Nick gasped loudly as he looked at Holly. She stared at him with a wicked gleam in her wide, blue eyes, her hands on her hips, her long nipples pointed at him like another pair of eyes.
"H-Holly…" was all he could get out. His eyes roamed from the enormous uplifted breasts to the narrow waist and the flare of her hips, her dark thighs and the blonde nest between them…
"I fell asleep early so I woke up early," Holly said in a near whisper. She too was gazing, staring at his naked body. It took a few seconds before Nick was fully alert and aware of what was happening. Quickly he pulled the sheet up to cover his crotch.
"What the hell are you doing, standing there naked like that?" Nick asked, trying to sound authoritative and annoyed. But he couldn't tear his eyes from that luscious, copper toned young body.
"I didn't think you'd mind," Holly grinned, stepping closer to the couch. "You have a beautiful body, Nick, I was just looking it over."
Nick could only wonder how long she'd been standing there. He leaned up on one elbow and forced a frown.
"Holly, please, go back to bed," he said without conviction.
"Don't you like my body?" Holly asked with pursed lips, as if she were pouting.
"I think you're very, very beautiful," Nick said gulping. "That's just the problem."
"Problem?" Holly giggled. "Take another look."
Nick felt his heart racing, his cock beginning to stiffen as she approached the couch. Half of him wanted her to turn around and walk to the bedroom and leave him alone; that was the half that wanted to marry Julie and rise to the top of her father's company. The other half of him wanted her to jump on the couch with him and take her in his arms.
"Please, Holly. Behave yourself."
"Just take a look, Nick."
Holly smiled deeper and slowly turned around and Nick's heart pounded as he stared at her profile and then her back, and finally her front again.
"You're lovely," he said. "But come to your senses, Holly. You can't just stand there in front of me like that." Nick stared at her heaving breasts and her lush body and tried to think of something stern to say, but his thoughts were muddled and his body weak with warmth and his heart pounded.
"Oh, I don't intend to just stand here," Holly said. "I just wanted you to see my body. Men always go crazy when they see me like this. And I just love having my body admired."
"Holly, go put some clothes on," Nick said. "I've got to get to work, and don't forget you've got to leave this morning. Now, don't make me angry. Don't make me sorry I let you stay here."
Holly's laugh was deep and mocking and Nick stared up at the way she rippled her body so that each mound and crevice seemed to ebb and flow. And then Holly sank to the edge of the couch and Nick moved back.
"Nick, baby, I promise you won't be sorry you let me stay here," she said. "I know I was something of a drag yesterday, but the food and shower and scotch and a good night's sleep have put me back in shape. And Nick, baby, see what shape I'm in."
"Holly, get off the damn couch," Nick said, and shuddered at the lack of conviction in his words.
"Nick, it's snowing out," she said. "And I'm a girl who likes things warm. Very warm. In a little while, I'm going to be out in the snow."
Her body glowed in the early morning light, her young, ripe body a length of golden flesh. Nick couldn't help staring.
"I let you take a look," Holly whispered. "Now let me have a peek."
"Holly!"
Nick shuddered as she reached for the sheet and ripped it back from his body. There was no denying that his prick was fully erect, and Holly's eyes opened wide when she saw it.
"You don't really want me to go, I can see that," she smiled smugly, still staring at his cock.
"Holly…" Suddenly she looked up in his eyes imploringly. Slowly she leaned forward, Nick felt himself freeze as her full lips neared his. Then he felt his eyes closing with a mind of their own as those soft, wet lips pressed eagerly against his.
Her kiss was hot and wet and her hands roamed knowingly over his body, pinching and tickling. He tensed for a moment. He told himself he was a fool to make love to a seventeen-year-old girl and that he was jeopardizing everything he wanted and had worked for. But then, when Holly's warm fingers met his hard prick and lifted the organ into the air, he knew he would never be able to stop her now.
Her tongue, sudden and wicked, shoved its way into his mouth and sought his tongue. He groaned and clamped his hands over her back and kissed her desperately. He didn't know whether he'd moved closer to her, or she had slid closer to him on the open couch, but now their bodies were pressed together, bare flesh burning against bare flesh, as they embraced and kissed and panted in rising passion.
Nick squirmed and grunted, she pressed her body closer against his and her lips and tongue continued to thrill him. His hands roamed her back and buttocks, he savored the touch of her flesh, moaned at the feel of skin that seemed to vibrate with a fiery desire. When she ground her tits against his chest, biting his tongue as it lashed into her mouth, Nick thought he would go delirious with sexual hunger.
Holly too was breathing deeply as he cupped her breasts in his palm and squeezed the mounds, then twirled his finger around the hard, bloated nipples. She pressed herself against him again, he tried to feel each part of her flesh burning against his with an insane, tingling warmth.
She moaned and dug her nails into his back as he held her in his arms. Honey, he said to himself, her flesh is like honey, sweet and warm and liquid. He opened his eyes as he caressed her ear, looking down her back. The dark flesh was split by the deep, graceful groove of her spine, and he could see the very top of her ass crack.
"Oh Nick," she purred as she reached into his crotch and gripped his cock again. "It's so warm, so warm and hard."
Nick felt himself go dizzy as a wave of pleasure passed through his body, starting at the end of his prick, where her warm fingers were, and reaching to every last nerve in his body. Nick had made love to more women in his life than he could honestly remember, but he could not recall ever being as horny as he was now.
Holly had removed her lips from his and was staring down at his prick in admiration. She held the hard tool up straight, the swollen cap aimed at the ceiling, the thick veins shining in the dull light. The shaft was arched in full stiffness, the blood beat rapidly through his dark veins. Slowly, she bent over and let her honey-blonde hair fall to his thighs. Oh my God, Nick said to himself with a sudden start, she's going down on me!
Nick couldn't help but gasp as he felt the first touch of her wet lips on his cockhead. She kissed it once, then trailed her tongue down the shaft until her lips were pressed against the base, nibbling. Her light fingers massaged his balls as his thighs began to stiffen.
Her tongue flicked his balls once, then again, then plucked the loose flesh of the sac into her mouth. Nick gasped as his balls were tossed around in her mouth, then held his breath when she released the sac and licked her way upward along the shaft. God, she may be seventeen, Nick said to himself, but she sure as hell knows what she's doing!
Her tongue swirled around his cockhead, her lips closed around the cap and her caress moved halfway down his shaft, then up again. She lifted her lips from his rod and stared at his glassy eyes, grinning.
"Do you like that?"
"Ah, Holly…"
She was already sucking his cock again, moving the soft, delicate circle of her caress up and down his shaft slowly. He felt the heat of her mouth moving down, covering inch after inch of his long rod, then her tongue lapping out around his crown when she'd risen to the top. There was no doubt about it: if she continued like that for another few moments, he wasn't going to be able to keep himself from blasting into her mouth.
Her slender fingers were holding the pulsing shaft upright, stroking it softly. She kissed the crown, then wrapped her soft lips around the bulge and sucked noisily. He could feel himself trembling as he waited for her next plunge.
She dropped sharply onto the pole, taking in most of it with one smooth, gentle swoop. He felt neither her lips nor her teeth, only the wetness and warmth of her mouth as it surrounded his aching prick. His thighs moved on their own, urging his cock deeper into her mouth, and she accepted all of it.
Again she rose to the crown and swooped down on his pole as far as she could, this time squeezing the fiery ring of her lips more firmly around his shaft. Her tongue twirled around the rod as it slid into her caress, her breath blew against his bush as she paused at midsection and sucked softly. Then she dropped further, letting the tip of his cock slide along the back of her mouth and into her throat.
Holly too was gasping for breath now as she rose and fell rapidly on his thick tool, sucking furiously on the head, curling her tongue continually. Nick opened his eyes and watched her work, admiring the smooth flesh of her shoulders, her honey-blonde hair as it fell to his thighs, her full lips as they parted to accept his prick. Her tits were dangling forward now, but still looked firm and ripe, the nipples so swollen they looked ready to burst.
He watched his thick cock slide from between her lips, gleaming with her saliva. Her lips too shone with moisture as she sucked on the glowing knob of his cockhead. Then he gasped as he watched his prick disappear into her mouth again, felt her blonde hair tickling his thighs. Gism was soaring toward his prick so quickly it felt as if he were about to pee in her mouth.
She was groaning softly as she sucked his cock, her voice very soft and childlike, breathy, almost a whine. He slid a leg between hers and pressed his thighs against the wetness of her cunt. She moaned louder, whining with lust, grinding her pussy against his bare leg.
Nick's eyes closed again as she took his balls in her hand and tossed them around gently. His prick was sliding smoothly down her throat, her lips were reaching almost to the base of his long prick, her cheeks were puffing out as the member filled her.
He took hold of one of her huge tits and massaged the putty-like flesh in his fingers. The entire mound was darkly tanned except for a circle a fraction of an inch larger than her areola, he knew that her bathing suit was scanty enough to turn every head on the beach – and so were her tits. And from the looks of the faint white ring around her hips, she'd recently done some nude sunbathing. He'd suspected, in fact, from the moment he laid eyes on her, that she was from California, or Florida, or someplace else where the sun shines all year long. There was just an aura of sunny sexuality about her that in his mind placed her on a beach in the hot sun, her lush young body soaking up the sun's rays as if they were nursing her to ripeness like a luscious piece of fruit.
She was groaning more loudly now, pressing her wet bush against his leg. Her fingers jarred his balls her mouth closed around his cockhead and then moved slowly down the shaft. Gism inched into his prick. He hadn't the faintest idea how he was going to force himself to stop her.
But there was one way. He stared at her body, her wobbling breasts, her long nipples, her fleshy, tan thighs, her blonde nest pressed against his leg. He had to fuck her, had to savor the snug warmth of her young pussy before he wasted the fury of his passion by exploding in her mouth.
Nick settled back on the couch, watching her plunge onto his glistening cock again. Gism swelled his prick. He reached out at the last moment and pushed her head away.
His prick snapped back against his belly. She looked into his eyes with disappointment, as if he'd just taken away her most prized possession. But before she could say a word, he took hold of her waist and pulled her on top of him.
Her buttocks were blazing as they settled on his thighs, her tits were quivering before his eyes. She stared down at him, grinning, her eyes glassy like his and her mouth open as she breathed very deeply.
"Put it in me!" she gasped as she reached down for his prick. Her fingers closed around it. "Ah, darling, it's so hot!"
She lifted her buttocks from his body and raised his prick upright so that the cockhead was nestled in her bush. Nick was gasping and groaning himself as he took hold of his prick and rubbed the crown along her cunt lips. The pink flaps were positively drooling with pussy juice.
Digging his fingers into her waist, he pulled her down sharply on his crotch. His fat cock bore cleanly into her wet channel, her blonde bush met his bush and her soft buttocks crashed into his balls as she sat on him, fully stuffed.
"Oh Nick!" she crooned, shaking her head back and forth. "It's so deep, I can feel it!"
"God, you're tight!" he blurted out. "And so wet!"
For a few moments Nick couldn't move. He savored the snugness of her pussy, felt it twitching all around his member, felt her warmth penetrating his shaft and her wetness coating it. But then she slowly lifted herself, easing her channel upward along his shaft until his crown alone was left inside her. When she dropped again, her buttocks slapped into his thighs, his cock drove deeply into her cunt and sent her head shaking back and forth.
Now he took firm hold of her waist and screwed his hips upward to fill her. She bounced on top of him, screaming and gasping, her tits wobbling from the force of his lunges. Within a few moments she was bouncing furiously, erratically, like a puppet on a string pulled in every direction at the same time.
He watched her tits shake in front of his eyes, watched her face contort with pleasure, her lips open to gasp for breath, her eyes open once and then close as he drilled his prick up into her cunt again. He let go of her waist with one hand and took hold of her flying tits, grinding the steaming flesh against her chest as if he were trying to flatten her tit into a pancake. But they were much too large for that.
Her nipple throbbed against his palm as he fondled her tits. He slid a finger into the crack between her mounds, then looked down at his cock as she rose above it. His prick emerged from her body, glistening, and he could see her pink cunt lips stretched open by his thick manhood. Then he watched her blonde bush descend to his pelvis again, watched his cock disappear into her pussy and her tan thighs slap crisply against his at the end of her plunge.
But Nick remembered that, when she was lying naked in his bed, it was her tan buttocks that had most enticed him. He let her rise and fall a few more times on his cock, then, just as his rod began to stiffen with seed again, he lifted her from his stake and tossed her onto her belly.
She groaned when she felt his cock leave her. But before she had time to miss his delving thrusts, he climbed to his knees and straddled her ass prick in hand.
"Hurry, Nick, oh God, hurry!" she bleated.
He gazed in wonder at her firm, dark moons, then pressed his open palms against the scalding cheeks and yanked them open. Her ass crack was hairless. But an inch from her asshole, he could see the blonde hairs of her bush. He steered his cock between her buttocks and rubbed the hot tip along her wet slice.
She reached under her body to guide him into her. His crown cleared her doors, he pumped once and drove his long staff into her cunt all the way to the base. She screamed so loudly as he entered her that he had to wonder if she were coming.
For a moment he didn't move, and Holly lay still underneath him. Their bodies were locked together, his pelvis rested on the warm pillow of her buttocks. Then he pulled back and rammed his pole into her cunt again, his wet cockflesh slipping easily into the tight channel, his balls swinging freely against her upturned cheeks.
The room was suddenly filled with her wails, with the steady slap of bare flesh against bare flesh as his pelvis clapped against her ass again and again. Holly shook her head back and forth, then buried her face in a pillow to stifle her screams.
Nick reached under her body and took hold of her tit, massaging it softly at first, then twisting it around in his palm as if he were trying to tear it from her body. Her pussy twitched wildly around his pistoning member, squeezing it when he was inside her, flexing a few times as he slid it from between her cheeks, twirled his hips to rub his hot stake against her clit, and then lunged hard filling her to the brim. Gism was soaring into his prick again, and this time he had no intention of stopping.
But he wanted to feel her tits against his chest as he came, wanted to stare into her face as he reached the peak of his pleasure. He pumped a few more times into her cunt, then slid it gently from her body.
"Oh, Nick!"
Before she knew what was happening, he flipped her over, spread her thighs, and jumped between them. His cock rubbed against her wet lips, he took hold of the organ and slid the cap through her doors. She was shaking her head back and forth again and moaning continually as he readied his first lunge.
When it came, she tightened her cunt around his prick and screamed in his ear. He pressed his chest against her breasts, feeling the nipples beating against him, caressing her lips and neck madly as she shook under him.
Holly's hand roamed over Nick's back then found his hard buttocks. A finger slid into his ass crack, then another hand pressed against his cheek, pushing down, sending his prick sailing into her cunt all the more quickly. The fury of her passion was so intense that he had no idea if or when she was coming.
She flexed her pussy around his member digging her fingers into his buttocks and lashing her tongue into his mouth when he pressed his lips against hers. Each thrust of his hips brought a loud, wet, sloshing sound as he tore into her snug channel, then a clap of flesh against flesh, then two long, sensuous groans.
"I'm gonna come now!" Nick panted in her ear. "I can't stop now!"
"Do it!" she wailed. "Do it, Nick, do it, do it!"
She shrieked as the entire length of his thick tool bored deeply, quickly into her thrilled cunt. She was almost sobbing now, scratching his ass with her fingernails as he quickened his strokes.
He could feel the end of his rod reaching to the farthest limits of her pussy, ripping along the tight, wet channel, sliding from her cunt for only a split second before he drilled back into her. Gism swelled his cock, shudders of pleasure surged through his balls, his pelvis, and his ass as her fingers caressed it. In all his life, Nick had never felt such total, thoughtless pleasure.
A hoarse groan caught in his throat as his cockhead bulged inside her. Two quick thrusts brought him to the brink of his orgasm. And then one long, hard lunge pushed him over the edge.
Pumping at top speed, he swung his balls against her ass and ripped ruthlessly into her cunt. She bucked wildly under him as he grunted in her ear, lashing his prick to the ends of her channel just as the first hard spurt of his gism blasted in to her snug pussy.
"I feel it!" she bawled at the top of her lungs. "Oh my God, I feel it!"
They were writhing on the couch as he came rocking the mattress, slapping their bodies together with an insane fury. Nick's orgasm seemed to last for a full thirty seconds before the last drops of his semen oozed into her body.
Nick could hardly catch his breath as he came to a rest on top of her. He could feel his come surrounding his prick, and he knew that he'd filled her to the brim with his cream.
"Oh Nick, that was so good," she whispered, still moving her hips around under him. "Your come was so hot, I could feel it spurting against me."
Nick lay on top of her, motionless. Julie's face, then her father's passed before his eyes. But it was done, and he didn't regret it. If he was going to throw his future away for a woman, or for a girl, for that matter, at least he'd thrown it away for the best fuck of his life.
"Come on, Nick honey," she purred, squeezing his buttocks. "Don't stop now."
Nick woke with a start and sat up on the couch. He looked at Holly's deep smile, and he shook his head to clear his vision.
"I've been studying you, Nick," she said, and she sat up, her body golden and inviting. "Your face is so rugged and tough and those blue eyes seem out of place. I think my blue eyes are perfect with my hair and all. I mean, logical. But with your face, the eyes really turn me on, baby. And that blond hair cut seems so, oh, what is it. Sort of collegiate."
She reached over and ran her fingers through his hair, but he pulled away. "What time is it," he asked. "Hell, I haven't heard the alarm go off."
Holly leaned over and kissed his ear, and he tensed as he felt the flick of her hot, wet tongue. "I turned the clock off," she whispered, her words hoarse and diffused through the kiss. "You were sleeping so soundly, it seemed a shame to wake you. The phone even rang, and that didn't even disturb you."
Nick took one long arousing glance at Holly's body, honey-golden against the sheets. Then he scrambled to the edge of the couch.
"Christ there's a meeting at ten," he muttered and tried to pull the sheet around his naked body.
Holly laughed. "Nick, honey, ten has come and gone, so there's no reason to go dashing off. And you hardly need to hide yourself beneath the sheet. I think I'm familiar with every, shall we say, aspect of your body. And Nick, baby, you've got some body."
Nick shoved the sheet back. "Holly, that damn meeting could well cost me my future," he said.
Her smile was content and provocative, and her laugh came from deep in her throat. "Well Nick you seemed much more interested in the present than in the future," she said. "Why not call in sick today, baby? The weather is terrible."
Nick stood up and stared at Holly, and licked his parched lips as she leisurely stretched her body, and looked up at him with a mocking, dancing smile.
"Holly, my whole future depends on this morning at the agency," he said. And he was stunned at the way just looking at Holly's lavishly displayed body aroused him.
"Nick, tell them you have a fever," she said, and licked her lips slowly and twisted her legs in a way that made Nick's breath go short.
"Holly, I've got to get to work," he said. "And dammit, you've got to get out of here. Now, about this morning."
"Yes, Nick darling, about this morning?" she said. "Why don't we spend the rest of the day discussing this morning, Nick. Discussing it and, you know, other things."
"I'm going into the bedroom and get dressed," he snapped. "I'm going to shower and shave. And when I'm ready, I expect you to be ready to leave here. I mean it Holly."
Holly sat up on the couch, her breasts heaving as she took a deep breath. "Nick, I don't want to be put out in the cold and the snow," she said. "I'm no saint, but if I have to make love to have a place to sleep I want it to be someone like you. I'm desperate, Nick. And I'm afraid and I'm lonely. Just let me stay for a couple of days. I'll make things so good for you that it'll make this morning seem like a kid's necking session."
Nick had to look away from Holly or he knew he would never be able to walk away from her. "Dammit, Holly, you've got to get out," he said. "I'll see about getting you some money so you can pay your back rent and get your things."
"Nick, really, I dig you," she said. "I don't just want money. I want to stay here with you, baby. Didn't you dig this morning? Don't you like my body, Nick? Look over here Nick, and tell me you don't like my body."
Nick stumbled to the phone and sat down, careful not to even glance back at the couch. "Your body is marvelous," he said with conviction. "I've never known a girl whose body excited me the way yours does. But that doesn't change the situation."
Nick picked up the phone and dialed his office, and asked for Miss Lewis. He listened to the phone buzzing and sneaked a glance at the copper body spread against the white sheets. He remembered the feel of the skin and the glowing warmth that permeated the body and the way she moved and the taste of her warm, wet, wild lips.
"Mr. Harrison's office," Miss Lewis said, her voice brisk and efficient.
"This is Mr. Harrison," Nick said and again glanced at Holly, and saw that she was kneeling on the side of the bed.
"Oh, Nick, where have you been?" Miss Lewis asked, using the intimate tone she liked when there was no one else around. "I tried calling you at home. You missed that meeting."
"I know," he said. "I slept through the alarm and I guess I slept through your call too. Look, I'm not feeling too well this morning. Oh, Sally, how much damage was done by my missing that meeting? Is Connors ready to kill me?"
"Nick Harrison, I think Connors is ready to kiss you, darling," she said. "The word is all over the agency about your get together with old lady Dennison last night. She called Connors and he came down here beaming from ear to ear looking for you."
"Thank God," Nick said. "Look, I'll be down there in a half an hour." And Nick trailed the words off and sucked in his breath as he turned and saw Holly swaying across the room. He went rigid as she sat down on his lap, and smiled and bit his ear.
"Nick, are you all right?" Miss Lewis asked.
"On second thought, I don't think I'll be in today," he said. "I have something of a fever."
Holly laughed and snuggled up against Nick, and he felt her smooth glowing, golden body and knew what he had told his secretary was not far from the truth.
"It's a miserable day," Miss Lewis said. "If you feel bad you'd better stay at home."
"Yes, I'll get started on the Dennison account," Nick said and twisted his mouth from Holly's eager lips. "Call Connors first thing, and tell him that."
"Of course," she said. "If you need anything, Nick I could drop by after work."
"I don't think I'll need anything," he said quickly, and put a hand up and cupped one of Holly's huge breasts. "But thanks, Sally."
"I didn't think you would," she said. "But a girl has to keep trying. Take care of yourself, and I'll see you in the morning."
"Yes, in the morning," he mumbled and hung up.
"Holly, this is absolutely the last day you can stay," he said.
And then she mashed her lips over his mouth in a twisting kiss, and Nick told himself he was foolish to risk everything for another day with this girl.
Then Holly was squirming around and his hands were moving over her young body, and he was rubbing and mashing and tickling and squeezing every inch of her dark flesh. And then, her tan thighs were wrapping around his back and his hard prick was sliding into her again.
This time Nick pumped furiously into her, slamming her down on the mattress with each thrust. Her hands roamed over his back, again a finger slid into his ass crack. She found his swinging balls and began massaging them, then took hold of his cock as it slid from her pussy and stroked it a few times before he could cram it back inside her.
Once again, her passion was so intense that he didn't know when she was coming. His orgasm neared slowly, steadily. By the time his gism was again swelling his prick, Nick was gasping for breath desperately, straining every muscle in his body as his peak approached.
Holly suddenly rolled back under him, lifting her legs higher and closing them around his back. His cock seemed to enter her at a new angle, seemed to reach even deeper into her channel. And then as she screeched and screamed under him, he sailed into her young pussy again and filled it a third time with his piping-hot seed.
Still, she seemed to want more, gripping his cock when he rolled off of her and sliding her thighs around one of his to grind her pussy against his leg… He knew that she was going to put him in traction if he let her hang around much longer. But what a way to go!