to be Gerry but hey, who cares I was going to get fucked anyway whether it was Holley or her mother. Under ordinary circumstance though I wouldn't have got in bed with wet hair but after waiting to be fucked by this girl for quite a few weeks I didn't want to wait any longer. Throwing off the damp towel and shaking my head to make my hair look "wild" like some actresses do I lay down with my head on the pillow and seeing me lay there prostrate Holley did practically the same and ran and jumped on the bed. Grabbing me immediately I felt her hands on my tits, her lips on mine and her knee in between my legs easing them apart gently without too much force but that didn't matter I wanted her there now, not tomorrow, not the next day, right now. She didn't disappoint me as her knee gently moved against my clit making me breath as deeply as I'd ever breathed before and moving my tongue against hers I was trying to persuade her emotions to run as wild as mine were beginning to run. "Patience" she said, "everything comes to those who wait" but I wasn't interested in her head shrinkers nonsense I didn't want to be one of those who wait, I wanted to be driven mad by her lips, her hands and the rest of her body. I was trying to get my hands on those tits that had grown somewhat since the last time I'd seen her but she gave me a smack. Don't think that her ability to smack me at the same time as she was tormenting me was unwelcome; every time she smacked me I nearly threw myself at her in my eagerness to let her satisfy herself. Notwithstanding what I wanted I knew full well that eventually I'd succumb to her and she'd get her own way. Perhaps she'd want to suck my tits first or perhaps she'd want to finger my pussy or even stroke my bottom, which ever it was it would happen her way and in her own time. The kissing continued along with the feeling and maybe from the number of times she kissed me I was beginning to feel breathless and perhaps realising this she started to share her kisses with my tits bringing my already swollen nipples to a further peak, funnily enough, all this attention on my nipples had also hardened and swollen my breasts and I had that wonderful feeling that they were about to burst through the skin. But without missing a beat her fingers had made their way inside me and as they slowly crept in my legs responded opening like a flower in the early morning sun. Gently and slowly she finger fucked me taking her time and giving me great pleasure as she then moved down my body and kissing her fingers after she'd eased them out of my pussy she showed her wet lips to me before putting her fingers back inside me. As you may imagine the gentility of her probing inside my pussy and the lack of forceful depth made me lift myself up towards her only to be given a push and the order "do that again and I'll turn you over and belt the skin of your arse". I knew it wasn't true, it was only girly- girly play talk, if she did smack me and hopefully she would, it would hurt a little but only a little and fuck me, I'd be hoping for more such is the slut in me. Seemingly hours passed by before she really got around to making me `wail' with pleasure as her tongue, it seems to have quite a rough surface, stroked along one pussy lip and then along the other one and then across from right to left and then in reverse. I only knew that whatever she did it was very welcome and it wouldn't be too long before I had something for her to drink. Then, the moment I'd been waiting for as she stiffened her tongue and with what was practically a dive she entered my pussy and licking and sucking like a mad woman she make me `cum' throwing my pussy at her mouth only to be pushed back down again and then sucked and fucked until I did it again. Go for it baby she said as she did me again and again until I asked or begged her to stop at which time playfully as in a wrestling match she asked me if I surrendered. Absolutely I surrendered; I was fucked in an emotional as well as physical way. With just a brief rest to dry our hair and make sure we'd brushed all the tangles out of it she did me again this time from behind. You'll recall that the way she'd hurt me before had been by fucking me in the arse before lubricating her hand but this time she soaked her hand in my super wet pussy pushing it, with my concurrence, deep inside me and then getting me on my hands and knees and easing her wet hand, at first a couple of fingers, into my anus and when I took them successfully by entering another and then another until her whole hand was at the brink and as she knelt alongside me teasing my clit with her left hand I lowered myself as low as possible and took her full hand inside my arsehole. It was tight, you bet it was tight, but whereas the last time she'd rammed her dry fist in me this time she was gently but persuasively moving her wet hand inside me. I found myself accepting it easily after a while and perhaps it was the pleasure of her teasing my clit that helped to keep my mind other wise occupied. Suffice it to say that I allowed her to make me `cum' that way without any pain at all. But, when she'd finished and drawn what ever cum I had resting in my pussy with her fingers I was absolutely shattered and collapsed on the mattress. Her hand was still inside my bottom but it had stopped moving except for an occasional movement of her index finger. After letting me recover for a short time Holley dragged me off the bed with a laugh and took me into the bathroom where we shared a hairdryer to get at least most of the moisture out of our hair. But this didn't impede her; her hands were frequently on my bottom as I held the dryer over my head and often her lips sucked my nipples into her mouth whilst her fingers played a pretty little tune on my pussy lips. Occasionally I had to push her away because as you can imagine playing with a pussy, especially my pussy was likely to create a flood. Mind you when she used the dryer I kneeled down like a Christian at prayer and made love to her pussy. My, oh my, isn't it beautiful especially now it has no hair surrounding it. Not that it was ever a problem for me, I like sucking pussy hair into a long strand and giving it a little pull with my lips that usually causes the owner of the hair to jump. But the play inside the shower was getting a bit raucous and smacking me on the backside again I was chased back to the bed where she trapped me between the bed and the wall. Holding me in her arms or at least one arm the other hand was playing round my pussy and as usual I started to open my flower for her moaning about being fucked again but hoping she wouldn't disappoint me. I should have known she wouldn't let me down but it was the position that she had me in that surprised me. She pushed me onto the bed but grabbed me and turned me around so that my head was practically on the floor, my hair was, and my feet were on the bed and holding me there she kissed me on the backside before opening my buttocks and reaching in with her tongue she proceeded to suck my pussy again. I couldn't move because she used her legs to hold me against the side of the bed and once when she pushed her finger in my anus I let out a yelp and Geraldine, her mother came in to see what was happening but seeing that we were fully occupied she left. All I'd seen had been her shoes and I'd recognised those but even if Holley had seen her she'd apparently taken no notice. Of course, knowing me as you do you know how quickly I orgasm and shortly I went into one of my well-known orgasmic tremors again. Once it had finished, and it generally takes a little while with her assistance I lifted myself onto the bed the right way up and crawling to the pillow. I asked her if I could rest again but crawling up the bed after me she swept me into her arms and in that position we both fell asleep. Fortunately she fell into a deep sleep first so I was assured of at least some rest and even though I got up to go to the toilet I didn't disturb her. After the toilet I sat for a few minutes on a chair close to the side of the bed just watching her breath and concentrating on the way her little, or not so little now, breasts rising and falling on her chest. Eventually I crawled next to her and as I settled down her arms came around me again and I suppose that's the position I fell asleep in. When we went downstairs the next morning I asked Geraldine if I could take her home with me for a couple of days and when she said it would be OK I rang the airport for a flight. Not a problem, two seats booked for just before lunchtime, we'd be home during the afternoon. I wondered what could happen after that. When we arrived at my home airport I got my car out of the overnight parking station and loading our gear into the car I was about to head for home when Holley asked "aren't you forgetting something"? When I looked puzzled she leaned across and kissed me feeling for my breasts at the same time. "There, that's better; I needed to feel I was being made welcome here". There was only one answer to her question and that was to take her hand and slip inside my dress so she could feel my breast properly whilst at the same time I opened my mouth and kissed her as nicely as I can inviting her tongue to explore my mouth. "Very nice" she said "now let's go, I want to see where you live and then I want to get you upstairs and in or on the bed, I don't much care which it is"? It's not too long of a drive to my house and when we approached I operated the remote garage door opener so that we could drive straight in without any of the neighbours seeing us. Practically as soon as the door had closed or maybe even on it's way down her hand was on my breast but not trying to open my dress, that was reserved for me to do. I wanted to do it for her but at the same time I wanted her inside where she could carry out her threat and take me to the bedroom straight away. She proceeded as she proceeded over the next four days, she took whatever she wanted from me, not that I objected or I didn't until it was almost time for her to go. She showed me that not only was she going to fuck me silly but, she'd do it at her leisure and whenever and where ever she wanted to. My breasts were bare, my nipples, those naughty little `give aways' that showed when I was hot, were up to their usual tricks swelling and hardening as she let her hand glide across them. Then, pulling her hand away but not putting my breasts away, she ordered me out of the car and into the house. Dropping her bag on the floor she said "upstairs, slut make up and slut dress". I knew precisely what she meant and turning to the kitchen she said "we'll, get on with it woman". I hurried up the stairs and going immediately to my wardrobe I took out one of my tiniest dresses to put on with the underwear I was already wearing. It definitely looked obscene; it was so short it showed my panties even without me bending down. My lipstick that I'd worn on the plane and which was a nice modest shade just a little darker than pink came off to be replaced by the most garish red spread right over my mouth and even outside my lip line. To finish, lots of jet black eye make up. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought I'd be well placed, looking like this, in a brothel. I went down the stairs to find her sat at the kitchen table with a drink in her hands but apart from glancing at me she didn't move. "Get yourself a cup of tea", she said. I did and went to sit down that is until she asked who said you could sit down? "Come round here" and promptly gave me a smack on my backside, it stung a bit but it had an even better effect, it make me start to feel horny. I have no idea why, it just did. But, I did get permission to sit down even if it was only for a short while because as she finished her drink she took my hand and led me upstairs. Let me tell you that for the next four days she fucked me in every room in the house including the laundry and the toilet. She fucked me in every position imaginable, on a table, on the bed, under the bed (sorry I just made that up for a bit of fun), on the floor and in every bedroom in the house until about the last evening when we went to bed I was hoping that she wouldn't want to fuck me again. Frankly I didn't think I could `cum' again, I seemed almost to have been drained dry with her consistent and persistent sexual drive. Going to bed on that last night I wore, for the first time, pyjamas and as I climbed in bed she smiled at me and said "I guess there's no `nooky' for me tonight." With just a kiss, I was a bit disappointed at that, at least she could have made out that she wanted me but apparently she didn't, I fell asleep. When I woke in the morning she was already awake and sat looking at me. My pyjamas were unusually dry, I thought at least with the closeness of her I'd have made a little moisture in my pussy but no, it was quite dry. Leaning over the bed she kissed me and, opening the pyjama jacket, leaned forward to suck my nipple into her mouth. Let me tell you that for over the next hour I was subjected to the best sex I've had in a long time, she was so patient in her touches moving slowly and gently with lots of tender kisses thrown in and not for ages did she reach my pussy. When she did reach there again she was so gentle her lips moving over me so slowly with frequent stops to move up and kiss my lips and then to kiss my breasts and then, eventually to remove my pyjamas, both top and bottom, before continuing with the fuck. It was quite frankly quite wonderful and although I would dearly have loved to have orgasmed I knew if I did she'd stop. So, I held back, just enjoying the continual movement of her legs against mine, the gentle stroking of her hands and her oh so soft kisses. But, I guess she eventually got bored with this and opening my legs so wide she laid in between them. Slowly, slowly she dragged her body against mine and then away. Then starting again with our clits together she moved her body again. When my orgasm arrived it wasn't one of those frantic ones that make me convulse it started to rumble around somewhere deep inside my body gradually growing in strength until at last it arrived. Not with a sound like thunder or with the crashing of waves, it just slowly moved through my body until as she lay with her mouth now over my pussy I could feel it gently ejecting itself into her mouth. As she remained there, unusually it continued, not at full strength but I feel that the volume ejected over this period was more than I'd ever let go before. I could feel her lips sucking and licking me and oh fuck, she was panting with the effort, but despite her weariness she continued as long as I continued ejecting my `cum'. Eventually, things quietened down and although they were not minor convulsions inside me I don't think anything was leaping out, it may have been a slight trickle but that would have been about all. That, despite the quietness of it all, had been the very best fuck she'd given me over the period and I was still and quiet inside myself. But, there was a plane to catch and we had to hurry to get things organised. Throwing clothes into her case we hurried out to the car and moving at great speed but with caution we arrive at the airport with just sufficient time to go through the formalities and spend a little time, perhaps five minutes, in the ladies toilet. I promise I didn't `cum' this time. The call to board came and as we waited for her to collect her boarding pass we had just one kiss, a mother and daughter kiss and then she was gone. I didn't wait around the airport, I rushed home to clean the place up, to open the windows (the place smelled like I imagine a brothel would smell) and to change all the beds where the sheets still in had damp spots where I'd `cum' for her. There were also a couple of places on the carpets where we'd misbehaved so I wiped them too. I have to be honest and say that four days with Holley were probably too much; maybe the original two days I'd intended she'd stay would have been enough. But it had been sensational sex.. After cleaning up the house I e-mailed Gerry to tell her Holley was on the plane and about what time it was scheduled to land. Later I got a phone call from her thanking me for looking after her little girl (her words not mine) and saying that she was jealous, it should have been the few days she wanted to spend with me. The conversation got a little naughty after that and with a complete lack of reserve she told me that if Holley hadn't come home when she did she had every intention of fucking me. Oh, if only! I suspect it won't be too long before I get another invitation to meet with her and who knows what will happen then. But, she will have to appreciate that Holley is my first choice.