Chapter 3
Holly was restless; she had tried doing some paperwork but had not been able to concentrate. Finally, she had just decided to leave and go home. Only first she had to check the pool area to be sure it was secure against any trespassers during the night.
The vague trepidation she'd felt even before her shocking encounter with the two young men and the half-undressed girl in the bushes had found its focus in the lewd encounter. And now Warren knew that she'd watched more of the episode than was necessary; and Steve knew it too. She'd seen that much from the look in the young man's eyes, both outside Friesen's office that after-. noon and later, when she'd seen him in the locker room. Now it seemed Warren too had been aware of the same thing.
Holly stopped for a moment and stared at the huge swimming pool, reflecting the half circle of the moon. There was a deck chair perched on the edge and she walked over to sit down on it. Suddenly she decided that she wanted to swim-no, she needed to swim, needed the cool water flowing around her body, erasing the confusion she had been feeling ever since this morning; she wanted to put things back in perspective.
Looking around her carefully, she made sure no one was around, and she quickly took off her clothes until she was standing naked in the silver moonlight. As she stood poised on the edge of the pool, ready to dive in, her glance dropped briefly to her naked body which looked milky and soft in the moonlight, then to the fully rounded swells of her tits trembling softly in the night air.
Abruptly, Holly shifted her gaze, feeling embarrassed even in her privacy and solitude at the way she'd been looking at her own body. She'd been so on edge today that the shocking incident she'd witnessed and the humiliating episode that had followed outside Friesen's office had completely unnerved her, and she didn't like the way the whole incident made her pussy itch for cock. She felt a need, distant and gnawing, still vague, yet nonetheless profound. She had been so wild about fucking ever since her early teens. After Robbie had fucked her so thoroughly that night on the beach, it seemed as though she couldn't get enough of it, her pussy positively ached for cock and more cock.. At first it had not mattered who she let screw her, she had been a real nympho, but then she had realized that there should be more to sex, a more personal commitment to one's partner. Hell, she had even found that when she liked the guy she got a bigger cum when he fucked her. After that, she had slowed down, been a little more selective about her partners in bed, and though she found it difficult to go without the cock she had been used to and had so enjoyed, it was worth it. Why, it was almost as if the longer she held out against her raging need, the better getting screwed was. This time, however, she hadn't been fucked since before the previous Christmas, and she could feel her cunt throbbing emptily.
But there hadn't been a lack of opportunity. Even Warren Friesen, whom Holly did not find unattractive, had made several offers to accompany her out on the town or to help her clean up the pool at the end of the day. She had no doubt in her mind what he would have expected that to lead to, and once or twice she might even have been tempted. But she'd steadfastly refused, simply because the emotional attraction didn't exist between them.
Holly sighed deeply; she raised her arms and dove neatly into the water. She glided half the length of the pool, feeling the water caress her naked flesh sensuously before surfacing, and again her gaze descended down the length of her voluptuously contoured body, moving past the swollen mounds of her floating tits and her slender, girlish waist to the provocative valley between her relaxed thighs.
Holly sucked her breath in softly, her eyes narrowing. It seemed that only now was she hit by the full impact of the shocking but undeniably arousing incident she'd witnessed earlier. She'd hardly been aware, until that episode had brought it into focus, of her all too urgent need for a man's prick. During the past several weeks, she now realized, the need had manifested itself in other ways, in loss of appetite, irritability, and so forth. Now every inch of her flesh tingled with the wanton desire that had been unleashed in her. In lewd montage with the lust-inciting vision that hovered still in her mind's eye came little teasing wisps of recollection of the touches and caresses of men she'd been with in the past, like the water that was caressing her naked body. Now that all seemed so long ago, and her lust and need took on a nostalgic quality, yet seemed for that all the more poignant and demanding.
It was almost unconsciously that Holly yielded to the temptation to trail her hand down to the hugely floating mounds of her tits. She felt her nipples swell in the water with the contact of her hand, and she sighed again, swaying her hips sensuously in the water, feeling them wiggle. Her breath came in slow hoarse gusts as she began to gently knead and massage her tits. Then, still without really thinking about it or admitting what she was doing, Holly's hand moved lower down toward the smooth golden flesh of her belly.
Another deep sigh escaped her lips as she slowly trailed her hand down the sensitive skin of her belly to the softly curling strands of her pussy. Holly's body stiffened at the first stunning contact of her middle finger ov-r the warmly twitching little bud of her clit, and for a brief moment she held her finger motionless there upon the little bud as an unwelcome tremor of longing coursed slowly outward from her loins, saturating her sensitive, lust-tortured flesh with its warmth. Again she recalled the compelling sight of Denise Layton's desire-contorted face as they pulled the shirt up to completely expose her naked tits. Now she knew clearly why the incident had disturbed her. She'd so identified with the young girl, had in her own secret lust felt a bond between them; and then, as now, the desire she'd seen in that teenage girl's face seemed to mirror her own deepest and most profound inner feelings. And to Warren Friesen and to the two young men outside in his office, her reaction must have seemed like that of an hysterical woman, hysterical with her own secret need.
Slowly Holly's hand began to move, the motion still virtually unconscious, the warning signs surging through her flesh unheeded. Her fingers flicked faster and faster over the urgently pulsing little clit bud, sending small waves of water upward to sway her tits sensuously. She moaned softly at the titillating shocks of delight that shot out from her loins with the teasing contact of her finger on the ripe little bud, her asscheeks undulating sensuously with the movement, and her darkly curling pussyhairs floated like some obscene type of seaweed. Tenderly her fingers parted the hair-fringed lips of her cunt and spread the smoothly flowing cunt-juices up and down the lust-tortured slit, mingling them with the soothing, caressing waters of the pool, causing a strained whimper to issue from her throat.
Holly continued the obscene self-caress unthinkingly for a moment longer, feeling her growing desire flutter in her belly as she further intensified the lewd stroking of her pulsating clit. Then with a sigh of shame 'and frustration, she stilled her hand again, feeling her body stiffen as she realized that she was about to fingerfuck herself.
Ever since she was a teenage girl not much older than the sexy young blonde who today had helped unleash Holly's wild passion, Holly had felt a torturing guilt whenever she was on the verge of resorting to fingering herself to obtain her release, a guilt instilled by her mother who had once caught her thrashing in the bathtub with her self-induced lust. Even now, in her privacy in the deserted swimming pool, she felt as embarrassed and ashamed as she had then, and though her mind always screamed that what she was doing was warped and perverted, she had always ignored it because her body was so hungry all of the time. And this time was no different. The need had been building secretly in her body for so long, and now that it had emerged, her lust was like a hot ball of fire in her cunt, and she had to have some kind of relief, no matter how degrading her subconscious felt it was.
For a moment longer, Holly waged her hopeless battle with temptation. Then with a soft whimper of submission she arched her smoothly rounded asscheeks forward against the water as if offering the voluptuous nakedness of her burning loins to Poseidon, the God of the Waters, and plunged her hand between her hotly throbbing thighs. A shiver passed through her as her finger came back into contact with the lewdly pulsing little tit of her clit, moving downward again to slip her fingers up and down along her pussy-slit. Her fingers worked the hair-lined lips wider apart and began to probe teasingly up into the softly clasping inner flesh, sending further obscene shocks of pleasure and need to dart out over her lustfully quivering body.
Her mind almost blotted out the guilt that had welled parallel to her rising lust as Holly wormed her middle finger slowly up into the resisting tightness of her desire-heated cunt. She knew there was no way to stop herself now. She would never be able to have any peace if she didn't do something to quell her mind-consuming lust. Moaning distantly she burrowed her middle finger deeper, her thumb rubbing swiftly at the hotly throbbing tip of her clit as her hips swayed even more against the water, and she sank her finger to the flat of her palm into her softly parting cunt flesh. Then with an even more insane whimper she surrendered completely to her obscene longing and began a lewdly writhing undulating of her body in the pool, fingerfucking with smooth even strokes in and out the tightly caressing lips of her pussy.
A stream of desperate moans and pleadings issued from Holly's throat as she began to fingerfuck herself in earnest. Her eyes and teeth clenched and she thrashed her body savagely from the obscene lust of passion that consumed her. Grunts of salacious pleasure spewed from her lips, and her fingers fucked swiftly in and out of her tightly clasping pussy lips, her thumb working with maddening effect on the pulsing bud of her clit.
Her face flushed as the love-starved swimmer strained for the still distant cum, groaning in lustful frustration and worming her finger even more rapidly in and out of the quivering warmth of her cunt. She tossed her head from side to side, whipping her long dark hair wetly back and forth across her back as she intensified her maddening fingerfucking rhythm. Then she lowered her head, gazing down between the wetly trembling mounds of her naked tits under the water to the perverse sight of her own hand moving eagerly up and down between her wildly scissoring thighs.
Again she recalled the expression on the young Denise Layton's face as Mark Slade had begun to push his hand up her sensitive inner thighs below her Levi shorts. Her sense of identification now emerged even more clearly in the focus of her own heightened lust, and in spite of the thrills coursing wantonly through her naked loins and flesh, Holly could not quell the sob that rose in her throat at the shattering realization that above and beyond everything else she'd felt at that obscene encounter in the bushes, she had been envious of the young girl whose defenseless flesh was being so lewdly fondled by the two eager young men.
Now Holly's body was thrashing savagely in the water, her loins jerking wildly as the probing strokes of her fingers worked deeper and deeper into the quivering flesh of her cunt, creating tiny waves all around her. The lips of her pussy flowered open wider to accept two fingers, and then three, up into her hungrily devouring cunt; the continued frenzied stroking of her thumb over the little twitching bud of her clit almost driving her out of her mind with the obscene passion now pouring through every fiber of her flesh.
Then suddenly her whole body tensed and shuddered, and a series of obscene grunts and moans and whimpers spewed from her lips as she moved her finger in a staccato rhythm in and out of her burning loins. Her body fell backwards in a frantic whiplash motion, her legs opening and closing in desperation on the finger that still jerked in and out of the wantonly sucking lips of her pussy.
Already Holly could feel the rising tide beginning deep up in her heaving belly. Spontaneous contortions racked her naked flesh as she hungered and fought for the release she now knew was imminent. Another spasm of obscene delight shook her, obliterating the last of her inhibitions with the salacious promise building in her pussy.
As reality began to fade, Holly immersed herself totally in the delirium of her self-inflicted passion. Standing upright again in the water, she drew her fingers almost completely out of her trembling cuntlips, stroking in an even more rapid motion over her lust-swollen clit to send new, more wanton thrills to swell out from the pulsating flesh of her loins through every inch of her gyrating body. She worked her finger frenziedly back and forth over the quivering cunt bud, sobbing and moaning in urgent supplication as the release she so urgently needed continued to elude her. Then giving out with an even louder moan, she thrust her three fingers savagely back into the trembling little pussyhole.
Holly's tits heaved with the insane tossings of her lust-racked torso as she lunged, jerking with the wild little spasms of sexual delight flowing spontaneously out through her loins.
And at last it began, a distant trembling far up inside her quivering pussy flesh that surfaced swiftly in a blinding volcano of elation, bursting forth in a breathtaking wave of sensation that soared through every inch of her nakedly thrashing body. The lips of her cunt clutched and sucked at her lewdly fucking finger. Her breath rasped in short gasps, and she cried out in delirium, wallowing in her obscene bliss as the lightning-like sensations jolted relentlessly through her.
The whole pool was alive with the splashing of her imminent cum.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh ... ooooohhhh...!" she cried as she continued the rapid workings of her thumb over the still hotly pulsating nipple of her clit until she'd extracted every bit of the obscene pleasure that her body had to offer. Then at last she sank under the water and let the gentle currents float her to the surface again, where she stayed. The little spasms continued to course through her loins for several moments as she panted and gasped to catch her breath.
Then as her delirium faded and reality began to return, Holly almost sobbed with the shame welling up in her tits. With the temporary satiation of her lust, the tormented young swimming teacher could hardly imagine how she'd committed the obscene act of fingerfucking herself in a public place. It was too perverted to even imagine, and she thought she could not have felt more guilty if she had gone out and slept with ten complete strangers at the same time to obtain her sexual relief. And she knew also from her experiences as a young girl that the relief would be short-lived. Fingerfucking could never replace a cock for a mature woman like herself. It was like a drug, habit forming, and she knew she had to find some other recourse. If she let herself do this again, the temptation would only increase the next time. It might even become a regular thing for her, and a substitute for what she knew, intellectually, she really needed and wanted. It was time to find another person she would like well enough to fuck. Maybe this once, even, she would break her rule and let the first guy who asked fuck her!