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Holly and Kent

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Holly first became aware of the sensation of warmth of the new day, then the light of the advancing sun. She remained motionless for a few minutes, letting the sense impressions gradually stir her sleepy mind, and then she stretched her body under the single sheet that covered it. The cotton fabric grazed her nipples, awakening another sort of sensation, and her fingers traveled up to enhance it. Then she stopped herself.

Normally, she would have fanned the early flames of arousal, greeting the new day with a long and delicious masturbation session. But, her mind was engaged now, and she knew that this day would be a departure from the norm.

Holly had a big day ahead of her at work. She was traveling to Milwaukee to make a presentation at a conference, and she was a bit nervous. She had to make a good impression, and when she was under pressure, she relied on a trick that she had devised over the years; she would fantasize, and keep herself aroused, until the task was accomplished, and then would come the reward. Somehow this tactic always served to steady her nerves.

She was nervous for another reason as well. Her old college roommate, Jeri, was her immediate superior at the firm. She hadn’t seen Jeri in some years, although they had corresponded. Jeri was responsible for getting her this job, and Jeri was originally planning to attend the conference. However, a family emergency had called Jeri out of town, and Jeri’s husband would be standing in for her.

Holly and Jeri had developed an unusual kind of intimacy in college. It wasn’t exactly a lesbian affair, because they were both very heterosexual. But it was a sexual relationship of sorts. It began when they discussed their dating exploits. They demanded of one another intimate details of each encounter with the campus men, and it sort of escalated into a ritual, where whenever one of them returned to the dorm room from a date, they would get high, then retire to their respective beds, and the girl who had gotten lucky that night would tell the story of that evening’s sexual exploits, as they both masturbated. They both began to look forward to these sessions, and would each try to outdo the other in seeking more and more outrageous and erotic encounters; and it seemed that the excitement of telling the story was as great or greater than the exploit itself.

After a year or so of sharing a dorm room, the relationship developed further. They agreed to share their boyfriends, without the boyfriends being aware of the arrangement. As soon as one of the girls developed a steady relationship with a man, the other had permission to seduce him. They discovered the old adage that forbidden fruit tastes sweeter; the boyfriend, under the impression that he was cheating with his girlfriend’s roommate, would often be guilty and reluctant, which seemed to sharpen the sexual excitement when finally succumbing to temptation. The girls, of course, knew that there was no risk of hurt feelings, but they let the boys continue under the impression that the risk of discovery was great. They made sinners out of their boyfriends, and savored it. And afterwards, they talked about it and touched themselves, and thrilled to one another’s arousal, separated by a few feet of dorm room.

Jeri was erudite and witty, and talked her quarries into bed. Holly relied on a more basic technique, showing lots of cleavage and a big smile. She let the boys do the work, and she had a fabulous body that motivated them: long, shiny black hair, big provocative breasts, long legs and a well-rounded derriere.

Sometimes her hot allure made the boys self-conscious; they couldn’t stop looking at her, and they felt guilty about it. She always found this particularly exciting, because she knew it would increase the sexual tension. She began to experiment with exhibitionism, to drive these types over the edge. She would lure them to the room on the pretext of a meeting with Jeri — often Jeri would serve as her accomplice — and then Jeri would be somehow delayed, and they would be trapped there with Holly in various types of provocative dress or undress.

There was a guy named Ron, very good looking, very shy. He would blush when Holly met his eyes, because his eyes had been all over her. She acted nonchalant, and when she had him alone in the dorm room, she began tidying up the place. Tidying up meant bending over to pick up garments on the floor, and bending over meant putting on a show, because she wore a short skirt with no panties. Jeri had called to say that she would regrettably be held up for at least an hour. Ron’s gaze was riveted to Holly’s behind, and rewarded with frequent glimpses of her increasingly aroused pussy — although Holly continued to make small talk as she puttered around, and would turn to smile innocently at Ron from time to time. Ron was turning a sort of scarlet. Holly continued to chat amiably while giving him ever-more revealing views, until she actually reached up, as if absent-mindedly, to stroke her clit as she tidied around the bed.

At that moment, a deep groan escaped Ron’s lips, as he bolted across the room, dropping his pants as he came, and seizing her by the hips, he entered her at once from behind. She was more than ready for him, and the game she had played with him made the act all the more exciting. And what gave her particular satisfaction was the frenzied sounds that Jeri made later as she lay in her bed, listening to Holly’s description of the deed. As was often the case, Jeri and Holly climaxed together as Holly told her tale.

Another boy, Richard, was clearly aware that Holly wished to seduce him, and was determined to resist. He was attracted to her — who wasn’t? — but was stubbornly committed to what he believed to be monogamy with Jeri. Holly knew, however, that it was just a matter of time. And the time came when Jeri told him to wait for her in the dorm room, only to call with a tender apology, asking him to stay for an hour until she could make it home. Holly had the candles lit and the lights off, and after 10 minutes of awkward silence, she just let her robe fall open, and began to tease her pussy with both hands. Richard was so shocked that he couldn’t speak, but he continued to look, and then he was under her spell, crawling across the room on his hands and knees, and licking her fingers until she finally seized his ears and brought his mouth to her cunt. After he made her cum twice, she pushed him back on the floor and straddled his face, and she stayed there until she had cum three more times. Then she helped him take off his clothes. This story was one of Jeri’s favorites — she demanded to hear it again and again.

Jeri, of course, returned the favors, seducing Holly’s lovers and then regaling her with descriptions long into the night, as they both stroked themselves to ecstasy. They kept this up all through college. After graduation, they parted, but kept in touch by email, and occasionally they would have phone sessions after a hot date. But in time this all tapered off, and Jeri got married. Holly couldn’t come to the wedding, and Jeri’s new relationship had kept her busy. None the less, Jeri had gotten Holly a good position in the firm’s Madison office,

So, this afternoon, Holly would meet Jeri’s husband Kent for the first time, and without Jeri being present. Holly realized that after a few minutes of reminiscing about her college days, she was highly aroused. Slowly and deliberately, Holly slid one hand between her legs, penetrating her pussy with two fingers while coaxing delicious sensations from her clit, using her thumb. But again, she stopped herself. This was a complicated situation. Did Jeri expect her to seduce Kent? She knew that Kent must be a hunk — Jeri wouldn’t settle for less. But they had never discussed how their “arrangement” would apply if one of them were married. Plus. it had been five years. Maybe Jeri didn’t think that way anymore. Jeri had put her in something of a predicament. She had to know how excited Holly would be under these circumstances — didn’t she have an obligation to provide Jeri with some ground rules? Holly groaned as two fingers rubbed a sensual circle around her clit. But she had to stop, because it was time to get dressed and drive to Milwaukee, where she would be making a presentation the could determine the course of her career.

Ten minutes later, Holly was on Interstate 94, headed for Milwaukee. She had butterflies in her stomach over both the presentation she was to make, and how she ought to handle the delicate matter of Jeri’s husband. She was becoming more and more convinced that Jeri had set her up, that there was some kind of practical joke or other agenda involved. Jeri had left a message on Holly’s voice mail, indicating that Kent would be there, and Jeri would not; there was no opportunity for Holly to ask questions or look for cues. Jeri was incommunicado. Holly would have to play it by ear.

Holly, aware that she was fretting a bit, decided to calm herself in the usual way, by thinking about sex. She recalled the night that she seduced Ron. Half an hour after Ron had gone home, Jeri burst into the dorm room, flushed with excitement.

“Did you have your way with Ron?” she asked.

“Oh, yes I did,” Holly replied. “Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable, while I roll a joint.”

This was a familiar ritual that they both relished. Soon they were both in their underwear, seated on their respective beds and passing a joint back and forth by candlelight. The taste and aroma of the weed reminded them both of sex, and soon they were good and high, and in the early stages of arousal.

“All right,” said Jeri, “what did you do?”

“Well,” Holly replied, “when you called and said you would be late, I told him just to relax while I cleaned up the room. And I had on my flimsy little skirt — you know the one — with no panties, and I started picking things up off the floor. Starting to get the picture?”

Jeri giggled lasciviously. “What did he look like when he saw your stuff?”

Holly said, “I didn’t let him see much at first. I gave him some quick flashes and kept talking to him. He was obviously checking me out, because he was getting all tongue-tied and red in the face. I kept smiling at him like nothing was going on. But I was getting pretty hot.”

“MMmmm,” said Jeri, stretching out on the bed.

“In fact, I was getting very wet.”


“I decided to let him see a bit more. I bent over to search for some non-existent stuff along the floor. And I quit talking, to make sure he wouldn’t be distracted. I wanted him to see how wet I was. I could hear him swallowing.” Holly looked up to see what Jeri was doing with her hands. She had taken off her bra, and they were on her nipples. Holly said, “Let’s get naked.”

“Yesss… keep talking,” Jeri replied, wiggling out of her panties.

“Well, look at this — I’m all wet again,” said Holly, as her panties came off as well. Holly’s hands began to roam about her breasts and pussy as she continued:

“I had my back to him, so I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it was all contorted, you know, the way he gets when he feels guilty about looking at me, and I was pretty excited about the whole thing. So I just thought I’d touch myself to see how wet I was — just like I’m doing right now.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from Jeri. Holly could see her massaging her clit.

“Then Ron made this sound, sort of like he was in pain, and I could hear him get up and kind of run over toward me, and I could hear his zipper coming down. I didn’t turn around… I was really into it, I was rubbing my pussy, just enjoying the whole thing.”

“Did it feel nice?” gasped Jeri.

“Oh, yes. My pussy feels really nice right now. How about yours?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jeri replied, her voice low and guttural. “So what did Ron do then?”

“He grabbed me from behind and just slid his cock right in.”

Jeri moaned. “He’s big, isn’t he?”

“Lord, yes, he’s big. You really know how to pick ’em, Jeri. And I love it from behind like that — it goes in so deep.”

“God, I know,” said Jeri. She was starting to thrash around as she rubbed her pussy, and Holly knew she was about to cum.

“It didn’t last too long, but I came twice before Ron did.”

Jeri came just then.

“Then he tried to apologize. I told him to shut up because… I wanted… to suck his cock.. UHHN!” Holly was cumming now, too.

“Did he let you?” asked Jeri, gasping.

“No. But next time he will.”

With this recollection simmering in Holly’s mind, her car sailed into the parking lot of a shiny, impersonal motel/convention center on the outskirts of Milwaukee. She disembarked into the velvety, muted light of a summer day beneath an army of dark clouds, clouds that heralded an impending thunderstorm. And as is usually the case, the clouds were accompanied by an unusually cool breeze that always gave Holly a sensual thrill. The breeze playfully caught the hem of her dress, as if to underscore the point.

She moved purposefully across the lot, and into the less interesting, air-conditioned coolness of the lobby. She spied the conference registration desk and signed in, and as she did so, one of her two anxieties began to dissipate. She had worried about the presentation she was to make at the conference, but now that she was there in her work environment, her training kicked in and she was running on autopilot; she was, in fact, very well prepared for this.

That left one other anxiety. She had been placed into a dilemma by Jeri, into a situation where she would be meeting Kent, and she wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. And she had only a few minutes to decide.

Holly put that few minutes to good use by getting herself a room. She didn’t need to spend the night; she could drive back to Madison. But she was keeping her options open.

Holly was to meet Kent at the registration table at 3:00, just before Holly’s presentation. She ducked into a nearby ladies’ room. A popular piece of advice to public speakers is to deal with stage-fright by imagining the members of one’s audience sitting in their underwear. Holly preferred a different approach, where she addressed them without her own underwear. She liked to get herself just a little aroused before the presentation, because she found it calmed her nerves. So, off came the panties, and into her purse. She allowed her fingers to glide over her pussy for just a few seconds, to prime the pump. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and smiled, and then, letting her emerald-green dress fall into place, went looking for Kent.

She had no clue as to what Kent looked like, but she assumed he would be attractive — knowing Jeri — and that he would not be one of the employees of the firm, most of which she had met at one time or another. So, Holly stood near the registration table, appraising the men there and fantasizing just a little about the ones that met her criteria. She turned around to look toward the entrance, and saw a man giving her boobs that familiar gaze of covert yearning, a gaze she had learned to recognize since high school, because it was always a 100% guarantee that she could get the gazer into bed if she wanted to. The man caught himself in a fraction of a second — so busted! — and pretended to be reading her nametag, which was right there in his line of sight. “Excuse me,” he said, “I’m Kent Wilcox.”

She gave him The Smile, but toned it down a bit, because she was in a tricky situation here. He was hot, no question about it. Six feet tall, fit and trim, short curly hair, green eyes. She could definitely find a use for a guy like him. But she had to tread lightly, because she didn’t want to hurt her friend who was also her boss. She greeting him graciously and found him a seat in the auditorium, just as the conference moderator called her up to make her presentation. Holly walked up to the podium, smiling inwardly as she savored the warm and slippery feeling between her legs. But by the time she turned to face the audience, she was all business.

Her presentation rocked the house. She acknowledged the applause, and then walked briskly back to where Kent was sitting, motioning with her head that she wanted to go outside the auditorium. He followed her into the lobby, and made some polite comments about her speech. He clearly didn’t have much involvement with the subject matter, but he was full of praise for her delivery.

Holly told him that she had been very nervous about the presentation, which was true, up to a point, and said she’d like to get a drink. Kent had no problem with that. They went into the lounge, and Holly selected a table in the back, where the lights on the dim side. Holly ordered a double Bushmills, which might have seemed a bit much for four in the afternoon, but Kent didn’t seem to think so, and had the same. They began to chat about topics of mutual interest, including Jeri, and as Holly began to feel the liquor, her internal debate began. It went something like this:

She had decided that she was very attracted to Kent. Kent was charming and funny. But, he was minding his manners. He didn’t say anything that could be construed as him hitting on her. Nonetheless, not even the perfect gentleman can look at a body like Holly’s without registering his appreciation in subtle, unconscious ways, and Holly was expert at detecting these signals. But what about Jeri? She could have given Holly some sort of clue about how to handle this. It wasn’t necessary to send her husband to this event, and in general, the whole set-up was reminiscent of the game they used to play in college. Holly could easily imagine Jeri at home, naked in an armchair with one leg splayed over an arm, doing all sorts of things to herself as she imagined Kent with Holly.

But, Holly hadn’t had much contact with Jeri in recent years, and there was no guarantee that Jeri wasn’t actually visiting her sick mother, which is what she had told Kent.

So, everything was up in the air. The tension was making Holly thirsty, and horny. She pulled energetically at her drink, and talked up a storm. Kent was looking at her tits, discreetly. Maybe he’d like a better view. Oh so casually, as she was making a point about how to handle personnel disputes, Holly flipped loose a button, and then another, at the top of her dress. Kent should be able to see a lot more now. He had that sort of secretly mesmerized look that she knew so well. Clearly, she could get anything she wanted from this guy. But she had to decide what she wanted.

If he were just another guy, she would probably have given him a blowjob under the table — that’s the sort of mood she was in. She could feel how hard her nipples were against the flimsy brassiere, and by now he could probably see how hard they were. Her pussy was primed and ready down there where the air was caressing it, under her dress, and without thinking twice she sent her left hand down to say hello, while her right hand held her drink in the neighborhood of her mouth. After checking to be sure that her busy left hand was invisible under the tablecloth, Holly called the waitress over and ordered another round of drinks.

At this point, Holly’s pussy was beginning to call the shots. What the hell, she thought, and looking Kent dead in the eyes, she said, “You know, Kent, you’re a very attractive man.” He didn’t respond. He could have looked nervous or disapproving. Holly finished her Bushmills just as the waitress walked up with round two. Holly took the tray from her, and brought her left hand up from beneath the table to take a glass and wave it under Kent’s nose, letting him smell it. Actually, she was letting him smell her fingers, and the expression on his face spoke volumes.

Outside, there was a sudden flash, followed by the hollow rumbling of thunder and a rattling crescendo of rain. Holly paid little heed to it; the sights and sounds of the storm hardly seemed to penetrate the sanctuary of the convention center cocktail lounge, which was as quiet, as impersonal and as deserted as the stacks in a library. The waitress, having brought another round, had retreated to the front of the bar, leaving Holly and Kent alone in the dim recesses with the subliminal whispering of the air conditioner.

To Holly, there seemed to be something enticingly tawdry about sitting in these anonymous surroundings with a married man, married, in fact, to her dear college chum. She had a bit of a buzz from the whiskey, and it had blunted her moral misgivings about what she was likely to do next. She was sitting across the table from Kent, holding his glass of Irish whiskey in front of his nose, so that he could savor the combination of the venerable, roasted aroma of the Bushmills in the glass, along with the sweeter and more pungent scent of the pussy juice on her fingers. Kent’s expression suggested that he was offering up a little prayer of thanks for the bounty he was about to receive. It left no doubt in Holly’s mind that he was hers for the taking.

With an effort to look nonchalant, Kent took the glass from her and drank deeply. Holly picked up her own whiskey with her right hand and followed suit; meanwhile, her left hand returned to her lap, noiseless pushing aside the bunched-up hem of her dress and resuming its slow caress of her pussy. Holly watched Kent’s eyes as they followed her left hand beneath the table; he endeavored, in vain, not to betray his intense interest. Holly thought about his cock. It must be hard.

Holly started talking again, talking about business, talking about nothing, because the real conversation now was all in the eyes, and the mind. Holly suspected that all Kent really cared about at that moment was what her fingers were doing beneath the table. And knowing that made Holly’s mounting pleasure, as she probed herself and lazily plied her clit with her juices, all the more delicious. Holly continued to play the game, where she spoke, quite properly, about managing a branch office, while her left hand petted her pussy, and Kent sat there, most likely trying to visualize it.

She decided to help him out. She casually brushed her napkin, so that it fell beneath the table. “Kent, could you get that for me?” She asked. He stammered something, and crawled beneath the table cloth, as Holly prepared herself for a treat.

Holly loved to masturbate. She spent quality time with herself almost every day. But she liked it even better with an audience. She had discovered that men were very aroused by watching her do it, and that seemed to amplify her own considerable pleasure. So, there she sat, a potent drink in her hand, and an opportunity to indulge herself, in a public place, with a man under the table, entranced by the sight of her fingers wandering in and out and around her clit.

Slowly, deliberately, she spread her thighs, so that the green dress rode up further and Kent’s view was unobstructed. Kent wasn’t moving a muscle, so Holly opened her thighs further and surrendered to the sensations caused by her busy fingers. She knew Kent was following her every motion. With only a hint of mocking, and also a bit of tremor in her voice, she asked, “Have you found that napkin, Kent?” There was no answer. “Take your time,” she said. She was abundantly wet. If she had wanted to, she could cum. But she took another long drink and slowed her fingers, just a little.

In a minute or so, Kent emerged from under the table, looked intently into Holly’s eyes, and said, “I can’t seem to find the napkin.”

Serenely and with supreme confidence, Holly replied, “That’s all right. Finish your drink. We’re going to my room.”

“You’re a bad girl, Holly,” she said to herself with a momentary grin, as she walked with Kent through the monotonously modern halls of the convention center/motor lodge. Imperial suites or something like that. She was past the point of no return now, so she permitted herself to wonder again why Jeri would put her in this position, knowing as she did that Holly was not one to resist temptation. This was like a flashback to their college days, except that the man that Holly was taking to bed was not from Jeri’s legion of campus boyfriends; he was her husband.

Holly thought back to their curious ritual, the sharing of the conquests in the dorm room. She thought about their celebration after she seduced Richard. They fired up a big bong and got good and zonked.

“I can’t believe that you did Richard,” Jeri had said, giggling madly. “That’s so awesome. He was always so angry when you flirted with him.”

“He likes to think that he’s in control. Nobody told him that resistance is futile.” At that, they both burst into gales of giddy reefer-laughter.

Jeri took another substantial hit, and took off her sweater. “Tell me what you did.”

“Well, I was in my robe, and the candles were lit, and he knew you weren’t coming for an hour or more. So he just sat there and glowered at me. I ignored him. But I had my plan.”

“Do tell,” said Jeri, wriggling out of her skirt. Holly, who had the robe on again, undid the sash and stepped out of it, naked. She lay down on her bed and resumed her narrative.

“I acted like I was reading something. Then I put it away, and yawned like I was bored, and let my robe fall open.”

Jeri began giggling again, and took off her bra, then reclined on her bed.

“I looked up at him like I had forgotten he was there. His eyes were bugging out of his head, looking at my tits.” Holly looked over at Jeri, who was touching her mound through moist panties. The wetness had made them translucent.

Jeri asked, a bit breathlessly, “What did his face look like?”

“He didn’t look grumpy anymore. He looked very serious. So I started playing with my nipples… then I lifted one up and sucked it, like this.” Holly showed Jeri what she meant.

Jeri, who was not quite as well endowed as her friend, had always been curious about such a possibility. “How does that feel?” she more or less croaked. As she spoke, Jeri was pulling her panties up, putting pressure on her pussy lips and causing them to bulge on either side of the wet fabric.

Holly paused and replied, “Oh! It feels great! But the best part is that the boys get all hot and bothered when they see me do it.”

“Was Richard hot and bothered?”

“Damn straight. And he started staring at my pussy, so I scooted forward a bit and spread my legs so he could see it all just fine. Then I put two fingers in, and moved them in and out real slow, and with my other hand I started playing with my clit. And I smiled at him so he knew I liked him to watch.” As Holly spoke, her fingers began to carry out the actions she described.

Jeri braced her feet on the bed, lifted her ass and stripped off her panties. She splayed her legs apart and began to masturbate in earnest. “Keep going,” she whispered.

“Richard got a kind of desperate look on his face, and he really couldn’t stop watching me. I kept smiling at him, and I was really wet. I had three fingers inside. I thought he might watch me cum, and that got me really excited, but I didn’t have time, because he started crawling across the floor to me.”

“He crawled?” Jeri’s hips were rising and falling rhythmically as she worked her pussy.

“He crawled, and he started licking my fingers.”

Jeri moaned.

“I let him lick, and I just kept touching myself. I think he knew I was going to cum, and he started making these little hungry sounds and licking my fingers more franticly. So I let him eat me. I took his ears in my hands and brought his mouth to my cunt.” Jeri cried out at this point and shuddered as she came.

“…and I started cumming in his mouth,” Holly gasped, cumming too, “…a couple… of times… and then… I pushed him down to the floor… and I straddled his face…” Jeri was cumming again, thrashing around on her bed. “…and I just let him eat me. He was so hungry for it.”

“Yessss,” Jeri gasped.

“And I came three more times. Ah!” Holly cried, cumming again. “And… he still had all… his clothes on…”

At this point, Holly came back to the present, aware of the juice spilling down her thighs as she walked along the hall with Kent. Holly kept her composure, despite the liquor and the sinful circumstances. She was a model of propriety as she walked, although there were no prying eyes about her; the conference attendees were all still in the auditorium, and the motel complex was otherwise empty. They were ascending the stairs to second floor now, where Holly’s room was. She and Kent walked without speaking, both outwardly dignified, both inwardly seething with lust. Holly reached into her purse, got the room keep, swiped it, and opened the door.

A festive array of little lights danced across the plate on the hotel room door, in recognition of the key card. Then Holly twisted the handle, and she and Kent were admitted silently into the room.

The room was perfect — clean, modern, and totally anonymous. A fantasy land for an adulterous liaison. Outside, the thunderstorm was in progress, casting a softened light into the room as the rain beat upon the windows. No need to close the curtains, Holly thought to herself.

As Kent closed the door behind them, Holly turned to face him. She had been thinking about how she wanted to do this, as she and Kent had walked through the corridors to her room. No embrace. Not yet. Build up the tension. She stared into his eyes from a few yards away, smiled, and pushed down the top of her dress, watching him react to the sight of her large and delectable breasts. She hefted them in her hands, letting him see how substantial they were, watching him swallow. Her fingers glided to her dark nipples, pinching, coaxing them to greater stiffness. She sighed in pleasure, letting him hear it.

He’ll do whatever I want. “Show me your cock, Kent,” she said, letting her voice rasp with arousal.

Kent obeyed. He dropped his pants to the floor and pulled down his briefs. His cock strained upward toward the ceiling, twitching slightly with each heartbeat.

It looks so good. I can’t wait to suck it. Wait, yes I can. It will be even better if I wait. “Touch yourself for me, Kent.”

Kent could see where this was going. She wanted him to put on a show for her, too. All right, I’ll give you a good look at what you’re going to get. Kent seized the base of his cock in one fist, turning slightly so that she could see how much of it protruded from his hand. Then he began to stroke it.

This is perfect, thought Holly. She stared in fascination as Kent stroked himself, and unconsciously, her fingers intensified their twisting of her nipples. She saw Kent’s eyes lock on to those nipples. You like it? She felt the pussy juice dribble down her thighs. Maybe he would like that, too.

Now that her tits were free, there wasn’t much to keep her dress from falling to the ground. So she gave a little shake of her hips, and down it went. Carefully she stepped out of it, making sure not to catch her heels, and watched his face.

Holly was stunning. She was in good shape, but not skinny. Her breasts and hips were ample. She had let her pubic hair grow wild, and it traveled slightly down her thighs, framing her plump, rosy cunt. She had on high heels, a simple silver necklace and a matching anklet, tastefully slutty. Kent’s mouth fell open, and Holly took note of this. But her eyes were drawn once again to his hand as it moved up and down the length of his cock.

Holly squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the slippery feeling, and clenched her cunt muscles. She couldn’t keep them waiting any longer. In went two fingers. She groaned in pleasure as they stretched her just a little, and allowed her thumb to travel in the neighborhood of her clit. Holly was fully aroused.

She stepped close to Kent, holding her wet fingers under his nose. I bet you’d like to taste them. Kent groaned out loud, a look like desperation in his eyes. His hand moved faster on his cock. He wanted to fall to his knees and worship her pussy, but he felt compelled to play along, to let her set the pace.

Holly smiled in approval and offered her fingers to his mouth. He sucked them furiously, as she used her other hand to unbutton his shirt. Kent’s hand was picking up steam as it pumped his cock. Maybe he’ll squirt his cum all over me. The options were endless. Kent had to relinquish his grip on his cock for a moment, so that Holly could take off his shirt, and then she needed her other hand to finish the job.

Let’s get you naked, Kent. Holly dropped to her knees and helped Kent out of his pants, his shoes and his socks. And she found her face very, very close to his big, delicious-looking cock. I want to suck it. No, not yet. Holly pushed her breasts against him, rubbing them on his cock and balls. She heard him catch his breath.

Holly seized her breasts with both hands and captured Kent’s cock with them. She felt his cock stiffen and his hips began to move. Yes, fuck them. She said it aloud, her voice musical with arousal: “Yes, fuck them.”

Maybe Kent will spurt on my face, Holly thought. But suddenly she wanted to be on the bed. She rose and led Kent over to it. She pushed him down on his back, straddled him, and showed him her tits one more time, twisting her big, taut nipples. Then she leaned down and kissed him for the first time, reminding him how hot she was, opening her mouth wide and letting her tongue entwine with his. Then she reached back and seized his cock.

Holly felt Kent’s body go tense. Is he going to cum? I want him to cum. They both groaned. Then Holly leaned forward and spoke into his ear, her voice low and husky and overcome with arousal: “Let’s make each other cum.”

Holly swung around and let her pussy hover about Kent’s face, as she contemplated his cock, and how much she wanted to suck it. Kent’s pulse raced as he studied the dark, rose-colored folds of Holly’s cunt, inhaled her fragrance, saw the juice welling inside her. Then he seized her ass and pulled her close, opening his mouth as wide as he could, exploring her velvety textures with his tongue, forgetting for an instant that she was about to suck his cock.

Then a wave of pleasure hit him as Holly began to devour his tool. In one motion, not too fast, not too slow, she took him all the way in. She smelled the yeasty aroma of his balls as she loved the way she had to strain to take all of him in her throat. She ground her cunt against his face, then lifted her hips up a little to tease him, hearing his cries of need until she once again pushed her pussy full against his mouth. Then again, slowly up and down, I’m fucking your mouth, Kent. Then Kent’s hips were in motion, too. Cum in my mouth. I’m thirsty. I want to drink it all. But Holly came first.

Kent was thrilled to the point of delirium as the first wave of Holly’s juices crashed against his face, and immediately he felt the pressure of his impending climax. She wants me to come in her mouth. She wants it. She–

Holly was getting what she wanted so badly, and it triggered what seemed to be a chain reaction of orgasms for her. She heard Kent’s muffled cries of combined satisfaction, and renewed excitement, as Holly’s climax after climax flooded his mouth and brought him back to a state of full arousal. Holly began again to suck his cock in earnest.

Then Holly had another idea. “Sit up,” she commanded. She straddled his lap, but kept her pussy just out of reach of his cock, as she offered her breasts to him. She saw his eyes widen again at the sight of them. She gave her nipples to his mouth, first one, then the other, and trembled at the sensations as he sucked them. His eyes were closed as he reveled in the taste and texture of her big, rough nipple. Then she gasped to him, “Look!” as she took the other nipple into her own mouth. Let’s both suck on my tits. I’m putting on a show for you, Kent.

Holly was more aroused than she could have imagined. Oh yes. Oh yes. I’m going to have you inside me. With a great effort, as she thrilled to the sensations in her nipples, she maneuvered her hips downward to meet Kent’s cock, and it slid slowly, hugely inside her.

Holly wrapped her legs around Kent and pulled him close, feeling his cock go all the way, all the way inside her. They fucked slowly and powerfully, until Holly moaned, “Suck my nipple some more,” pushing it into Kent’s mouth, and her orgasms began again. Feeling her juices well up, she pushed Kent to his back, straddling his face, letting him drink her. The feel, the taste, the smell of her caused him to cry out in renewed excitement, even though she was practically smothering him. She knew what it meant. She turned abruptly around, and, continuing to grind her cunt against Kent’s mouth, took his cock into her mouth to swallow spurt after spurt of his orgasm.

A few seconds went by, as they both basked in the joy of complete satisfaction. Then, there came a knock at the door.

The knock on the door seemed unnaturally loud, interrupting, as it did, such a pleasant afterglow. Kent and Holly both took a split second to react; then Kent, nimbly and noiselessly, was scampering into the bathroom with most of his clothes in his hands. Holly, simulating drowsiness, called out, “Just a minute,” while quickly rummaging through her luggage for her robe. Finding it, she put it on and made for the door. She opened it slightly.

Outside was Jeri, smiling brightly. “Hey, let’s celebrate!” she said. “It was a false alarm about my mom. She’s fine. My girl Shirley at the front desk told me your room number.” Jeri gave Holly a quick hug and bustled into the room, pulling a travel suitcase on wheels behind her. She smelled of lilacs.

“I was just lying down,” said Holly. Technically, that was the truth. As she spoke the words, it dawned on Holly that the room was awash with the heady fragrances of sex.

Holly was full of conflicting emotions; she was happy to see her old friend, she was guilty about having just bedded her husband, she was still aroused. She noted with a bit of embarrassment that Jeri’s dress was wet from the rain outside, and it was possible to see through the thin fabric that her nipples were erect, probably from the brisk wind of the storm.

Jeri was dressed to the nines. She wore a fashionable, somewhat daringly short dress, made of a slinky material made slinkier by the rain. It was quite a contrast to her usual conservative business suits. It was very flattering; she still had a model’s body, tall and slender, not as full breasted as Holly’s but very womanly nonetheless. Her light brown, curly hair was cut short in a manner reminiscent of a flapper from the 1920s. Jeri seemed a bit giddy, chattering as she put her suitcase up on the bed and began to open it.

“They were all talking about your speech downstairs. It sounds like a resounding success! I hope you’re in the mood to celebrate. I know I am. Look what I brought!”

Near the surface of the opened suitcase was some sort of large plastic container full of ice, which Jeri was now opening to reveal two bottles of champagne.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Kent was weighing his options. He decided that further delay would only make him look more guilty. He was fully dressed now. He cleared his voice loudly and called out, “Jeri, is that you?”

“Hi, Honey!” she responded brightly. “Wait ’til you see what I brought! It’s party time!”

Kent emerged from the bathroom, examining the champagne. Jeri crossed the room and gave him a big, slow kiss on the mouth. That was not like her — she avoided public displays of affection. Not that this situation was really public. Kent wasn’t sure how one ought to describe it. He was feeling more guilty than Holly was, dreading Jeri’s inevitable realization that he had been cheating. Jeri, however, showed no sign that she had figured it out. Kent’s mind was geared up to provide a plausible explanation. He was barefoot. He yearned for the imagined security of shoes and socks.

“Holly wasn’t feeling well after her speech,” he said.

“She gets stage fright, don’t you, Holly?” said Jeri. “But you’ll be fine. Especially after a few glasses of this.” Jeri was expertly removing the little cage from the champagne cork. Pop! And now she was pouring it into three plastic glasses. Kent seated himself on the bed, on the other side of the suitcase from Jeri. Holly pulled up one of the armchairs.

Distributing the glasses, she addressed herself to Kent. “Mom only had the twenty-four hour bug, Honey. It was a false alarm.” That explains it, thought Kent. Drat! He should have seemed more curious about her early return from Green Bay, but guilt had stopped him from asking about it. Kent was a bit dizzy — had she figured it out, or not? And what was with that kiss — it seemed to have a bit of extra pizzazz. He was grateful that Jeri seemed so upbeat, and he was grateful for the champagne — he needed to relax, try to think this through. He took a hasty drink.

Holly’s head was also awhirl. What was Jeri up to? She remembered drinking champagne with Jeri back in the dorm room, some years ago. That was when Jeri had “borrowed” Holly’s flame at the time, a Hungarian student named Laszlo. She had sex with him outdoors, in a dark area under the trees near the Rathskeller. She was so proud of herself that she offered a toast, and before long they were both naked on their respective beds, giggling and sharing the details of Jeri’s conquest, until they were no longer giggling but gasping and moaning as they fingered themselves and talked each other to climax. Holly sighed to herself and adjusted her legs a bit, thinking back on that night, until her reverie was interrupted by Jeri, who was talking once again:

“I’m so glad that the two of you had a chance to get acquainted.” Kent swallowed. Jeri kept talking. “I’ve always thought that you would hit it off. Isn’t this champagne scrumptious?”

“Yes, it sure is,” said Holly, drinking rather rapidly. “Here, could you fill this up again?”

Jeri merrily filled Holly’s glass, and then her own. “Holly, isn’t that your robe that you wore in college?”

“Yep,” replied Holly, taking another swallow. “It never seems to wear out, and just gets more comfortable.”

“Remember the story you told me about Richard?”

Holly almost choked on her champagne. “Yes,” she said guardedly. Where was this headed?

“You were wearing that robe, right?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Kent, I don’t think I’ve ever told you about the project that Holly and I had when we were dorm-mates. You don’t mind if I tell, do you, Holly?”

Holly didn’t think she was in much of a position to argue. She smiled wanly, shrugged her shoulders, and took a generous sip from her champagne glass.

“Holly and I used to party together, and I guess we were a little boy-crazy. Hey, look what else I brought!” Jeri fished around in her suitcase, and pulled out a bong that Holly recognized from their campus days. Holly’s blood stirred a little, as if by reflex. The bong always was a prelude to sex talk. Jeri produced a baggie full of reefer.

Kent’s eyes were saucers now. When he was first dating Jeri, she had already made the transition to successful businesswoman. The idea of her smoking weed was a novelty to him. He had tried it himself in college — didn’t everyone? — but never with Jeri.

“Have you ever done this, Honey?” Jeri asked him. He nodded. He was not in a position to argue, either. Jeri was busily loading up the bong. She took a hit, and passed it to Kent with a look of expectation. He followed suit.

Holly was trying to fathom all of this, but intoxication was quickly overriding her anxieties about the situation. And she was becoming aware that she was once again seriously aroused. She adjusted her legs again. It was her turn to use the bong.

Jeri was talking again. “Holly and I used to, um, play the field, I guess you would say, and we used to compare notes a lot. And it sort of developed that we started to share our boyfriends, you know, in the sack.” She smiled brightly at Kent, who was starting to feel the effects of the drinking and smoking. Jeri looks hot, he thought. What did she say? They shared their boyfriends? Jeri giggled.

Holly thought she should say something, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Marijuana made her horny. Her body had already been thoroughly revved up before Jeri arrived and began plying her with liquor and smoke. She wondered if Kent was uncomfortable with this. He looked a bit spaced out.

“Does that shock you, Honey?” Jeri was asking.

“People do all sorts of things in college,” Kent replied, in a manner he hoped sounded worldly. He was high, and unaccustomed to it. He was still anxious about how Jeri would react to his cheating, but he was strangely intrigued by what she was telling him, and he hoped that if she kept talking, the danger would go away, and plus, it was sort of hot, that stuff about sharing the boyfriends. Very hot, actually. Was that a problem?

“I don’t mean that we were both in the sack with the boyfriend…” — Jeri interrupted herself with a burst of giggles– “…I meant that we would seduce each other’s boyfriends, and then talk about it. We were really into it. The boyfriends didn’t know that we had an agreement…” Jeri paused to take another hit from the bong, and passed it to Kent. He accepted it in a daze, totally focused now on Jeri’s narrative, which was showing him a side of his wife that he had not previously encountered. “…But we found it exciting to talk about it. We used to.. you know…” Jeri stopped at this point, a bit embarrassed. Then she realized that leaving the sentence incomplete left it open to the wrong interpretation. “We used to play with ourselves when we talked about it.” She seemed a bit relieved to have gotten it off her chest. She took another generous sip from her champagne — the reefer was making her throat dry.

“We had an agreement,” echoed Holly, and it was her turn to use the bong. She felt inarticulate, and she realized that it was because she was horny. The weed always did that to her. Omigod, she thought to herself.

“I always wanted to tell Holly,” said Jeri sweetly and languidly to Kent, “that you were better than any of the boys in college.” Then, as if seized by a sudden resolve, she said, “Isn’t Holly gorgeous?”

“Yes,” replied Kent, trying not to seem too emphatic.

“Can I tell him what you did to Richard?” Jeri asked Holly. Holly nodded, looking a bit like she hadn’t understood the question. She finished off her second glass of champagne. So did Jeri.

“I had a boyfriend named Richard, and he didn’t like Holly flirting with him. He wanted to be in control. So Holly blew his mind. They were in the room together, and she just let her robe fall open…” Jeri’s voice suddenly assumed a commanding tone. “Show him, Holly.”

Holly felt a moment of confusion. She had given up trying to weigh the issues, whether she was in trouble with Jeri for banging her husband, whether Jeri wanted her to do it, it was all too difficult to sort out. She was high and drunk and horny. This was like the old days. She was on autopilot, and besides that, she had just had a great roll in the hay, and she wasn’t ready to quit, not by a long shot. She scooted her chair back a little. “You want me to show Kent?” she asked.

“Yes, do it, Holly. Just like you told me.”

Kent’s mouth fell open, around the same time as Holly’s robe. She sat up a little in her chair, letting them see her tits in all their glory.

Holly looked at Jeri, who nodded in encouragement and then smiled, casting her eyes downward toward her lap. She was lifting the hem of her skimpy dress to reveal her sheer panties, now soaked to the point of complete transparency. A thought flitted through Holly’s mind, that’s not from the rainstorm.

Kent was afraid to look at Jeri, so he looked at Holly. Immediately his throbbing erection was striving again against his trousers. He felt overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac effect of the weed. Must be genetic engineering or something. It never seemed this strong back in college.

Holly, while exchanging glances with Jeri, had unconsciously begun to pinch her nipples, and she was squirming her hips in her chair, causing the robe to open further and reveal more. Kent sat as if paralyzed as Holly swung her thighs apart, revealing her swollen and parted pussy lips, and one of her hands traveled down to explore that territory.

Jeri was speaking now: “Yes, Holly, touch yourself there. Is it nice? Yes? Now suck your nipple.” Obediently, Holly lifted one breast to her mouth and began to suck, without interrupting the activity of her lower hand.

Jeri spoke again: “Do you like it, Kent?”

Kent felt as if he had been turned to stone, especially one part of him. He couldn’t ignore Jeri. That wouldn’t be right. He managed to croak the word “yes.”

“I like it too.” Jeri had pulled aside her wet panties with one hand and had begun to delve into her pussy with the other. Holly, meanwhile, had slung one leg over the arm of her armchair, and her glistening, swollen pussy was fully on display. She rolled her eyes as she coaxed herself to greater and greater arousal.

In a low voice, almost a whisper, Jeri said, “Kent. I want you to get on the floor. On your hands and knees.” Kent, his head buzzing with an incomprehensible mixture of guilt-ridden anxiety and lust, obeyed. His limbs felt huge and awkward, and he was strangely aware of the texture of the carpet against his hands. “Now go and lick her hand.”

Kent went slowly across the five or so feet of carpet between himself and Holly. It seemed to take a long time, and the motion of traveling on his hands and knees was very novel. It amused him. But then he arrived. His face was inches from Holly’s pussy, just as it had been an hour ago. But now her pussy seemed even more magnificent, even more irresistible. His cock seemed to be banging against his trousers with every heartbeat. He extended his tongue and licked Holly’s knuckles, since most of her fingers were deep inside. She said, “OH!” It was the sound of a woman who had completely surrendered to sexual excitement. He licked again, and heard Holly say, in a tiny little voice, “I’m cumming…” And then there was juice everywhere. Kent was surprised for an instant, and then he began franticly licking, trying to capture every drop. Holly withdrew her hand and seized Kent by the ears, bringing his mouth to her cunt, helping him. They heard Jeri let out a wail as she climaxed, too.

“Take off your clothes, Kent,” said Jeri. He rose, and rather carefully removed his shirt, trousers and briefs. He turned and looked meekly at Jeri, his erection bobbing in the air.

“Sit on the bed.” He obeyed. “Holly, sit next to him.” Holly removed the suitcase from the bed, let her robe drop to the floor, and sat next to Kent, while Jeri assumed Holly’s former place on the chair. Jeri was naked now. They all were. They looked at one another with great interest, intoxicated by weed, champagne and lust.

“Touch Kent’s cock, Holly.” Holly complied, seizing him gently but decisively, marveling at the warmth and the thickness of him. “Now stroke him.” Kent groaned as Holly began to slowly pump his cock. He watched his wife as her hands roamed restlessly over her own nipples and clit. She beamed at him. It was reassuring. He allowed his hips to move in rhythm with Holly’s ministrations. Jeri was moaning now.

“Lie on your back, Kent.” There was a new sort of urgency in Jeri’s voice. “Holly, I want you to get on him, put his cock in your pussy. But face me. I want to see you. Will you do that, Sweetie?” “Yes, I will,” replied Holly.

Kent was lying on the bed, with his ankles and feet hovering over the edge. Holly had to crouch forward a bit to mount him, but then she rose as much as she could. Jeri watched Holly’s breasts bounce as she lowered herself on to Kent’s cock. Holly was moving slowly, in part because the position was a little precarious, but mostly because the sensation was so exquisite.

Jeri was writhing now, her buttocks clenching and unclenching as she worked her pussy with both hands. She locked her eyes on Holly’s as Holly slowly rode up and down her husbands cock. Jeri could see Holly’s big, dark, hard nipples, and best of all, she could see Holly’s distended clit. Jeri was shaking now, and wailing again.

“Jeri.” This was Kent talking now, in hushed tones, then a little louder. “Jeri.”

“Yes, Honey?” she gasped.

“Touch Holly.”

“Touch Holly?”

“Yes.” His breathing was ragged. “I’m going to cum. Touch Holly’s pussy.”

Jeri approached them hesitantly. This wasn’t on her agenda. Holly slowed to a stop. Jeri sat on the bed next to them, and reached tentatively down to where here husband’s cock was buried in Holly. She began to cautiously explore the area around Holly’s clit. “Yes,” said Holly. Holly didn’t move her hips, but her cunt muscles were rhythmically tightening around Kent’s cock. “Yes,” Holly said again.

Feeling bolder, Jeri moved her fingers into direct contact with Holly’s clit, touching it the way she touched herself when she was ready to cum. Kent and Holly were both making sounds now, sounds that heralded an orgasm that was approaching slowly but inevitably. Kent was the first to cry out, a cry of total release from all the different tensions he had experienced in the hour gone by, and as he arched his back, thrusting his cock as far into Holly as it would go, she cried out as well, while Jeri, fascinated, massaged Holly’s clit. Outside, the thunderstorm roared with new energy.

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