Chapter 6
Holly Granger needs a big thick prick fucked up her cunt, Warren Friesen thought as he sat on the edge of the pool, his legs dangling over the side into the water. The Bay City Recreational Center supervisor took a deep breath and expelled it slowly, feeling the coolness of the night air. For two days now, the same thought had been running over and over through his mind, like a broken record.
It had begun at first as a game, a pleasant mental exercise with which to while the time, but the conclusion he reached, inevitably, at the end of the repetitive process, was always the same. It was a conclusion which Warren, by his own doing, was hammering into his own mind. Holly Granger needed a good cock, and with that repeating conclusion, the process had ceased to be a game. He looked out over the pool, reflecting the stars and the moon. He supposed the idea must first have come to him the instant Holly had appeared outside his office that day with her wild story about Mike Slade and Steve Roland feeling up one of the chicks, Denise Layton. The raw hysteria in her eyes, the angry heaving of her voluptuous tits, must have at least registered in his subconscious. The first suspicion he himself had been aware of had arisen during that exchange between her and Steve, after she'd stated that the guys had actually pulled Denise's shirt up off her tits. But that had just been an inkling still, confirmed only after her exit when Steve and Mike had made it clear that the swimming teacher had not actually barged in and interrupted them until some time after Denise Layton had pulled her shirt back down.
From that time until this very instant, Holly Granger hadn't been far from Warren's mind. He'd never been able to figure her out. Ever since she'd come to the center when she'd adamantly refused to be alone with him, he had been puzzled by the shapely brunette. Now the puzzle had taken on an even more confusing aspect. Because there was simply no reason for a woman as attractive as Holly Granger to be suffering from female hysteria.
Warren stared down at the water as it lapped gently around his feet, then stood up. It had taken him a lot of thought, but he'd finally made up his mind. Sticky as the situation might become, he was going to find out what lay behind the mystery surrounding that little cunt, and if Holly Granger was as hot and frustrated as he suspected she was, Warren was going to do his best to help her.
There was no excuse for a lovely little lady like her to have to feel that way ... especially when Warren Friesen was around!
Her cunt was still tingling excitedly. Holly Granger could still taste the sweetness of Keith Edwards' hot young cum on her lips. She slithered down between the sheets of her bed in the small studio apartment she had rented behind the recreational center. "Mmmmmnnnn...." she moaned, feeling the thin material of her nightie graze the nipples of her titties and tease them into tingling rigidity. She sighed deeply, gradually sliding lower in her bed, then she closed her eyes, laying her head back against the pillow, her hoarse breath causing the fully rounded swells of her tits to rise and fall beneath the covers in rhythmic invitation.
She had gone to bed early, hoping to-blot out the present beneath the cover of sleep. For more than anything right now, she needed to forget what had happened that day. Holly had never experienced such guilt in her life when she sucked young Keith Edwards' cock. Not only was it immoral for her to seduce and corrupt one of her innocent young men, but it was a flagrant courting of disaster. If the word of that got around the center, Holly would be ruined. She would be a laughing stock, the butt of cruel jokes by the other men. If Warren Friesen learned of the incident, he would have no choice but to demand her immediate resignation. And certain people, Holly didn't doubt, would demand more than that-and justifiably so.
Absently she reached under the sheets and smoothed her nightie over the nakedly curved softness of her flesh. Fear of being caught, however, was actually secondary in the young brunette's mind. She trusted Keith; they had been good friends since he first began coming to the center and she knew he respected her. For a young man of Keith's age, keeping secret the fact that the swimming teacher had sucked his cock would be difficult. But Holly thought that if anyone could keep that secret, it was Keith. More poignant in her mind now was the fear that the next time temptation presented itself, she would be even less able to resist it. In spite of the shattering cum she'd received today from Keith's exciting fingering of her pussy, even as he was releasing his white-hot load of cum in her mouth, Holly could already feel the need regenerating itself in her body. It was a hunger and gnawing that would not be quenched, and as she thought back to the masochistic bliss of her salacious cum this afternoon in the pool, she could hardly control the little tingles of excitement and longing that coursed relentlessly out over the scantily clad and goose-bumped flesh of her body.
Holly sighed again as her hand moved along her nightie on the sensitively tender skin of her belly, slowly venturing lower to the inviting triangle of silken brown cunthairs nestled between her thighs. Flushing with shame, she remembered the perverted ends to which she had gone last night to satisfy a lust even more profound, less focused, than the urgent need which now consumed her. Then slowly she drew her hand away. She shook her head, just as if there had been someone watching her, to whom she was making a negative reply. She wasn't going to succumb to that warped lust again. She wasn't going to attain her twisted satisfaction through the obscene act of masturbation. If it got bad enough, she'd let a man fuck her pussy before she did that again.
Holly started suddenly, sitting bolt upright in her bed, as she heard the loud, authoritative knock on the apartment door. The first thought that entered her mind was that it was Keith, and in spite of her apprehension she felt a fluttering surge of anticipation course deeply through the tender flesh of her cunt. But just as quickly as the thought came to her mind, she discounted it, a shiver passing through her body as the harsh knock was repeated. For one thing, Keith Edwards wouldn't knock like that. He never did. For another, she was quite sure he wouldn't leave his place and come to her apartment at eleven o'clock at night. It had to be someone else, but who could it possibly be?
Then Holly sighed with relief as she heard the familiar voice of the director call her name from the door.
"Just a minute, Warren," she gasped, climbing quickly out of bed. She saw her robe draped across the foot of the bed, but in a flash decided to leave it where it was, and virtually ran to the door. It was only after she'd opened it and become instantly and uncomfortably aware of the young supervisor's hungry stare, that she wondered why she hadn't put on her robe, or for that matter, why he should be coming to her place this time of night. And during the brief instant of stillness that followed, she had the most curious and distinct feeling that he was wondering exactly the same thing. Then, almost hesitantly, he moved past her into the small neat apartment.
"What do you want, Warren?" she asked nervously, now acutely aware of her state of near undress, clutching her hands tightly together over her barely protected titties.
Warren Friesen turned, grinning down at the luscious brunette. The short nightie Holly wore came less than halfway to her knees, and he could look through its thin material to the voluptuous curves of her body and to the shadow of silken brown cunthairs nestled between her thighs. In her face he recognized the same expression-frenzied, hysterical-that he'd noticed the other day outside his office. Yet, now, there was something else, and a sixth sense told Warren he couldn't have picked a better time to make his appearance. But Christ, he could hardly just throw himself at her without some kind of warm-up. In his excitement, he'd completely forgotten to make up an excuse for his arrival at her place at eleven at night.
"Well...." He shrugged and smiled. "I was out walking along, and I got to thinking about what happened the other day. I believe the matter warrants a little more discussion on our part, Holly."
Holly frowned, pressing her elbows over the fullness of her rigidly nipple-peaked titties to further protect them from Warren's almost openly leering stare. "But ... this hardly seems the time of night to be doing that," she stammered. "And anyway ... I'd just as soon we forget the whole matter."
Warren chuckled softly. "I'll bet you would, Holly."
She gasped. "What do you mean by that?"
Warren looked down at the floor. He knew that, with the approach he was about to use, if he didn't succeed in fucking Holly Granger, their relationship around the center would be seriously cramped for a long time to come. But by his way of thinking, it had already been cramped. As far back as the beginning of the summer, he'd thought he experienced a certain sexual tension between himself and the brunette swimming coach. He'd tried everything he could to get her to spend some time with him, and she'd never produced a concrete reason for her refusals. And he'd at least thought she was attracted to him. Finally, he'd decided that she was being loyal to another man. But that idea had been shaken by her actions the other day after she found Mike Slade with the Layton girl.
"What do you mean by that?" Holly repeated, her voice quivering.
At last, Warren lifted his eyes, looking at her with a wry smile. "You watched them for a long time, didn't you?"
Holly's eyes flared open wide. A flash of rage went through her, and for a brief instant it was all she could do to keep from slapping his smug face. She glared, furious, her whole sensuously formed body trembling. Then her mind, again with the relentless accuracy of a homing device, zeroed in on today's obscene episode with Keith Edwards in the pool, and in the briefest moment she went from the offensive to the defensive, from rage to despair and guilt.
She looked down, her lips quivering as she moistened them with her tongue. The angry trembling of her body evolved swiftly to violent contortions as the tears welled in her eyes and began to spill down her cheeks in .shining drops.
Finally, she looked back up at Warren, dropping her hands from her chest so that he could see the full, forbidden cleavage of her nakedly rounded tits, and the richly hued little buds of her nipples teased to taut rigidity by their contact with the flimsy material. Her voice choked as she nodded her head. "Okay ... I watched them!"
Warren's mouth dropped open with the sudden change he'd witnessed in the brunette, from anger to guilt, then....
Holly looked at him even now. The brief respites, attained first by the warped act of fingerfucking herself and again today from Keith's lewd fingerfucking her cunt even as she ravenously sucked his virgin young cock, still didn't measure up to what her body really needed. She needed a cock inside her cunt, a real live palpitating rod of lust-hardened male prick up inside her, but filling her like she'd never been filled in her life. And she needed it now, even if it did have to belong to her superior, even if the relationship did complicate her working life.
"You know why?" Holly asked at last.
"No ... no, I don't," Warren stammered, now suddenly on the defensive.
"Because," she said, stepping toward him and licking her full pink lips, "I need a cock."
For some reason Warren found himself backing up until he bumped into a chair, then Holly was against him, kissing him hard on the lips, her tongue worming hungrily up into his mouth as her hands kneaded and massaged his back.
The last thing Warren had expected when he'd come was an aggressive reaction on the part of the sexy brunette. He'd been prepared to coax, to plead, even to force her if need be! It took him a moment before he could shake off his shock and react. But react he did.
The handsome young man clutched her to his body as his cock throbbed into life against her thighs. Slowly, he began to work the thin material of her nightie apart and pushed it off her shoulders to expose the wantonly swollen nakedness of her sensuously trembling titties.
Holly gave out with a low moan, a shudder of anticipation coursing through her hot juicy cunt as Warren pushed the nightie completely down off her shoulders to expose the whole upper half of her body, goose bumped with the excitement tingling in her flesh. She gazed through narrowed eyes down at the naked beauty of her own ripely up standing tits, her breathing hastened as she felt the contact of the air on her already rigid nipples. Then she moaned softly as he pulled the nightie across her hips and let it fall to the floor, completely revealing her smooth flat belly and the little triangle of silken brown pussyhairs nestled teasingly up above her tan line between her milk-white thighs.
"Wow...." Warren whistled softly, gazing down with wanton greed at the revelation of the swimming teacher's voluptuously inviting body. Many a time he'd dreamed about how she'd look naked, anticipated the time he would finally get into her hot little bikini bottoms. But he'd never really thought it would happen. And now it was happening so fast he could hardly believe it!
For a moment longer, Warren Friesen gazed eagerly down at Holly's naked body, relishing the lewd revelation of her naked flesh. Then slowly, he dropped his hand to her slender waist, which turned to meet his hand.
"Let's sit down," Warren said, motioning toward the fold-out bed with his eyes.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." Holly moaned in a quivering voice. Then she turned and walked ahead of him, completely naked, to the side of the bed, lit by a lamp on the table beside it.
Holly turned, her body trembling excitedly, watching with anticipation as the tall man began to eagerly strip off his own clothing, a little nostalgic memory of this afternoon darting through her quivering pussy as he eagerly pulled off his shirt to reveal his muscular chest. He kicked off his shoes, then in a quick motion pulled down his pants and jockey shorts at the same time.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Holly gasped in surprise as the thickly pulsing shaft of his prick loomed up suddenly in, complete and threatening hard-on, the huge bulbous head swollen with blood and throbbing almost visibly. She watched as he grinned and flexed his cock so that the giant rod of flesh bobbed up and down in a lewd springing motion.
"Like my prick?" he asked. "It's my best friend."
Holly sighed, unable to take her eyes off the massively pulsing cock, unable to prevent the mental comparison between it and Keith's smooth slender hardness, which earlier today she'd taken completely, without undue effort, into her mouth in the pool. But Warren's prick would choke her to death if she tried that. She didn't think she'd ever seen a prick this big, not even in Play girl, and she didn't see how a woman, any woman, could take that thing up inside her pussy. Yet, in spite of her doubt, the young brunette swimmer found herself turning that idea over and over in her mind with a compelling fascination.
Then, as Warren stepped toward her, she slithered back down onto the fold-out bed, spreading her legs enticingly.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnn ... oooohhhhhhhh ... my pussy is sooooooo ... sooooooo hot ... mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn...." she moaned deeply, her breath in hastened gusts as she gazed up through smoky eyes at the tall naked man beside her bed. From this angle the awesome size of his lustfully throbbing cock was even more exaggerated, but as Holly stared at it she felt another tingling excitement course through her pussy. She had to have it, even if it hurt her! She had to have that pulsating hardness all the way up inside her, violating and stretching the forbidden tightness of her cock-starved pussy until she could hardly stand it, until she finally achieved some real satisfaction and relief from her outrageous lust.
The lusty brunette lifted her eyes again from the massively throbbing shaft of cock flesh and back to his grinning face-. She lay in helpless surrender before him, waiting, anticipating, yet she couldn't quite get Keith Edwards out of her mind, or for that matter the other two cute young men she'd watched feeling up Denise Layton. And she knew that what she was doing now was for herself. She was using Warren, using his body, for an end all her own that had nothing to do with him.
Then, that secret buried securely in her mind, Holly almost closed her eyes as he got down on the fold-out bed beside her. Quivering in anticipation, she spread her legs completely as his hand dropped to the warm naked flesh of her belly, and trailed lightly through the sparsely growing cunt curls of her brown-haired pussy and down into the moist forbidden softness of the place between her thighs. A wanton little shiver coursed out through her wide-splayed loins. Then she thrust her smoothly curved asscheeks up in a sudden violent motion at the first contact on the already wetly glistening little bud of her clitty.
"Oh, ooooohhhh, yeeeeesssss!" Holly whimpered as Warren's fingers trailed down the softly hair-lined lips of her cunt, the teasing contact made almost unbearable by her already heightened sensitivity. "Ooooooohhhhh ... ooooaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" The sound seeped from her hotly constricted throat.
Warren had never seen anything like this in his life! He'd barely even touched her and Holly was already going out of her mind! Then, grinning, he parted the thin, softly pulsating lips of her tight little cunt, his middle finger probing experimentally just at the entrance of the softly resisting flesh to prompt further excited quivers of her body before, with more determined effort, he shoved forward, driving the full length of his finger swiftly and relentlessly up into her eagerly trembling pussy.
Holly's body twitched and quivered as the lewd spasms of delight surged wildly through her loins. Then, groaning even louder from her obscenely aroused passion, she wrapped her hands around Warren's body, pulling him down urgently on top of her.
Warren levered up, his finger now moving swiftly in and out of Holly's moistly nibbling cunthole. He gazed down lewdly at the voluptuously squirming brunette beneath him. Then gradually, he slacked off the thrusting movements of his finger, as he thrust his legs between Holly's quivering thighs and spread them even wider apart to completely expose her nakedly inviting cunt to his view. Using both hands, he parted her pussylips, then inched slowly forward, prodding his thickly pulsing prick farther up between her thighs, and dropped lower until the bulbously pounding cockhead was thrust right up into the moistened slit of her cunt.
"Oooooohhhhh ... oooohhhhh!" she squealed and turned her head to one side of the pillow, closing her eyes as she felt the lust-stimulating contact against the sensitive, moistened lips of her pussy. Then she took a deep gasp and thrust her hips upward, feeling the first hard pressure against the warm tiny hole of her cunt, her body trembling as just the huge, blood-filled tip fucked into it. Another involuntary cry rose in her throat and she pushed her naked asscheeks up higher as the throbbing shaft of his cock wormed into her hotly burning pussy-tightness. Gradually, Holly's heated pussy-juices began to flow more freely, and the pulsating cockhead inched slowly deeper ... and deeper into her throbbing cunt softness.
"Oooooohhhhh ... oooohhhhh!" she gasped, as Warren gave a little twitch that sent an even wilder shudder running through her body. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh ... Goooooooooooddddddddd! Ooooooaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...!"
She trembled and quivered as the supervisor poised himself above her. Then she spewed out her breath in a low, guttural sigh as his weight sagged downward and the lust-thickened rod of cock flesh lunged ruthlessly into the soft, wet warmth of her naked cunt, pushing aside the last of her resistance until it was embedded up in her cunt to the very hilt!
"Oooooooohhhhh ... aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeee ... ooooohhhh!" Holly sobbed again. She'd never been so filled in all her life! Warren's cock lay sunk deep up in her cunt, fitting so tightly against the softness of her own inner pussy flesh that she thought she could feel every tiny ridge and ripple up inside her cuntwalls as Warren flexed to surge the violating rod of his flesh even farther up into her sensitive pussy.
From the look in Holly's eyes, Warren knew she'd totally surrendered herself. Again clamping his mouth tightly over hers and worming his tongue hungrily between her desire-parted lips, he began a slow rocking motion in the saddle of her thighs. Jesus, he could feel the narrow tightness of her cunt begin to give way, seeming to stretch and widen with each smooth inward stroke as she groaned and whimpered beneath him on her bed. He knew it wouldn't take long to make her cum; Christ, she'd been on the verge of it the moment they'd actually begun to fuck. But he wanted to stretch it out as long as he could, and when she did attain that coveted orgasm, Warren wanted her to know she'd really been fucked!
Holly's body was reacting now beyond all her conscious control. The sheer ecstasy of having her hungering pussy so aggressively stretched and fucked was driving her out of her mind, and her whole body had begun to jerk and writhe without inhibition beneath his onslaught. Little chills of intense arousal went rippling along her spine from the deep skewering of Warren's cock into her cock-stretched pussy. Her beautiful face was contorted with unfulfilled desire, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead beneath her disheveled brunette hair. Incessant hums of passionate and servile acceptance poured in torrents from her throat.
Warren Friesen basked in his own triumph, hardly even believing the voluptuous young woman's wildly unrestrained response to his obscene fucking of her hot little cunt. Increasing the length of his cunt-exciting in-fucks, he dropped his hands down beneath the nakedly upturned cheeks of her ass, grasping the milk-white mounds with his fingers to pull her naked cunt even more tightly to his own loins, guiding the wanton thrashings of her body as he fucked the full hard length of his cock again and again into the moist, sensitively responding depths of her pussy.
Holly's legs scissored wide in uncontrollable abandon on either side of Warren's deeply fucking cock. Her eyes were closed, her thighs jackknifed backwards with her knees crushed down onto the stiffened nipples of her ripely quivering titties as he fucked harder and harder into the voracious little cunthole. He pounded into her widespread pussy with such violent strokes that she could feel the teasing slap of his cum-filled balls into the crack between her ass each time his body struck hers.
Reality was fading. Holly was drifting in a netherworld of untamed ecstasy and bliss, aware of nothing but the shattering fucks into her erotically quivering pussy, the violating cock impaling her to the very hilt on its lewdly pulsing hardness.
"Oh, yes! Yesssssssss!" she moaned. "Pussyfuck me! Pussyfuck meeeeeee! Ooooohhhhhhh ... pllllleeeeeeeassssseeee! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!" she moaned again, her body tossing and thrashing in complete abandon, every inch of her flesh burning in anticipation of the lewd release that now seemed to be almost upon her.
"Fuck my hot pussy ... ooooohhhhhh ... aaaaaaooooohhhhhhhh ... pplllleeeeeeeeeeeease, fuck my hot pussyyyyyyy!" She strained and shuddered, tossing her head from side to side on the pillow to whip her long dark hair wildly about her shoulders. Again she remembered this afternoon's shocking episode with the young man, Keith, in the pool, and even as Warren Friesen continued to fuck ruthlessly into the unresisting tightness of her cunt, she could almost feel the way the eager young man had fucked into her mouth as he'd felt his own cum building and anticipated his obscene ejaculation into her greedily swallowing throat.
Then, suddenly, Warren slammed into her with an even mightier stroke and even that sordid vision faded from her mind as she felt the deep and distant rumbling begin somewhere far away up inside her quaking belly. She bucked and twisted her body, quivering beneath him in a desperate frenzy of passion. Locking her ankles high up behind his incessantly laboring shoulders, she clung tightly to his sides with her quivering inner thighs, holding the lust-bloated shaft of his massive cock deep inside her hungrily clasping loins.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... oooohhhhh ... Jesus ... oooooaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Warren growled above her, looking down in unconcealed triumph as he saw her skin flush red with the incipient orgasm mirrored in her face. He gasped into the warm wetness of her mouth as he felt his own load of hot cum surging up relentlessly in his cum-swollen balls. Then with another deep grunt, he began to fuck again in ever harder, more cunt-flattening strokes as he felt himself explode deep inside her, shooting his boiling cock-juice deep up into the welcoming depths of her wildly spasming cunt.
A rhythmic stream of moans, and whimpers issued from Holly's full red lips as she felt the wanton spasms deep up in her own loins blot out everything but the white-hot light of blinding release.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhh...." she grunted and groaned, straining in her own wanton response until her whole naked body was coated with the perspiration of her effort. She continued to toss and struggle until she was drained of every ounce of energy, until she could feel Warren's strokes slacking off, the surging spear of his cunt-spliting cock gradually beginning to deflate inside her.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh ... GGGGGGGGoooooooooddddddddddddd ... ooohhhhhhhh ... my pussy ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnn...." she moaned, closing her eyes, dropping her thighs back down and letting her still sensuously trembling asscheeks sink down into the softness of the mattress as she felt Warren's body sag down on top of her.
For several moments Holly and Warren lay almost perfectly still, gasping to catch their breath. Then she gave out with a soft exhausted whimper as he withdrew and rolled over onto his back, reaching up with one hand to lightly stroke the still swollen mount of her titties.
"Mmmmm-mnnnnnnnnn oooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh...." she purred softly, her eyes still closed, her breathing still strained and irregular. "Oh, God ... it ... it was wonderful ... wonderful!"
Then Holly turned her head and opened her eyes, staring with a strange curiosity over at the handsome naked man beside her. Gone from his face was the gloating, leering look she'd seen when he had first walked in her apartment, replaced by a simple expression of openness and warmth. Holly watched him, almost desperately, for a moment. Then she jerked her head back and returned her eyes to the dimly lit ceiling of the room.
"What's the matter, darling?"
"Nothing," she sighed, her body tightening. She waited for a moment in silence, then looked back at the young man. "I want you to please leave."
Warren shrugged. "Okay, baby," he said, sitting up on the edge of the fold-out bed and reaching down to the floor to retrieve his pants and jockey shorts. Then he turned back to her. "Was there something wrong with the fucking? I didn't think I wasn't satisfying you or anything."
"No," Holly said tiredly. "It was wonderful. You did satisfy me."
She didn't speak again. He finally got dressed and left. There was no way she could have said what was on her mind, no way, she thought, that she could have riade him understand ... and it didn't make any difference anyway.
Being fucked by Warren Friesen had been one of the finest experiences Holly had ever had with a man in bed, on a purely physical level. It was only after she met Warren's warm, open gaze that she realized it had been no better than fingerfucking herself, on the emotional level. She hadn't even known who she was with. It was just a male cock, and in the frustrated condition to which she'd descended, one would have done about as well as another. After all, a cock was a cock, wasn't it?