Substitute Ch. 02

Holly's former boyfriend, Brad, lay atop, trying to work his cock into her pussy. He couldn't manage it and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. Brad then morphed into his friend Eric, who not only sunk his cock in, but lifted Holly and began to walk around the room, bouncing her on his cock. Suddenly, the door burst open and in walked Holly's mother and friends, Zoe, Courtney and Amy, with others looking on from the hallway. They began shouting at her.

"What are you doing Holly. You're such a slut. How could you... with Eric... why Eric?"

Holly woke with a start, breathing heavily, heart pounding.

"Golly!" the 19 year old thought, still with half a feeling that Eric's cock remained inside her. "What a dream. Such a horny dream."

She closed her eyes, wanting to go back to Eric's cock, but without anyone butting in. She'd been with Eric the previous night. They'd been moving things along and then...

"Oh my god," Holly gasped aloud, as another memory from later in the night, saw her jerk fully awake. "Oh no, oh dear no. Surely it was a dream... a nightmare."

Details of what had occurred the previous night, as she'd walked home, came clearly into focus. Upon arriving home, she'd not showered, going directly to bed. Holly slipped a hand across her stomach, under the loose bed shorts, and across her bald pussy. There it was. The residue of Ken Armstrong's cum, still encrusted on her pussy and inner thighs.

"Oh my goodness," Holly gasped out loud, her recollection confirmed.

Despite a headache, her memory was vivid. His kisses, experienced fingers touching where hers now rested, lifting her up, and then...

Holly pushed the shock and guilt to the side, closed her eyes and allowed the sensations of the previous night to flood back in. In her minds-eye she saw herself lifted high and pressed hard back into the Parker's garden. She'd been drunk, horny and very willing.

"Mmmmm," she let out, leaving the hand in her shorts.

"Fucked by a 40 something man in an alley. Maybe he's fifty. A man who desired me," Holly recalled, fingers now moving freely on her pussy, as she lifted her knees.

It had easily been the most exciting sexual encounter she'd experience.

Slim fingers soon worked deeper, coaxing forth moisture, which rapidly became a flood. As was her routine, when she got close, Holly hooked two fingers inside her pussy, while pressing firmly onto her clit. She rocked her pelvis to the memory of Ken Armstrong's cock, deep inside, dominating, aggressively pumping.

"Ohhhh yessssssss..." Holly groaned quietly, arching her back, the orgasm flooding through her.

Ken Armstrong hadn't brought her to orgasm the previous night, but the memory of his actions had belatedly done the trick. She rode it out, as intense as she'd ever experienced, until she settled and caught her breath.

Holly had only just removed her fingers, and was still enjoying the residual sensations, when her bliss was rudely interrupted.

"Holly! Get outta bed. You got work today," her Mother called through the door.

Holly cursed, pushed back the sheet and swung her legs across to sit on the edge. Suddenly all the other aspects of the unexpected rendezvous came back to her.

"Oh golly. He's married; he's got kids. Grace the oldest is twenty-three, older than me. So he must be... oh golly. I know his wife... she's always been nice to me. I played hockey against his youngest daughter yesterday."

Her mother called again.

"Geeze Mum," Holly shouted in annoyance. "I've turned nineteen and I'm leaving for College soon."

"You're still living under my roof, so it's my rules," her mother cut in. "Anyway, College is no

certainty. You don't have anywhere near the money you need to live on, and you know we can't give you any. So you better get yourself down to that Food Market on time, so you don't lose that job."

Her mother was right, Holly didn't have the money she needed for College. In all likelihood she'd have to postpone for a year. That was a concern, but on this particular morning it wasn't the main one.

"I've just fucked a married man," she thought, welcoming the hot needles of water on her body.

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Holly made it to work on time but, consumed by events of the previous night, made a couple of mistakes on the till.

"You sure you're alright today Holly?" old Mr. Cartwright asked.

"Yes, sorry Mr. Cartwright. I just need to concentrate better."

Having made it through the day, and walking home, her friend Zoe phoned.

"You want to go do something this evening Holls?"

"I can't, I'm grounded."

"Grounded! You're nineteen."

"Yeah, well... you know Mum."

"Yeah I do," Zoe agreed. "Anyway, why you grounded?"

"Got home late."

"How'd you get home late? You had plenty of time when I left you... with Mr. Armstrong, I..." she tailed off and a long silence ensued. "I'm coming over."

Holly was still in the lounge when Zoe arrived.

"Let's go up to your room Holls," Zoe suggested, after politely greeting her parents.

"Don't stay too long Zoe. She's grounded."

"I won't, Mrs. Mathews," Zoe called back, as the girls walked down the hallway.

Zoe closed the bedroom door, as Holly went to sit on the bed. Her friend launched straight in.

"I got home at twelve-twenty. You only live five minutes further on. You had plenty of time, if you walked directly home. Did you and Mr. Armstrong walk directly home."

"Pretty much."

"Bullshit! You didn't, cause if you had, you'd have got home on time. Did you talk with him? What did you have to talk to him about?"

Holly said nothing, merely glancing up to where her friend stood, before quickly looking away from the accusing look. She took a deep sigh.

"OK! It was a bit more than talking."

"Oh my God! I knew it. Him speaking to you after the game and then out walking his dog at midnight and just happening to bump into us. I knew something was up. I could tell. What'd you do, the two of you."

"We kissed," Holly admitted, deciding to purge her soul.

"Oh... my... god! You kissed Mr. Armstrong. His daughter was at our party last night. His older kids are in College. His wife... geeze Holly, he has a wife. Tell me it was a quick peck and then you pushed him away."

Holly's guilty silence told her friend everything she needed to know.

"How far did it go then?" Zoe continued.

"A long kiss, a little bit of touching... you know."

"No... I don't know. He forced you?"

"No," Holly admitted with a sigh. "Don't hard on me Zoe. I was drunk, and a bit horny after you pulled me away from Eric. I told you that."

"And I told you what to go home and do..."

"I did that this morning," Holly admitted, to which they both burst out laughing.

"Oh my gosh Holly Fernandes. What a sex kitten. I can't believe it. There was always that rumor about him and the friend of his oldest daughter, Grace. You remember? What was that girls name... Bonnie... Bonnie Bradshaw."

"I never heard about that."

"We were only young, but I heard my older brother talking about it a few times. Anyway, did you go any further with old Grandpa Armstrong?"

"No, that's about it," Holly lied. "You can't tell a soul Zoe. It wouldn't be fair."

"It wouldn't be fair on Marcie Armstrong, that's for sure. She's real nice," Zoe accused cuttingly.

"I hardly thought of her," Holly said, dropping her head.

This brought out the reason Zoe was Holly's friend.

"No one will ever know Holl's. It's in the vault. But he'll want to go gain and you can't go back there. He's at least late forties, you're still a teenager. It's outrageous! You've got the memory, but that's it. Over! OK?"

"Yes, yes, of course," Holly agreed.

"Fuck! You and Mary Armstrong's Dad. That is such a horny story. Is he a good kisser?" Zoe continued, and they both began to giggle. "Well is he?"

"Yeah, he is. Real good! Far better than Brad or any other boy I've kissed."

"Oh geeze Holly, now you're making me horny," Zoe said, leading to much laughter

Shortly after Zoe had to head home. Exhausted, Holly slept well that night, with no dreams she could recall. The next day she didn't have work, and slept in until after 9am, before rising.

Still in pajama shorts and braless under her t-shirt, Holly made her way to the kitchen, looking to have some breakfast. As she approached, she heard male voices in discussion.

"Morning sweetheart, look who's called by," her father greeted, as she entered the room.

Holly was shocked to see Ken Armstrong seated at the kitchen table. Her heart raced, breathing went ragged. Her father couldn't help but notice.

"Ha, ha, you look like you've seen a ghost. It's only Mr. Armstrong come around to borrow my chainsaw. He's not worried about seeing you in your jammies. You know him don't you?"

"Sure she knows me Leon. I spoke to her the other day after the Hockey game. Didn't I Holly?"

"Yeah, yeah, ummmm, that's right... we did. We had a chat," Holly confirmed quietly, mortified at having this man in her kitchen, especially given how she was dressed.

"That's right, you told me your chances of making College this year weren't great. I was just talking to your Dad about that."

"Oh yeah," Holly said, now unable to look at the man, who two nights earlier had fucked her against the Parker's shed wall.

Ken delighted with the girls discomfort, and the manner in which she was dressed. He noted her braless and the bruise from his bite at the base of her neck. He was taken by how attractive she presented, even with unkempt hair and no make-up.

"Hmmm, a natural beauty," he mused, looking to the slim tanned legs, he'd hoisted high before fucking her.

"Yeah, I reckon we might just be able to convince the Lodge to sponsor you Holly. We always need fashion designers, don't we. My Lodge likes to fund young people to achieve their dreams. Others have accessed the fund already this year, but there could be some money left unallocated. What do you think about that? Would you be interested?"

Ken knew Mr. Fernandes would be interested, because the family weren't wealthy. He'd known Leon since he'd come to town many years ago, after emigrating from Brazil. Leon had married a local girl, Patsy Smith. They'd had four children, Holly being the second oldest and only girl. Ken was happy Patsy wasn't present. He'd not have observed Holly so closely had her mother been in the kitchen. Patsy knew much more about him than her husband did, and would be far less trusting.

"That sounds promising, doesn't it Holly?" Leon Fernandes chimed in, after Holly again delayed in responding.

"Yep... that would be great," Holly agreed, now aware she must look at the man, despite her racing heart. "Thanks Mr. Armstrong. I really appreciate that."

Looking at his face and lips sent Holly's head spinning and her legs grow weak. She sat before falling over, attempting to pull her shorts lower, without any success. She quickly crossed her legs.

"We need to make sure the Lodge know you've made every effort to raise money of your own. You don't work at that Food store every day, do you?" Ken continued, relishing the sight of her bare legs.

"No, only every second day," she confirmed.

"Good. That means you'll have this Tuesday off. Our basement is a junk yard. It needs cleaning out. One or two day's work for good pay. I told Mary I'd pay her to do it, but she's left today on a week-long camping trip, so the job's up for grabs. Let's get you over Tuesday morning. I won't be there, but Marcie will be home and can show you what to do."

"Ummmm..." Holly hesitated.

"Holly, c'mon," her father urged. "You want to study design; you need the money. Mr. Armstrong's making you a nice offer, especially with the Lodge sponsorship a possibility."

"Oh... Ok, yeah. That should be alright. Mrs. Armstrong would show me what to do?" Holly looked to confirm.

"Yes, I'll be at the business," he said, referring to his trucking company. "Marcie will be home to show you what to do."

"OK, yes, good. Thanks very much Mr. Armstrong."

"Great!" Ken said, placing a hand on her leg and squeezing, just above the knee. I'll talk to Marcie and see what time she wants you to come around. Give me your mobile number and I'll text you."

His hand lingered far longer on her bare leg than was appropriate. Holly lost her train of thought as she looked down at it. The memory of where those fingers had touched her two nights earlier, sent a current directly to her pussy. She swallowed hard, before snapping back and providing him with her number. The older man withdrew his hand and smiled at her.

"I gotta get going now. Thanks for the chainsaw Leon."

Holly knew, had her mother been present, she'd have recognized the touch had been inappropriate, but her father was oblivious, merely gushing on about what a great guy Ken Armstrong was.

"Successful, community minded and willing to do something for low income families, asking nothing in return."

"He's already had something in return," Holly thought ruefully.

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Despite her unease about being at the Armstrong's, Holly decided she'd go, primarily because only Marcie would be home.

Tuesday morning she walked the short distance to their house, arriving on time to be greeted by Marcie Armstrong. Her warm welcome and offer of a drink sent a pang of guilt through Holly. She'd have much preferred the woman to be an aloof bitch, but she wasn't. Marcie was about as nice as mother's come.

"And I've had relations with her husband," Holly mournfully reflected, as she sipped her coffee and carried on polite conversation.

They moved to the basement, continuing to chat about Holly's aspirations to be a designer.

"I'm not sure I'll have the money to get there this coming year," Holly admitted.

"Ken said he thinks your mature for your age, and show much promise. He intends to find the money, and Ken usually gets what he wants."

The manner in which the woman said that last bit about her husband, led Holly to feel they may have had an argument that morning.

"Maybe they're not getting along," she wondered, looking to see a basement in complete disarray.

"Just do your best. Sort it out into 'definitely keep'; 'ask the question' and 'definitely throw out,'" Marcie advised, adding. "If you can make a path through to that door over there, by the end of today, that would be great. It's a small bedroom for visitors and we'd like to have use of it again. I'll be here until lunchtime, so just call out if you need too. After lunch I'm going grocery shopping."

"Ok," Holly agreed, and set to work.

The basement was stuffy, and Holly was pleased she'd dressed light; in sneakers, jean shorts and a T-Shirt. After two hours she was nearly to the door they wanted to access, when Marcie called her up for lunch. They spoke warmly, and Holly found she really liked Marcie. At the end of lunch the older woman announced she'd shortly leave to go shopping.

"I'll only be an hour or so. You'll be ok on your own?"

"Sure, I'll just get on with it."

"Great. Ken sometimes comes home, but if he does he'll go upstairs to his office."

Hearing this didn't sit well with Holly. He'd told her he wouldn't be at the house and she'd certainly not have dressed as she was, had she known he might be present. Nevertheless, there was work to do and Holly got straight back into it. Soon she'd cleared a path to the door, and moved to work on the rest of the basement. Marcie called down to say she was leaving for the shops.

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Ken Armstrong pulled into his driveway, unsurprised to see his wife's car not there. She always went grocery shopping around the same time. His loins flared in anticipation at seeing the young woman again.

"You down there Holly?" he called, upon entering the house.

"Oh yes. Hi Mr. Armstrong," Holly felt obliged to answer, despite her heart racing upon hearing him call.

"Hi Holly," he greeted, walking down the stairs. "I just dropped by to see how you're getting on, and it looks like you've really got stuck in. Mr. Cartwright said you were a good worker and it seems he was right. How long ago did Marcie leave for the shops?"

"She called down to say she was leaving about 10 minutes ago."

"That's great. So we've got time. Have you seen in here," he asked, walking through the gap she'd created, to the door beyond.

"I had a quick look, but it seemed all clear in there."

"Yeah it is, just the single bed and mattress really," he said, opening the door and entering. "Bit dusty on this top side. Come in and help me flip it over."

He went to one end, while Holly hesitated by the door. She could see the mattress was light and knew he could easily flip it on his own. It was just the scenario she'd feared. In the Armstrong's house, Mrs. Armstrong gone, and now alone with her husband.

"C'mon," he encouraged, and despite her misgivings, Holly entered the room.

"You know me and Marcie used to escape down here when the kids were young," he continued, as they flipped the mattress.

"Oh yeah," Holly murmured, glancing to the door.

"Yeah, the kids could never find us," Ken continued, sitting on the bed. "They'd think we'd gone out for a walk. Don't think they much cared, but it was great for us. Kind of fun and naughty."

"Naughty?"

"Yeah, naughty... you know. Great for our sex life. We had to be quick, but it was fun."

"Oh!" Holly exclaimed, realizing what he was describing, unsettled that he'd mention him and his wife's sex life.

"Now you and I have a sex life," he continued.

"We do?"

"Of course we do. I've been thinking a lot about you Holly, after the other night at the Parkers. The night you and I were intimate."

"Oh yes... that night. Ummm... look, about that night. I'd had quite a bit to drink and was thinking it was probably just a big mistake on both our parts."

"Ha ha. There's no mistaking passion Holly. It was red hot passion, and we both enjoyed it, despite it being a bit risky and nearly getting caught. A bit like now, so we're gonna need to hurry. Take your T-shirt off Holly."

Holly stood unmoving, unsure she'd heard him correctly.

"C'mon. We don't have that long. The other night was nice enough, but it was dark, and you kept that pretty dress on. Now I want to see more of you, so we need to take this off."

Holly was flustered, although she knew she shouldn't be, as the course of events had been fairly well signposted. She remined stationary, considering how she might slow things down. The man sitting before her was having none of it.

"Here, I'll help you," he said, reaching for her hand and pulling her nearer, before taking hold of her T-Shirt and lifting it. "Lift your arms."

With a sigh, Holly raised her arms to shoulder height. He lifted the garment clear of her breasts, and held it there.

"That's it," he encouraged, noting the pretty pink silk bra contained no padding, the shape of her breasts clear to see.

Holly couldn't believe this. Standing in front of a much older man, while he ogled her bust. The other night she'd been driven by lust, and it had all happened so fast. Now, in the light of day it didn't seem right. She thought of his wife.

"Please Mr. Armstrong..."

"Ken."

"Please Ken... I did enjoy what we did the other night, I'll admit that, but... today I'm not so sure. I really like Marcie. She's been so nice to me today, and I wouldn't want to hurt her."

"Oh Holly, you're so considerate. It's one of the reasons I'm attracted to you. You're a beautiful person, inside and out," he praised, reaching up to place a hand on her shoulder. "Here, bend down and kiss me now."

Ken pulled her lower. He was pleased when she placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, closed her eyes and accepted his lips.

Holly had to admit he was a good kisser and it brought back memories of how he'd touched her, when they kissed the previous time. With Marcie briefly forgotten, she allowed the kiss to linger, and it was he who eventually broke it.

"You enjoyed that," he stated smugly.

"Yes, it was nice... but..."

"Ok, I know you're a little unsure. It's understandable, so I'll tell you what," he interrupted. "We'll start slow, with a little bit of touching and if it's not working for you then we can stop. But if you're feeling it, we proceed, Ok?"

"Yeah, that'll be ok," Holly agreed, relieved and feeling she could show some restraint.

"Good then. Now take that T-shirt off and kick your shoes away," he ordered.

This time Holly didn't delay removing both her top and shoes. As she did so, he removed the same items to sit topless in front of her.

"Now run your hands across my shoulders and upper back."

When the girl stepped closer to do as asked, it left her breasts vulnerable. He moved to suckle a nipple through the bra, feeling her fingers tense on his shoulders.

"You're sensitive there?"

"Yes," Holly replied honestly, as he moved to the other.

Ken felt her hands grip his shoulders tightly, indicating she enjoyed the touch. He soon bent lower to kiss all around her stomach, gradually working down to the top of her jean shorts. He flicked open the button and drew the zip lower, before kissing her skin there.

Despite her best efforts to deny it, Holly found this attention close to her intimate parts most enjoyable. She'd always been easily aroused. Brad had teased her about how quickly she became wet, saying it was because of his body. Holly knew it pre-dated going with Brad. Now the kisses of this mature man were beginning to send pleasurable sensations the short distance to her pussy. However, when he placed thumbs in the waist band and began drawing the shorts off her butt, Holly automatically dropped a hand to stop him.

In response he simply ran his hands up her back, and deftly unclasped her bra. He pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms. Holly let him take the bra, but quickly moved an arm to cover her breasts.

"You're being very self-conscious this time, Holly," he noted, pulling the arm away.

"It was dark, and I was drunk the last time."

"Yes you were, but just before, we agreed if you felt something we'd proceed," he reminded her, running finger-tips across the perfectly shaped globes, topped by small brown nipples. "These are perfect Holly; your nipples have grown hard and I'm going to taste them now. Don't stop me!"

With that said, he moved to kiss and lick each nipple in turn. Despite her misgivings, Holly delighted in this touch. It was slow, tender intimacy, such as she'd never experienced in her year or so of being sexually active. A small noise escaped her throat, and she brought hands to rest on his head as he continued his movements.

Holly knew where this was headed. She was enjoying the attentions far too much and part of her wanted to continue. However, another part knew it was wrong, especially with the possibility of discovery. Attempting to deny the rapidly growing pleasure, she made one final weak protest.

"Ken, look... this does feel nice, but... you know... right here, right now... I'm not sure. Marcie might come home."

"You say you like how that feels?" he asked, standing to face her, while running the back of his hand across a hard nipple, now wet with his saliva.

"Yes," she admitted.

"Good, then let's forget all about Marcie. We'll hear her if she comes back, and what she doesn't know can't hurt her," he stated firmly.

With that he unbuckled his trousers. They fell to the floor and he kicked them away. With an almost naked, married man immediately in front of her, Holly was unsure where to look. Being well over six foot, she found his size intimidating. When he took hold of her hand she was sure he'd direct it to his boxers and what lay within. However, she was taken by surprise when he pushed both their hands under her panty line.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, as he pressed her fingers into her nude pussy lips.

"Oh indeed. It feels quite nice, doesn't it?" he stated, before, tilting her head and locating her lips.

With her aroused nipples pressed hard into his lower chest and fingers on her most intimate part, it did indeed feel nice for Holly. The kiss lingered and soon her fingers were slipping easily across her pussy. He broke the kiss and smiled down at her.

"I think you might be wet down there. Ok, you said you're worried, so let's do something quick?" he said, sitting back down on the bed.

"Like what?" Holly asked, looking at the near naked man seated before her.

"You went with Brad Walker until recently?" he continued.

"Mmmm, yes."

"Did you ever suck his cock?"

It was a blunt question, and Ken saw surprise register on the teen's face. He knew the answer to his question. At the recent Hockey game he'd overheard Brad recount Holly's oral prowess to his friends. It could have been bravado, but he was determined to find out.

Even though she'd anticipated the direction this was headed, Holly was taken aback by such a brazen question. For a few seconds she just stared down at the man sitting before her. The look he gave her demanded an answer. Eventually she nodded.

"You're a woman now, so of course you have, and I'll bet you're good at it," Ken said, lowering his boxers, kicking them clear, and spreading his legs wide. "Away you go then."

Holly looked down at the semi-hard cock now on full display. She'd felt it in her. Bigger than Brad's, and circumcised. Holly had never seen a circumcised cock before. She squatted down between his spread legs, took it in her fingers lifted and examined it with interest. Mistaking her interest for a hesitancy, Ken spoke.

"You said you'd done this before," Ken queried, while moving his butt forward, so his balls hung off the edge.

"I have," Holly quickly confirmed, not wanting to seem inexperienced.

"Ok... well, if you're worried about my wife returning, you'll need to get on."

Holly had blown Brad any number of times. It's how she'd kept him happy until she went on contraception, and allowed him to take her virginity. She'd also blown other boys, both before and after Brad. Taking a cock in her mouth was not something Holly found distasteful.

Now, viewing the task as something of a challenge, she pushed her hair behind her ears and wrapped fingers around the shaft. Moving them she felt it immediately firm in her grasp. Hearing him release a long breath, she looked to his face, delighted to see a boyish look of anticipation. This pleased Holly.

"He might be old and experienced, but all men are the same," she thought, pushing him back to rest on his elbows, lifting the cock vertical and moving her head over it.

Now she had him in a position where he could watch, and she could easily look up toward him. She did just this as she extended her tongue and placed his cock on it. Holly ran the cock up and back, letting it enter her mouth, breathing on it, but not closing her lips. When he grimaced she held the shaft high, and delivered two long licks from base to top.

"Oh yesss," Ken moaned, barely believing his luck.

"Brad's talk wasn't bravado," Ken celebrated. "Not only georgous, and a dead ringer for Marcie when she was younger, this girl knows what she's doing."

As if to confirm this Holly began dribbling saliva on his cockhead, spreading it across his cockhead with a finger-tip, while looking him in the eye. She then replaced finger-tip with tongue, all the while lightly stroking the now rock hard shaft.

Holly usually prolonged this action, often taking delight in making an inexperienced boy cum, before he'd even got in her mouth. However, she quickly realized this older man was able to show more restraint, so she theatrically licked her lips, and placed them on his cock head. She allowed the head to slip just inside her mouth, and began flicking it with her tongue. Finally, she gave a couple of shallow bobs, before, taking him in as deep as she dare. His deep breath and exclamation were exactly what she was after. She began sucking with some vigor, while working his lower shaft with her fingers. She felt the veins bulge, and he soon began to leak into her mouth.

"He won't last long," she thought, recalling how quickly he'd finished outside the Parker's house.

Holding shaft high she moved to lick his ball-bag, while continuing to stroke his shaft. She sucked in each nut in turn. Holly now began to find her actions on this man's cock very arousing, and would have liked to push fingers into her shorts and onto her pussy. Unable too, she merely, clamped her legs tightly together, while moving her pelvis about. She stopped and looked toward him.

"Am I doing Ok?" she asked innocently, knowing full well she was.

"Ahh geeze, oh yes. Yes please. That's real good. Marcie won't do anything like this anymore. You got me close. Put it back in your mouth."

Mention of his wife's reluctance, surprised Holly, because all the girls she knew gave blow jobs. It's just what you did for your man. She wondered why Marcie wouldn't do this for her husband, but didn't dwell on it, slipping his cock back between her lips.

When he placed a hand on her head, she allowed him to move freely between her lips, aware he'd get himself over the line.

"C'mon, C'mon," she thought, fingers to massaging his balls, happy to feel his cock swell still further.

Aware what was coming, Holly began to swallow, even before the explosion in her mouth. She accepted it all, swallowing the salty liquid until coming off, allowing the final couple of weak pulses settle on her lips. The boys all liked that. She sat back on her haunches, looked at him, collected it with her tongue, before swallowing that as well.

"Ahhh geeze, Holly. That was incredible," she was proud to hear him say.

"I'm glad you liked it," she politely replied.

Suddenly he stood, and helped her to her feet. He then turned and pushed her back, to lie flat on the bed, moving hands to her shorts. Despite feeling incredibly horny, Holly again became conscience of the location.

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"Oh no Ken... no more please. You said we'd do something quick and we've done that."

"Yes we did, and it was fantastic, but now I need to reciprocate. I want to taste some sweet young pussy."

"But Marcie..."

"I don't care about her... if she comes home she can stand at the door and watch for all I care. It's your turn now," he stated, puling shorts and panties roughly down her legs and off.

Ken grunted upon viewing the young woman now completely naked, apart from a pair of bobby socks.

"What a body!" he complimented, admiring the bald, plump pussy and noting the bikini bottom tan line. "You sunbathe topless?"

She nodded as he took hold under her knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed, before dropping to kneel. Pushing her legs wide, her odor reached his nostrils, indicating her arousal.

"But you keep your bikini pants on, so no one can touch here," he crooned, running a finger down between wet her pussy lips. "Brad ever kiss you here?"

"No, never."

"Did you ever want him too?" he continued, beginning to kiss the soft flesh, high on her inner thighs.

"I thought about it," she answered honestly. "Some of my friend's boyfriends would do it to them, but not Brad."

"What a selfish bastard," he said, moving to her mons.

"Mmmm, yes he was."

"We could stop right now, if you're unsure," he offered, licking his thumb and running it across her swollen nub.

"Oh my god!" she blasphemed at this action. "No, no. Don't stop I... I'm... I think I might like to keep going."

He laughed, while continuing the actions with his thumb.

"Good. You're gonna like it alright," he stated forthrightly, bringing his tongue to lick up the length of her pussy.

Holly let out a long breath, dropped her head back onto the bed, and surrendered to the sensations. It was pure sexual delight, such as she'd never previously experienced. It felt like his lips and tongue were everywhere on her most intimate part. So much better than when she touched herself there. It continued for some time, at one point his tongue entering her, teasing the sensitive nerve endings there.

Holly automatically arched her back, placed fingers on his head and began to massage his scalp. When he finally moved his tongue to focus on her nub, she knew she'd cum. She rocked her pelvis to accentuate what she was feeling, until suddenly it crashed upon her.

She made no sound, but Ken felt the girl shudder, fingers pressing hard into his head. He tasted a small amount of discharge, delighting in the fact he'd brought her to orgasm.

"And what an orgasm," he thought, as she continued to buck her pelvis while silently riding it out, before calming.

"You keep quiet when you cum..." he observed, standing to loom over where she lay, "... but you can't hide it."

"Oh my gosh, that's so embarrassing. I... I'm sorry, I just got carried away there," Holly apologized, mortified at having orgasmed in front of another person, in daylight.

"Don't be sorry. I'm an experienced lover. It's my job to bring you pleasure. To open a window into what's available to you sexually. You have an amazing body Holly; and so reactive to the touch."

Still standing he ran a hand over her belly and up to her breasts. Holly bit her lip, somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze, despite all that had gone before. She looked to where his other hand gripped his cock.

"You're hard again?" she offered.

"Of course," he answered, beginning to stroke it. "I want to go in you now, if I'm allowed. Am I allowed?"

By way of an incentive he ran his hand down, across her stomach to her pussy. Holding her eyes, he moved his fingers easily across her wetness, until she nodded.

"Right then! Let's fuck," he crudely announced. "Turn to lie down the bed."

All thought of discovery gone, Holly desired him inside her. She quickly did as instructed. He followed her on, settling between her spread legs. She saw him smile at her eagerness, as his large torso loomed over her small frame. He dropped his head seeking another kiss, and she tasted herself.

As their kiss continued, she felt his cockhead on her slick pussy. It slid easily along it, soon separating pussy lips. Holly let out a small murmur, pushing her butt higher, as when he lodged just inside her. For a time the helmet dipped in and out. The nerves were sensitive there, it felt nice, but Holly desired more. She broke their kiss.

"Please," she begged, and he rose higher, looked at her and thrust in forcefully.

This time Holly accepted his size with ease, an indication of how aroused she was. She delighted in the fullness and when he began to move, it was like they were back against the Parker's wall. Self-conscious as he watched her, she closed her eyes and took herself back there.

Being fucked in this manner was a new experience for Holly. Brad had always lain fully on top, his head buried in her neck, grunting. This was so different and saw her unsure what to do with her hands. She moved them to play with her breasts, squeezing and pushing them together. Hearing a grunt of approval, she drew her legs back allowing him still deeper, as he sped up his movements.

Holly soon recognized this would be no quickie, like their previous encounter. As if to confirm this, he moved her to a new position, pinning one leg back, while leaving the other spread wide. This feeling of vulnerability and the depths he was reaching, delighted Holly. As the sensations grew, she automatically moved hands to his flank and ran nails across him.

Ken let out a growl to let her know he liked this, so she dug them in deeper. He was delighting in the manner his young lover was responding to his touch. Her flexibility, the way her body moved in sync with his, her breathing, the sharp fingers raking his skin He wanted her to cum again.

Holly shared this desire, having never cum with Brad fucking her. When Ken released her leg and dropped down onto her, she moved hands to his buttocks, pulling him in, looking to accentuate each thrust. Feeling his butt clench with each movement, his lips now at her neck, chest grazing her nipples, it came on like a train.

Ken felt her arch her back and stiffen. He began to piston into her, building to a head until he released. He pulsed cum into her depths like a young buck, once again hiding down in the basement and pleasuring his partner.

After milking the final moments of their mutual orgasm, they both calmed, and he settled his weight upon her. Remaining deep inside, Ken gave her neck some more loving attention, while enjoying the hands now running gently across his back. After a time of this, he lifted his head, pleased she opened her eyes and didn't look away.

Holly provided him with a brief smile by way of thanks. A week prior she couldn't have dreamed this scenario in her wildest fantasies. Now in this moment of post-coital bliss, she was beginning to view this older man through a different lens. Looking to his lips, his hair with the flecks of grey, his piercing eyes, feeling a sudden wave of affection for the older man.

"Golly, he's handsome," she thought, providing her lover with another shy smile

"You enjoy that?" he asked, brushing her hair back and bending down to provide a brief kiss.

"Oh my gosh, yeah!" Holly gushed, causing him to laugh. "It was amazing. We both came together."

"How often have you cum when a boy's fucked you?"

"There's only been one boy and I never have. I've been close, but..." she began, unable to finish the sentence, as they both heard the sound of a car horn.

"Marcie's back," he merely stated, not moving.

Holly's relaxed state of mind vanished in an instance, as she was suddenly consumed by fright at the thought of discovery. However, he was still lodged inside of her, appearing unconcerned.

"Ken please, you need to get off me, she might come down here."

"Nah, she's seen my car and wants me to go out and help her get the groceries in. She'll unload the bags and wait until I come out to carry them in. We got time. You want to fuck some more," he said teasing, drooping his weight fully on her.

"Ken please, stop it now. We at least need to dress."

"Ok, ok," he laughed. "Are we going to do this again?"

"Yes, yes it was nice, we'll do it again."

"Promise!"

"It was amazing Ken, damn you, so yes, I promise. Now come on, come out of me," Holly demanded, terrified at the notion of his wife discovering them naked.

"Ahh ok," he said withdrawing, lifting up and standing. "You enjoy that?"

"You know I did. I just told you that. Stop asking," an angry Holly said, rising and beginning to collect up items of clothing, as an angry voice came from upstairs.

"Ken, I'm back from the shops. Come down and help me get these damn groceries in."

"Shit! She's in the house. That's unusual," Ken exclaimed, holding his clothes.

"What'll we do?" Holly asked, now petrified at the thought of being discovered in bed with a married man.

"Sssshhh," he ordered, and they listened, hearing the door slam. "She's shitty that I've not come down. She'll think I've done it on purpose. Gone back to the car to bring in a load herself. I'm going upstairs; you get dressed and stay quiet down hear."

Without another word he left the room. Holly rose and quickly located panties, T-Shirt, jean shorts, and shoes. However, she couldn't find her bra.

"Where the hell did he throw it?" she wondered, looking around the room and under the bed.

Feeling she couldn't delay; Holly donned the clothing she'd found and flattened the mattress. Fearing the room smelt of sex, she attempted to open the small window, but found it locked, so moved back into the basement, resuming her work.

"Are you coming down to help me," she heard Marcie call again, now feeling cum leaking out to dampen her panties.

"Yeah alright, alright; I was in the middle of something," Holly was relieved to hear Ken reply, indicating he'd made it upstairs, dressed, and was returning down.

"Is Holly still here?"

"I'm not sure," he lied.

"You down there Holly?"

"Yes Mrs. Armstrong. Just been getting on with it," Holly called back, her heart racing.

"OK, I'll come have a look in a minute. And I told you, call me Marcie."

After that she heard the couple come and go, doors banging. At one point they had a terse conversation.

"They're not getting on," Holly thought, her initial impressions confirmed.

Soon Ken loudly announced that he needed to get back to work and Holly heard the front door bang loudly. Shortly after Marcie came down the stairs. Holly noted she looked flustered, but quickly looked to cover it.

"All good down here?," she asked. "Oh wow Holly. You've really have got on with it. Thanks for this, you're such a good worker. And you've cleared a path to our little bedroom. Did Ken come down to see what you've done?"

"Ummm," Holly delayed, realizing she could trap herself. "No, no he just called down that he was home, and then I think he must have gone upstairs."

"Ok, good! Well he'll be impressed when he sees what you've done. He's been wanting to clear a path through to this little bedroom for ages," Marcie continued, walking across to the door and looking in.

"Hmmm that bed brings back memories," Marcie said. "Did you have a lie on it?"

"Ahhh, yes, yes I did. Got a bit tired, so rested for a couple of minutes. I hope that's alright."

"Of course it is. You're entitled too; the work you've got done down here."

Holly stood there petrified, as her lover's wife continued surveying the room. Holly knew Marcie'd had sex on the bed, and hoped she wasn't able to smell the fact that her husband had now fucked the hired help. To her relief Marcie turned away from the small room, not displaying any concern.

"Ok you've done great, I'll let you finish off and then you come up and I'll give you some money."

For the rest of the afternoon Holly beavered away. Once finished, she admired her work and then returned to the small bedroom, again searching for her bra.

"Fuck!" she cursed. "He must have taken it."

She went upstairs and found Marcie putting the last of the groceries away.

"All done," she told the wife of the man who'd just bedded her.

"Great! Ken phoned and said to give you $300," she said handing over the money.

"Oh that's way too much," Holly said.

"Not at all. He said when he went down to look he saw you'd done a great job. Said we might get you back sometime."

"Oh thanks."

Holly began to feel faint, aware Ken had contradicted her story. She waited for the wife to raise this point, but to Holly's relief Marcie didn't question it. She turned to leave.

"Oh Holly. One thing."

"Yes Marcie."

"Make sure you wear a bra next time. You're a well-developed young woman now, and when there are men around you'll get them all excited. You know what I mean? You've got a lovely body, but there's no need to flaunt it quite so much. Ok?"

"Yes, yes, sorry... I'm ummm..." Holly mumbled, mortified that Marcie felt she was being slutty.

"It's ok. Thanks again for what you've done."

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As she walked the short distance back to her house, Holly's mind swirled with events of that afternoon. Her main concern was what had occurred after her encounter with Ken Armstrong.

"Did Marcie know I had a bra on when I arrived? Did she smell sex in the small room? Holly fretted. "And that bloody Ken. He contradicted my story."

Her phone sounded. Holly looked to see it was Zoe. She hesitated in answering, but eventually she did so.

"Hi Zoe,"

"You finished over at the Armstrong's."

"Yeah, walking home now."

"How did it go this time with Ken."

"No problems. Marcie was home the whole time," Holly lied. "She showed me what to do and paid me. Mr. Armstrong never came home."

"Yes he did," her friend contradicted. "When I drove by his car was parked in the driveway."

"Oh... I..." Holly stuttered, aware she'd been caught out.

"Yeah, I'm not sure I want to know," Zoe continued. "Talk to me about it when you can tell me the whole truth."

"The truth," Holly thought, guilt setting in. "Once was bad enough, but now again, and this time... in his home... their home... and I enjoyed it."