“And so’s this.”
Holly leaned back and put her arms around my neck, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage as she pushed her hips into me, grinding up and down my cock. It could have lasted one minute or one hour, I was so barely present.
She kissed me on the cheek and then disappeared to go and arouse some other random dudes. I picked up my drink and practically downed it in one. I wasn’t sure where the night was going but I was pretty sure I couldn’t process it sober.
Two hours later, as the last customers left the club, Holly reappeared. She looked more like the Holly I knew, wearing an over-sized hoody as a dress.
“I’m off the clock. What are we going to do?”
“It’s 3:30AM and I’ve been drinking free whiskey all night,” I said. “Thank you, by the way.”
Holly sighed and made an exaggerated sad face.
“Holly, I’m almost 40! My after-party days are behind me.”
“Do you have any drinks at your place?”
“Among other things, yes.”
One taxi ride later, I was pouring drinks I knew I’d regret in the morning as Holly went through my vinyl collection alternately saying “Ooh” and “Oh as if!” She picked out an instrumental soul record, and the sounds of saxophones and smooth bass filled the house.
“So what are those other things you mentioned?” She asked, as I handed her a vodka soda.
I opened the small drawer in my kitchen where I keep my party favours.
“Break glass in case of emergency, huh?” Holly laughed.
“I have weed, a little mdma, and apparently someone left some coke here last weekend too.”
“Obviously coke. Don’t want you falling asleep on me, old man.”
Several lines of what turned out to be extremely good blow later, Holly was dancing in the living room and reeling off the various trivial dramas of a nineteen-year-old’s life. Two-faced friends; over-involved parents; terrible boyfriends.
“I like porn as much as anyone,” she was saying, “But the choking thing is out of control. Every boy I’ve slept with has at least asked. I wouldn’t mind if just one of them knew how to eat pussy properly.”
She stopped suddenly, and broke out into laughter as she realised how much she was over-sharing, and to whom. She blushed. I reassured her.
“Given the way tonight has gone, I think we’re well past embarrassment. You having bad sex with idiots pales in comparison to ‘lap dance from your friend’s daughter’”.
Holly grinned. “It was pretty hot though. Right?”
“I plead the fifth. And also whatever amendment refers to … ah…’
“Getting an erection?”
We both laughed.
Holly joined me on the couch, putting her legs over mine.
“Be honest,” she said. “How long have you wanted to see me naked?”
“Hand on heart, it never once crossed my mind.”
“So you don’t think I’m attractive?” She looked disappointed.
“That’s not what I said…”
Holly sat up, pivoted her hips and bent her legs so that she was straddling me again. She put her arms around my neck and sat into my lap, pressing her cheek against mine so I could feel her breath as she spoke.
“Ever thought about me while you were wanking?”
“Never,” I whispered. She pressed her crotch into mine and began to slowly roll her hips.
“You’ve never thought about what it would be like to fuck me?”
“Honestly, no.”
Despite the drugs, I could feel blood rushing to my shaft as she pushed against me. Holly felt it too.
“Are you thinking about it now?” It was all I could think about.
“No comment.”
“My job is to make people horny,” she purred. “And I’m good at my job.”
“You are doing it for free during your downtime,” I quipped, trying to keep the mood light. “No such thing as too much practice I guess.”
“Practice?” She gasped, mock-offended. “I’ll show you practice.”
She leaned back and lifted both legs almost completely straight up, for just a second. Enough time for her underwear to smoothly slide up them and fly off her foot as she brought them back down.
“THAT takes practice.”
She savoured the shocked expression on my face. By now I was completely hard, the erection pressed into my leg as she rubbed herself up and down it. I felt my skin getting wet through the fabric and realised she was getting herself off too.
Holly slid off my lap to help herself to another line of coke, leaving a soaking wet patch on my clothes. I kneeled down to join her at the coffee table and the drugs triggered a dopamine rush that destroyed whatever remained of my inhibitions. I stood up.
“I’m going to change into something a bit less…wet,” I told her.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she replied from the carpet. “Just take them off.”
Kneeling on the floor, she was at my waist level and before I knew it she’d unclipped my pants and pulled them to my ankles. My fitted boxers held my still-raging hard-on at bay, but Holly got a good look at it before turning back to the coke.
“Lap dancing, drugs, undressing older men,” I said. “Your dad would be furious.”
“Now you’re just trying to turn me on,” she sighed.
“I’ve got a wet patch that says that ship has already sailed.” I laughed.
“What can I say? You’ve got a nice cock. Don’t read too much into it.”
I noticed the complete silence – the music had stopped.
“Besides,” she continued. “Cocaine, vodka, undressing in front of a teenager. Maybe Dad’s right about you.”
We both laughed, and I went to the turntable and flipped the record. As the smooth soul started, the sexual tension in the room thickened further.
Holly was laying half-on the sofa, her legs hanging off the edge and wide apart. I crouched down for one last bump, turned my head and found myself gazing at her pussy. I could have looked away instantly, or pretended I hadn’t noticed. But I just stared.
She slid forward until her ass was on the very edge of the sofa. I could see her pussy so clearly – flushed red with arousal, her neat little clit just begging to be licked.
“See something you like?” She asked.
“Don’t read too much into it,” I replied.
“You’ve got five minutes. But if I’m not feeling it, I’m finishing myself.”
She put her legs around my head and pulled my face into her lap.
There aren’t many things in life I know I’m good at, but eating pussy is one of them. I love it. And at this point I have decades of experience doing it.
I ran my tongue over the sensitive skin between her thighs, slowly working my way up to her clit. Using the tip, I started to lick it – gently at first, increasing the pressure until I was pressing it as my tongue moved in circles. She was already so wet that when I softly pressed a finger against the lips of her pussy, it slipped inside her. I curled the tip and stroked the spongy skin of her g-spot in time with my tongue, building her orgasm from inside and out.
I’d had my tongue on Holly’s clit for less than two minutes when I heard her saying “Oh shit… fuck, fuck, fuck” under her breath. My mouth and chin were covered with her cum. It was time for the coup de grace – I closed my lips over her and, my tongue still flicking it, began to suck her clit.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t -” Holly was cut short by her own body, losing her breath as she lurched upwards.
I felt her orgasm before I heard it, her pussy tightening around my finger. She screamed, an involuntary squeal, as she bucked and pulled away from me. I stood up; she was lying on her side. Her whole body was shaking.
I sat next to her and stroked her hair as she recovered. Holly. Holly who I’d taken camping, and had to stand guard outside the tent in case any monsters came. Who’d proudly presented me with an incomprehensible piece of pasta artwork called “my favourite uncle”.
Sweet, little, innocent Holly. Whose hand was now sliding under the waistband of my underwear. Holly, on her front now, leaning over my lap and pulling them off me. Holly whose tongue was on the tip of my cock, massaging it until I was fully hard. She had her mother’s eyes.
Those eyes were level with mine now, as she unbuttoned my shirt. She raised her arms and I lifted the hoodie up and over her head, revealing that incredible body.
Holly was sat astride me once more, her breasts in my face. I took her tiny pink nipple into my mouth and stroked it with my tongue and felt her hand on my cock. She held it firmly and stroked herself, rubbing me against her lips until I was as wet as she was. I felt the light resistance of her opening before I was engulfed by warmth, her grip tight on my shaft as she moved down it.
She stopped halfway, and squeezed me between her lips.
“Do you want me to keep going?” She asked.
I barely managed to moan a response. “Y…yes…”
“Then tell me: did you used to fuck her like this?”
“… who?”
A filthy smirk crept over her face.
“My mother.”
I froze. Holly’s eyes – Rachel’s eyes – bored into mine. She slowly began to let me slide out of her.
“Please, don’t…” I sounded pathetic.
“Then answer the question.”
I took a deep breath.
“No.”
Holly looked at me in disbelief, then let me fall out of her as she got to her feet. I grabbed her waist tightly with both hands and turned her sideways on, then pulled her towards me. Hard enough that she lost her balance and tumbled back to the couch, face-down. I leaned over and pinned her down with one hand, pushing her into the couch. With the other, I pulled her legs slightly open, and lowered my body onto hers. My mouth by her ear now.
“She preferred it like this.”
I pushed my cock into the gap between her thighs, straight back through her tight, wet lips. I let her savour the head entering her slowly, as if to tease her. But no.
Holly cried out in shock as I thrust hard, burying myself in her, the tight heat like nothing I’d ever felt before. I fucked her slowly and deeply. The way Rachel used to like it.
Leave a Reply