"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.