Again he felt her pussy, his fingers outstretched either side of her opening, teasing the little lips, spreading the moisture and thick lubrication around. “Undo my shirt Holly, get me naked.”
“No, please, inside somewhere but not here, I beg you!”
“You want my cock in you?” She nodded silently, feeling the enormity of it against her stomach. “What do you say Holly?” he asked sternly, pulling her hair back again.
“I want your cock Mike,” she replied, struggling against the force of his grip.
“Where Holly, where do you want it?”
“Please Mike!” she cried.
“Tell me what you want and where you want it, Holly. It’s something that I require from you, do you understand?”
“Mike, I want your cock in my pussy!”
“There’s a good girl.” He felt her pussy again, and Holly sensed that she was dripping wet as his fingers seemed to carry her lubrication well past her vagina. She grabbed his hand, dissuading any further exploration.
“I can’t wait!” he shouted, turning her. He positioned her on four barrels arranged in a square, two for her hands and two for her knees. Topless, she balanced carefully as he prowled behind her.
“Please Mike, not here in the courtyard, not where customers can see us,” she pleaded, wet beyond belief at the thought of his aggression and pent up lust for her as her buttocks faced the door of the Public Bar. He walked round to face her, dropped his jeans and pushed himself against her face.
“This is what you do to me Holly, see how hard and huge I am all because of you?” he snarled as the shape of his manhood seemed to stretch from one side of his spotless white underwear to the other. “This is what you want, isn’t it Holly?” She nodded, looking behind to check that nobody was watching. “Say it!”
“Yeah, I want your cock!” she gasped, breathless, heart pounding.
He slipped his underwear down a few inches and the huge cock sprang out against her face. She whimpered in fright then opened her mouth a little. “It’s too big Mike, it’ll hurt me!”
“Suck it Holly, get it wet so that it slides into your little pussy easily. It’s hard because you’re so beautiful, such a sexy woman! That’s it, take it deep into your mouth. Oh yeah, such a great cock-sucker!”
“Inside Mike, not here, I beg of you!” she cried between mouthfuls. He was huge, spotlessly clean and there was no way that she could even take half of him in her mouth. “Please, don’t fuck me in public Mike!” He walked round behind her and slapped her buttocks. “No, please Mike!” She shuddered as he ripped her panties off, leaving them torn around her ankles, exposing her totally to anyone who walked by. His tongue found her pussy, licking down from her vagina to her clit, back and forth as she began to shake on the barrels in time with his strokes. He kicked one of the barrels supporting her knees and spread her legs wider making her buttocks sink even lower. She cried out, knowing her pussy lips were obscenely parted with her juices dribbling out down her leg, her anus on view to the world and her little breasts taut, firm with erect nipples crowning them. His tongue made another pass at her, teasing her clit, probing her pussy then circling around her anus. She cried out in disgust which he mistook for pleasure. He kicked the barrel again, stretching her leg muscles taut as her buttocks dropped another couple of inches.
“Please Mike, no more!”
“Are you ready Holly?”
“Yes, please!”
“Please what Holly?”
“Please fuck me Mike!”
Almost immediately she groaned again, the sound echoing around the little courtyard as the tip of his cock positioned against her pussy, then gripped the barrels with her hands as he thrust straight into her without any further warning. She screamed in pleasure as he pushed deep inside, filling her like nobody had before. She could hear him sighing with pleasure, gripping her hips as he expertly thrust in to her with a regular, unrelenting rhythm.
“Oh, I’ve never felt like this before, it’s never felt this good!” hissed Mike as he pounded in to her. “You’re the sexiest girl on campus Holly, such a perfect figure! I’m gonna come Holly, so much come for you.” The noise of the barrels as they scraped over the concrete floor, their shouts of pain and pleasure, even the blackbirds made sure that the courtyard was far from silent.
“Mike, not inside me, please!” she pleaded, looking back towards him. To her horror there were people coming out of the bar, men and women, holding empty glasses. “Mike, stop please! People are coming!”
“Holly, I have to come in you, you’re just so pretty I can’t help myself! Everybody wants to see you get fucked out here!”
She bowed her head as the faceless people approached and gathered around them, some touching her. “Oh she’s gorgeous Mike, come inside her!”
“No, please, don’t let him do it!” she cried, begging them to stop him.
“Holly, beautiful Holly! I’m coming, I’m going to fill your beautiful body!” he shouted while the customers murmured their approval. “Ah! Ah, here it comes!” he cried as his thrusts faltered then resumed with a renewed ferocity. She could feel his cock expanding even further, driving deeper still as he shot pulse after pulse of his hot seed into her and the audience cheered. Soft, feminine hands held her shoulders firmly so that Mike could thrust into her as deep as possible as she gripped the rims of the barrels with white-knuckled hands.
Her fingers dug deep into her pussy as she came, the thumb raking over her clit as her buttocks lifted up off the bed. Her limbs trembled spastically as each surge of pleasure shot through her and her gasps for breath rasped in time with her orgasm. The hand on her nipple slid down to her buttocks so she could grab herself roughly from behind. As the feeling dissolved into a pure wave of warm pleasure she rolled onto her side, eyes closed, the sunlight now split between the bed and the floor. She trembled, shook and jerked for what seemed like minutes as the climax drifted away to the place it had come from and she sighed with a grin as she pulled the duvet over her. She could feel the wetness on her hand and explored between her buttocks, happy to discover that it seemed to be spread over a far wider area than usual.
Chapter 3
Holly’s final exam started at nine on Thursday morning and lasted three hours. She needed all of the time but didn’t feel panicked or nervous about the questions on the paper or her responses. The students filed out of the large classroom after their papers had been collected, into the sunlight, laughing and joking as for the majority of those assembled, that event marked the end of their college life.
She heard a shout, “Holly!” The voice was Rob’s and she saw him jogging over to her. It wasn’t an exam day for him so she was touched that he had taken the time to find her and catch up. She kissed his lips and slipped her hand into his. “How’d it go, babe?” he asked.
“I think I did OK, no funny questions, nothing that we hadn’t covered at some point, although there was some material from last year that took a while to remember, but I’m happy” she said, swinging her hand with his.
“We should celebrate tonight then!” he said, leading them out to the car park.
“Yeah, but you have one more on Monday don’t you?” she said, looking over at him.
“I know, but I feel like celebrating. We’re one step closer to our big trip!”
“Oh Rob, you should concentrate on doing well in that exam. There’s plenty of time for celebration later,” she said, sensing his hand tighten around her fingers.
“I know then, let’s meet at the Red Lion tonight for a drink. We can talk about it then,” he suggested.
“Hmm, OK, but I can’t be out late, I have to be at the orphanage at eight tomorrow morning.”
“Again? You’re always over there”
“What do you mean? I haven’t been there for about ten days, ever since Reading Period started.” She looked straight ahead, dropping his hand.
“I don’t know, just seems that way” he said, dejected.
“I tell you what. Take me home and I’ll put a budget together for our trip. We can discuss it tonight,” she said with as much cheer as possible.
He dropped her off with a standard kiss and they agreed to meet at seven that evening. In her room, Holly opened a new Excel book and started listing the components of the trip. She looked online for airfares to destinations that seemed to offer a cheap route over to Hong Kong with stops in six cities. She added money for one month’s food and cheap accommodation in each city, plus spending money, insurance, rail travel, entry fees for tourist attractions and then broke it down as an expense per country. She printed it out, saved it then flopped onto her bed. It was three o’clock but the sun was no longer out, the trip was doomed to failure, Addie was right and the evening was going to be horrible.
She showered, changed her clothes, tidied her room and even gathered together some of Rob’s belongings which had drifted into her house. Just as she was leaving she saw a white envelope on the floor by her door with a simple “H” on it, no doubt from Addie. Inside were two twenty dollar bills, and a note saying that she hadn’t been able to get to the shops but hoped that the money made up for all the food she had eaten of hers. They both knew that she had eaten far less than forty dollars of food and Holly was touched by the girl’s kindness and slipped the note into her desk drawer to keep.
She got to the Red Lion just after seven and discovered that Rob hadn’t arrived. At the bar she ordered a small beer and paid cash for it then sat at the bar and watched the TV. Her heart thumped in her chest when the rear door behind the bar opened and Mike emerged. He nodded at her, looked away then turned back and smiled.
“Holly, isn’t it?” he said. She looked up at him, noting that he was indeed in great shape but not as enticing as her imaginary friend.
“Yeah. Mike?”
“Yeah, right! How’s it going?”
“Fine thanks, final exam was this morning.” He wasn’t the catch that she had imagined and the conversation was messing with her fantasy. Maybe in the cellar without quite so much light, maybe tied to a barrel would compensate.
“Ah ha, so now off to make your fortune, eh?”
“Hol!” said a voice behind her, unmistakably Rob. “You got a drink already?”
“Yeah, what do you want?” she asked.
“I’ll have a beer like you thanks” said Rob, nodding at the barman.
“See you later Holly” said Mike as he left through the back door. She nodded at him with a smile. He did have a very nice bum and tight jeans. Maybe tied to the rafters in the basement, naked, inspected and held tight by customers before being serviced by him.
“You OK?” said Rob.
“Sure, how’s your day?”
“Great, got some last minute revision done, thought about a route, you know” he said, taking a seat at a small table away from the door. She sat down next to him and squeezed his leg.
“Did you have any thoughts about costs?” she asked.
“Hol, don’t worry, it’ll sort itself out, I promise.”
“Do you want to see what I worked out?” she said, looking at the label on her beer.
“Go on then, but we can always adjust it, right?”
“Yeah, of course. So how many cities are you thinking of and how long in each?” she asked, as gently as possible. They both knew that the starting point and assumptions would be critical and they had discussed duration and potential cities when the trip had been in the dream stage.
“I dunno. Maybe ten cities over the year, something like that.”
“OK, so I can show you what I worked out for only six cities and six months,” she replied.
“I thought we were going for a year?” he asked, already pouting at the shortened trip.
“Here, these are my quick calculations,” she said, running down the entries with her finger. “Four flights including the return home, eight train rides from city to city, cheap lodging for nights we’re not on the train. Food at fifteen dollars a day each. Entrance fees to tourist sites, subways and bus fares, Internet fees, travel insurance and ten percent contingency.”
“Travel insurance?” he asked.
“In case you get sick or hit by a bus. It pays for your repatriation.”
“Huh, I don’t think we’d need that.”
“Well, just in case. So I make that seventeen thousand six hundred including the contingency” she said, pointing at the total.
“OK, about nine grand each” he said, a little quieter than she had expected.
“No, I mean that’s the cost per person, seventeen grand.”
“That’s dumb, you must have got a formula wrong!” he said, grabbing the sheet of paper.
“Rob, it’s right. It’s a lot of money to spend on a holiday, especially when we don’t have jobs!”
“Come on Hol, you can ask your parents, like I can. A graduation gift or something!”
“Rob, you can’t mean that! My parents don’t have that sort of money to give to me for a holiday, you know that!” She slumped back on her chair, crossing her arms. This was going just as she thought it would when she first saw the total. “Your folks aren’t going to give you seventeen grand for a holiday either are they?”
“They might,” he said, looking across at her. “Hol, I really, really want to go away with you, somewhere other than this country” he said, taking her hand.
She leaned against his shoulder and sighed. “I know you do, but it might have to wait until we’re earning, like when we’ve got jobs.” She was exasperated, trying hard to fathom what on earth he was missing in the simple mathematics of adding up costs to arrive at a total that they can’t ever have a hope of affording. “Have you eaten yet?” she asked.
“No, you?”
“No, shall I order some pizza?”
“Yeah, usual for me please.”
Holly placed the order behind the bar and read through the menu as if thinking about ordering something else. It didn’t seem to matter if the total was seven, seventeen or seventy thousand, Rob knew they could raise the money by magically clicking his fingers. It was heading for a showdown but the time wasn’t right. They needed to settle it once and for all after his last exam. She dropped the menu back onto the counter and returned to his side, smiling and cuddling.
After one more beer each they headed back to Holly’s place. It was always to her place, never his. Rob’s house was shared by two other students who were, in their joint consideration, slobs. Their kitchen was only cleaned when someone needed to cook. Pots, pans and cutlery were tipped into the sink and left for days to fester and after experiencing it on one too many occasions she had vowed never to set foot in the place again unless he found new flat-mates.
Holly guided Rob to the lounge and made tea for both of them then cuddled up next to him on the sofa as they watched TV. His hand slipped over her shoulders as she nestled against his chest, then as he kissed her head, his hand found her left breast and squeezed. To Holly it was a familiar pattern and she wasn’t surprised when he suggested that they might be more comfortable upstairs. She switched off the TV and led him to her room where they dropped their shoes on the floor and got onto the bed. He kissed her lips for a minute or two as his hands wandered over her chest, then slipped up inside her shirt to wrestle with her bra.
Holly moaned, genuinely as it happened, from the attention and the potential of the night. He wouldn’t stay but she would sleep more soundly if they made love. As her shirt rose over her head they grinned at each other in the pleasure of being together. She undid his buttons and pulled his shirt off his shoulders, letting it land on the floor by their shoes and her bra. He had a nice chest, she thought, well defined muscles that she could feel and trace with her fingers. His hand was now between her legs, massaging her pussy through her jeans and panties. With a little variation in mind she laid her head on his chest, making her pussy out of range, then flicked his belt open. She could feel his hardness and stroked along the length of his cock befor
e unzipping him. She kissed his chest then slid down a little further to tease his belly button with her tongue. It was something that she didn’t like herself but it always amused Rob. He sighed and pushed her head lower and she slid her fingers around the head of his cock, earning herself a groan from him as he touched her back. His cock was hard, warm, pointing straight up towards her mouth. Teasing a little she ran her fingers along the length of him while it was still concealed and contained by his underwear. She scratched him with her nails, increasing the pressure to maximize the feeling for him as he played with her hair and tried to reach her left breast. Holly slipped his underwear down, guiding them lower as he raised his buttocks to assist. It was quite some time since she had sucked his cock and thought that for both their amusement she would celebrate her final exam with a special service.
She slid lower and he parted his legs as she took hold of his balls and gently pulled them down and away from his body. The skin stretched on his cock, making it stand up away from his body. She slid another couple of inches and flicked her tongue over the head, tasting the saltiness immediately and then experiencing the waft of foul air that seemed to come from below. This was exactly why she never went down on him, for the simple reason that he didn’t consider it necessary to wash. She gave another little flick and stroke of his cock and then as her breath was running out she surfaced again, kissing up towards his chest. He helped her out of her jeans and slipped her panties off in two quick motions before they both slipped under the covers and burrowed into the bed. Rob slid in between her legs, slapped her breast lightly with his palm and arranged her to receive him. He spat on his hand and wiped his fingers around the top of his cock, then bent down to kiss her lips as he entered her.
“Oh god Hol!” he sighed as he pushed in as far as he could. “You feel so hot, so tight!”
Holly smiled, eyes closed, used to the same comment or a similar variation. He began stroking in and out of her, mauling her breasts and slapped her buttock once for good measure. “God Hol, I’m coming!” he shouted, as he increased the force of his thrusts and kissed her hard. She felt him expand inside her and gripped his shoulders as he came with a scream and several grunts. Ten seconds later he collapsed against her, panting. She wrapped her arms around his back and soothed him while his breathing slowed and he eventually rolled over onto his side. As he dressed she wondered how imaginary Mike could be so much better than the real thing. He kissed her goodnight and went downstairs, banging the door five seconds later. His car drew away and she gazed at the clock which read ten twenty five. After a visit to the bathroom for a shower she went back upstairs, set her alarm for seven, took her pill and turned off the light.
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