Holly's Heart

Never taking her eyes off mine, she wrapped her arm around my waist, pulled me hard to her, forcing my cock down her throat, and using her other hand, pushing her finger deep in my ass. I grabbed her hair, shook violently, and the explosion from my cock was numbing. Rope after roe, spurt after spurt of cum splashed her tongue, the back of her throat, and she swallowed it, every drop. I was dizzy, the room spun, I faded in and out of consciousness. The last thing I remember was sliding down the wall, Calley following me down, still sucking every drop out of my throbbing cock. Panting, I looked at her, her breasts heaving from what had happened. My mind snapped, and I thought that two could play this game. Scooping Calley up, I dumped her on the bed, and before she could react, I knelt, and pushed her open with my tongue, sucking her clit into my mouth, then reaching up, I slid 2 fingers in under my tongue. Her eyes opened wide, and a guttural, animal sound escaped her throat. She was bucking, and gasping for air. I probed further inside her pussy with my tongue. Calley panted, incoherently. I stopped, grabbed the champagne, and drizzled a tiny stream of the bubbly on her clit. This drove her mad as the bubbles exploded on her swollen clit. Taking a mouthful of champagne, I returned the favor. I enveloped her clit with my champagne filled mouth, and teased her with the tip of the now empty champagne bottle. I swallowed the champagne, set the bottle down, and forced my tongue in her as far as it would go. The ensuing orgasm made a sound escape her throat that I am convinced was heard in Denver. She bucked, thrashed, grabbed fistfulls of blanket, my hair, tensed, and collapsed in a twitching heap on the bed.

I was rock hard again by this point. My brain fogged with animal lust, and I could not be sated.

I stood over her, watching her eyes grow wide, she panted, "No! I'm too sensitive! Wait..."

I was beyond hearing. The tip of my cock parted her swollen, sopping wet pussy, and I drove it in all the way on the first push. Her jaw opened as wide as her eyes, and she screamed, "OH MY GOD! I'VE NEVER HAD A COCK THIS BIG INSIDE ME!"

I slammed deeper, and deeper into her, my dick pulsating, I knew it wouldn't be long for either of us. Calley started to tremble, her orgasm building, mine along with it, and with one last push, i arched, and my cock touched a place inside Calley, never before touched, hitting her G-Spot. She wrapped her hands around my neck and shook. I felt her juices washing over my cock, flowing, and I exploded, my cum bursting into her, flooding her pussy. Calley was whimpering, panting, and and speaking in tongues, until we both collapsed on the bed, shaking, and trying to suck all the oxygen out of the thin, high altitude mountain air that we could get into our bodies.

Oozing ourselves under the covers, we fell into a deep, coma like sleep, wrapped around each other.

Needless to say, I brought Calley back with me to my first job back in the States, and a life together. Our first trip back to Illinois was for the Holidays. Having scored time off, we decided to road trip it. Driving the big, old Buick was sheer joy out on the open road. This is what this big bitch is made for!

Upon arrival, Calley met Mom for the first time, and I could tell by Mom's look that she was none too pleased. When David and Holly showed up, I was in the kitchen, fixing myself a generous whiskey, you know, Dutch Courage. I knew I was going to see Holly, but I did not know she was right behind me. Turning around, I stopped. There was Holly, a Goddess. Her curves emphasized by a thick, black, rollneck sweater, a pair of jeans showed the suppleness of her hips, followed by suede kneehigh boots. Her firm tits jutted out, and those hazel eyes... the eyes that set men's desires a flame, now bored into me.

"Holly..."

"YOU ASSHOLE!" She shoved me out the back door, I slipped on the step, and fell on my back into the snow. She grabbed my arm, jerked me to my feet. Stared at me, started to tremble, and as I wrapped my arms around her, tears flowed from both of us. We stood there, with the snow falling on us, holding each other for dear life. The family, wondering what the commotion was about, saw Holly and I holding each other, crying. My aunt, Holly's mom, who worked as a secretary for a local trucking firm, was around truckers all her life, and had the vocabulary to match, broke the silence by saying, "It's about fucking time! Now, can we get back to being one happy fucking family again?"

Time passed, and several conversations with Mom let me know what she thought of Calley. "She's not to be trusted, that one. Watch your heart." It was the last advice Mom gave me. She died the next summer of congestive heart failure, just before our wedding. Things got better with Holly, and our connection picked up where it had left off, for the most part, but she was still reserved.

We talked on the phone often, and she warned me that Calley was trouble. I heard none of it. After a couple of years, David had been caught fucking his best friend's wife, and Holly divorced him. We talked often, and I flew to see her as often as possible. She wasn't too bitter, saying she had a feeling about the two of them, same as she did with Calley.

While on one of my visits, I applied for the position at O'Hare. I couldn't bear to be away from Holly anymore. I got the job, a new car, a new flat, and the move I hoped would bring Calley closer to the family. I was so wrapped up in living the "good" life, I didn't see the signs that my wife was a whore, and would fuck anything with a dick. So, now, what is past is prologue, bringing us to the beginning, where I had left Calley, and was answering the phone to Holly's call...

"Holly, this isn't a good time..." She heard my voice tremble, as I tried to stifle my crying.

"Rick, what happened?!" I gave her the full details on Calley, Dennis, the kid drilling her, and the divorce I was planning. She asked me to come over to her house, and I promptly refused.

"Rick. Get. Over. Here. NOW!"

Fuck my life. I reached down, downshifted from 6th to 4th, dumped the clutch, floored the gas, cut across 3 lanes, to much honking, swearing, and the obligatory Chicago Middle Finger, and screamed onto the ramp for Westbound I-90 toward the Northwest Suburbs.

Holly met me at the door, guided me to the couch, sat me down, and the floodgates opened. I cried, yelled, screamed, swore, and let out all the pent up rage, betrayal, and heartache I had carried for years, and finally crashed, exhausted, Holly led me to her bed, and I passed out. Holly laid next to me, holding me, caressing my hair as I slept.

The next morning, waking up after being put through the emotional ringer, I staggered out of Holly's bedroom, exhausted, but feeling better. I had no idea what time it was, but I woke up, and Holly had left me alone. Deep down, that felt wrong. Despite her being my cousin, the only place I have ever felt safe was with Holly. It's that connection again, the one I have never been able to explain.

"I've unloaded your car, and hung up your clothes. We can worry about the rest later." I was stunned. What the hell was she doing?! I was, to put it bluntly, a fucking mess, and she sure as hell didn't need a wreck like me to sort out. Besides, I couldn't think around her, and I needed to figure out how to get the hell out of Chicago, and the memories. Maybe I could sign on in London again?

We sat down to a quiet breakfast, Holly staring at me like I was under a microscope. We chatted about nothing in particular, until we started to clean up. She kept looking at me, her brow furrowing, deep in thought.

During my shower, I was thinking of how I was going to explain that I was thinking of leaving, going back overseas. It wouldn't go well. Holly and I were close, but she seemed distant since my return those years ago, her marriage, and my marriage included in the rift between us. Stepping out of the shower, I dressed, and decided to talk about it over the weekend.

Holly had told me to stay with her, while sorting out my divorce. I had decided that on my time off, I'd do some needed repairs around the house she bought with the proceeds from her split with David. A couple of days went by, and I had finally worked up the courage to tell her. Walking into the kitchen, I looked a Holly, took her by the hand into the living room, sat her down on the couch and said, "Look, Holly, I'm thinking about going back to London. I'm torn up inside, and I'm..."

I could see her get up from the chair, pace quickly, her lips moving but no words coming out. I knew, once again, I had hurt her.

"Holly, I...."

As long as my ass looks south, I swear I'll never know where that haymaker came from. My best guess is somewhere from the next block over. Next thing I knew, the side of my jaw exploded, and I fell back onto the couch with such force, the couch tipped over backwards, flipping me ass over applecart on the floor behind. That red hair of her's is no lie, as the temper that goes with it lept over the couch, pinned me to the floor, beating on my chest, while sobbing with pent up fury, and hurt.

"I FINALLY GET YOU BACK IN MY LIFE, AND YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE! I LOVE YOU! I'VE LOVED YOU MY WHOLE LIFE! I NEVER SHOULD HAVE MARRIED DAVID! YOU! YOU! THAT'S WHO I WANT! I ALWAYS HAVE! I DROVE YOU AWAY, AND INTO THE ARMS OF THAT WHORING CUNT!"

My head swam. What was she saying?! She wanted me?! She felt the same as I felt?! All question, implications, and moral leanings of loving my cousin left me in one moment. I reached up, grabbed her by the neck, and pulled her to me, kissing her, trying to tell her with all my feelings, pent up all those years with my lips.

"Don't!" she mumbled. "You'll leave me!"

"Look at me! Look in my eyes! I'm never leaving you!" The words were out of my mouth before I realized it, but when the echo of those words came back, I realized I meant them. They came from a place deep down in my soul, never touched by anybody but Holly, walled off to the world.

She stared down, deep in my eyes, unlocking the very part of my soul that was her's, and her' alone. Her lips trembling, I pulled her to me and kissed her. The kiss became harder, more intense, our tongues intertwining, dancing as if to a love song all their own. Soon, the kiss became harder, so much more intense, beyond a fever. We were consumed. Years of pent up frustration, and love went nuclear. A red haze clouded my eyes, and I was consumed by a fire raging in my heart, my soul.

We were crazed. Clothes were being torn off, and we saw only each other's need. My mouth moved down her neck, kissing, biting as her hands pulled my hair, guiding, forcing my mouth to every place she wanted. My hands cupped, her milky white, freckled breasts. Her dark pink nipples stood out, begging to be touched, pinched, sucked.

I worked my mouth down, and took a nipple in my mouth, curled my tongue around it, and all the while sucking it with gradually more force.

"Fuck yes! Suck my tits!" Holly arched her back, driving her breasts into my face, smothering me with those 38D's. Her fingers raked through my hair, yanking, pulling hard, forcing me to do her bidding. Tracing my tongue down, teasing her navel slipped me out of the reach of the insane creature trying to rip my hair out by the roots. Grabbing her by the hips, I flipped Holly over on her back in one quick move. Sliding down, I slipped between her legs, and saw the slightest trimmed tuft of red hair. The scent of her arousal was like no other aphrodisiac. I just barely touched the tip of my tongue to her swollen pussy, and those elegant fingers of hers grabbed, and pulled my hair again, forcing my face down to her soaked pussy.

"All right," I thought, "you want it, hang on, because you're going to get it!"

As I sucked her engorged clit into my mouth, I extended my tongue, parting her open, forcing it in, tasting her sweet nectar. Reaching under us with my hand, I slipped my middle finger into her, making it wet. Slowly retracting my now soaked finger, I forced my tongue back in her, searching for her G-Spot, and slipping my wet finger slowly into her ass. Holly's eyes snapped open wide, "No, Rick, I... OH MY GOD!!!!! FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!"

Holly bucked like a bull let out of the chute, and I wrapped my arm around her leg, and held on like a Bronco going for the 8 seconds. Suddenly, Holly arched her back, stiffened, as little squeaks of yet to be formed words escaped her open throat. Suddenly, I was blasted in the face, swallowing what I could, as Holly squirted all over me. Spasms wracked her body, and a scream escaped her... "RRRIIICCCCKKKK! FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!"

Holly collapsed suddenly, and gasped for air, her pale, breasts heaving, as if she was trying to capture all the oxygen out of the air around us. Seizing my chance, I hovered over her, slid up, and pushed the pulsing head of my 8 inch cock against her wet, swollen, over stimulated slit.

Gasping for air, small, heaving begging escaped her mouth, "Rick, wait! I'm too sensitive! Give me just a..."

I pushed forward, sliding slowly, but not stopping. All 8 inches were deep inside her. Holly's hands snapped around my neck,and clasped together. She arched her back, eyes wide, boring into mine. A guttural growl, almost Satanic sounding escaped her. Her eyes flashed, and for a moment I saw her soul, and knew she owned me.

Holly bucked her hips, forcing me to slam into her, driving my cock deeper into her, where no man had reached. The sounds coming from her were pure instinct, as was her body. Locking her legs around my waist, Holly forced my back to bend, and drive me deeper into her.

I heard a growl, "Cum in me, NOW!!!!!" Holly's body started to tremble, shake, quiver. The fire burned in me deep down, I couldn't hold out.

"Holly, Baby, I'm...."

"FUCKING CUM NOW!!!!! OWN ME AS I OWN YOU!!!!!"

I went off like a star going nova. Wave after wave wracked my body, emptying rope after rope, explosion after explosion of my cum filling her, my primal seed pouring into her womb. She howled, screamed, and at the top of her lungs declared, "YOU'RE MINE FOREVER! I OWN YOUR HEART AND SOUL!!!!" She did, and I knew it.

The room spun, and I blacked out, sliding off of her, gasping in a heap, lying face down in a pool of our sweat, shared cum, and passion.

"Rick, Rick, wake up!" I slowly opened my eyes, and there was my love, my red headed vixen, chest heaving, gulping air. I scooped her up in my weak, shaking arms, pulled her to me, and kissed her, so softly, so lovingly.

"So, my wife, what do we do for an encore?" Her eyes flashed open at the use of the word 'wife'.

"Wife?!"

"You don't think I did that just to be fuck buddies, do you?"

Holly broke out into a smile, eyes filling with tears, "I've missed you, Baby."

We lay there, until we finally we gathered enough strength, and held each other up, staggering down the hall, and collapsing in bed, exhausted, and passing out.

The next morning, I felt Holly stir, her fingertips tracing my swollen jaw where she decked me.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry!"

Yeah, that was going to leave a mark, but after her begging me to forgive her, with the sweetest, softest most gentle love making, I lay there as Holly slept, watching her. I knew what had to be done, and slid out of bed, quickly showered, dressed, and bolted for my car. Before leaving, I left her a note...

"I'll be back soon, promise...

Love,

Your Husband..."

I walked in the door, and found Holly in the kitchen, getting ready to cook a meal for us. "Put that away. I'm taking you out! We have reservations in 2 hours, so get dressed."

Holly hopped in the shower, and I snuck in quietly, listening to her hum love songs. Carefully, I soaped up my hands, reached up, and caressed those amazing breasts that I loved, and would be fucking soon. She gasped, purred, leaned back into me.

"We're NOT going to make that reservation if you keep that up!" I spun her around, kissing her her, then slowly breaking the kiss, I stepped out, sliding the shower door shut, I toweled off. As i watched the steam envelope her, I couldn't help but reach my hand in, and crank the cold water to full.

Holly shrieked. "YOU..."

"Hurry up!" I closed the door to cut off any retort she may have had, giggling the whole time. When Holly appeared from the bedroom, dressed, my breath was stolen from me. She wore a black dress, short enough to be sexy, yet elegant. Her legs were covered by the sheerest black stocking, with perfectly vertical seams, and black spiked heels with tall straps that just said, "Fuck me now!"

Her breasts threatened to push out from the low, yet modest neckline, and a gold chain with a green pendant dangled at the start of her cleavage.

"Am I dressed for where we are going?"

When I caught my breath, I sauntered over, circling her slowly, appraising, and undressing her with my eyes at the same time.

"Amazing," I said. "However, there is one thing missing..."

Holly looked herself over trying to figure out what I was looking for. When she looked up, she saw me on one knee, holding open a small box, a gold ring with a diamond inside glistened at her. Her hands flew up to her mouth, eyes wide...

"Holly Ann Michaels, would you do the honor of marrying me, being my wife, sharing my life, and walking through this world with me hand in hand?"

She nodded, and said, "Yes!" Tears streamed down her face. "Baby, stop. You'll mess your make up!"

"She hugged me, and asked for a minute to go and fix herself up.

Off to dinner we went. I had made reservations in the city at a great Italian restaurant that was famous in Chicago. We followed that up by dancing to swing music at the Green Mill. Arms wrapped around each other, we left for home. Sooner than later, the penny had to drop, and we needed to have a conversation about where we were going with us. Holly started...

"Rick, do you really want to marry me?"

"Holly, I've loved you longer than I've even known myself. I realized today, while buying you the ring, that the only reason I married Calley was to run from you. You had David, and it was destroying me. When Calley and I met, I really thought she would be the one, but we know how that went." A look of pain crossed my face for a brief second, but Holly saw it, and responded.

"Rick, I'll never hurt you, or leave you. However, if you are going to marry me, you're going to have to divorce that bitch first." She gave me a sly look, and we both burst out laughing.

"How are we going to explain this to our family? What happens if you get pregnant? What if..." Holly put a finger to my lips to silence me. "Rick, your parents have passed away, mine have been gone for a few years, all we have left are cousins, and if they don't like it... fuck 'em. We'll live our lives happy, and in love."

All of a sudden, she looked at me horrified, "My God! Did you want kids? I can't, I'm..."

I leaned over, and silenced her with a kiss. "I have you, and that's all that matters."

The rest of the ride, we sang with the oldies blaring through the radio, gentle teasing, touching, and caresses gave way to heavy petting, and groping. We barely made it in the door, when we started pawing at each other, clothes being virtually ripped off one another. Kisses, pressing into each other with unbridle lust, passion, and love were consuming us. Grabbing Holly, I forced up against a wall, pinning hers hands up. My mouth greedy, and hungry, kissed her lips, nibbed passionately at her neck, leaning down, sucking hard, taking turns at each nipple, all the while hearing Holly's breathing getting heavier, gasping for air, and moaning with ecstasy. I reached around the back of her legs, and without warning, impaled her on my cock, sliding all of me into Holly's warm, wet pussy in one quick thrust.