Strange Days Ch. 48-50

Holly gave me a knowing grin. "I think you wanna fuck me."

I grinned back and nodded. "Yes, please."

Her grin widened into a cute smile. "Okay then."

Holly shuffled back to stand at the foot of the bed, kicking off her sandals. She crossed her arms under her chest and peeled off her cutoff tee shirt. Oh my gawd, she had the cutest boobs. They were smaller than mine, but perfectly round, and so unbelievably perky. They were so firm that her nipples angled up slightly. They were small but harder than any nipples I'd ever seen. With her shirt off, Holly proved that while she was a tiny young woman, she was pretty damned fit. She wasn't as athletically toned as Sarah, but still.

She smiled as I watched her open the snaps of her shorts and pushed them down her hips and thighs, and from what I could tell, she wasn't wearing underwear. She bent over as she pushed her shorts down her legs, so I couldn't see what lay between her thighs. But gawd, did I ever want to. I think she knew what she was doing too, teasing me, because she grinned.

Kicking her shorts away, Holly crawled up the bed. I still hadn't gotten a look at her sex though. I watched her cute little body move as she straddled me, and couldn't help but run my hands up her thighs to her hips. Holly gave me a sweet smile, then straightened up, her hands settling over mine.

My gaze slid down her body, so small and tight, and finally, between her legs. She had a tiny upside-down triangle of dark hair just above her perfect little pussy. She was clearly aroused, since her labia were parted and what lay between them glistened with moisture. I liked my lips, wondering what she tasted like.

"We can do that later," she grinned, as though sensing my thoughts. "But for now..." she said softly, lowering her hips. Her wet folds seared the base of my shaft with heat. "Let's see what we can teach you."

I was helpless as Holly slowly slid her warm wet cleft up my shaft. The feel of her against me threw my head back, tore a groan from my chest, curled my hands into her thighs. Jeezus, she was hot! My cock throbbed so powerfully I thought it might explode. I was about to look at her again, but felt her soft sex slip over my crown. She rolled her hips, somehow catching me at her opening. She moved and I felt her hard little nipples rub over my chest, then one of them brushed against my chin.

It hit me then that if she was that far up my body but still had me lodged at her opening, I was still very long. She wasn't going to fuck me like that, was she? There was no way that could be comfortable for her. Just as I was about to ask her, Holly pushed her hips back a touch, and I began to slip inside her, but only a little, not even enough to take the head of my cock into her body.

"Holly," I gasped, lifted my hips, needing to be inside her, the promise of her unbelievable heat almost unbearable. But she rose up, letting my hard length fall to my stomach, then she lowered her small tight body against me.

"Wanna hear a secret?" she asked softly, caressing my aching cock with her body.

I opened my eyes to look at her and nodded.

Holly sat up so and took my shaft in her hands, pulling it up so that it lay flat against her torso. My cock was huge, thicker than when I was with Violet, and as long as when I was with Paula. The tip of my dick, drooling with arousal, sat just beneath her perky little breasts. I flicked a nervous gaze up to Holly. She lowered her body back down to me, crawled up again, and once more fit me at her hot center. She had to crawl so far up my body that my nose was level with her cleavage, and her hands were pressed into the bed above my head.

"I'm too big," I gasped, feeling her pushing her hips back, her searing folds just beginning to stretch around my tip.

"The secret, Amy," she began, rotating her hips again, caressing my swollen tip with her little cunt, slipping me just a little inside her. She locked her gaze with mine. "Is that we have been made for sex."

And with that, Holly pushed back. My cock plunged inside her. She was so fucking tight, but I felt her opening for me, her incredible heat surrounding me, snug and slick. She must have taken about half of me inside her. As she shuffled down my body on her hands and knees, I expected to hit the end of her at any moment, but then she leaned back and slowly impaled her body onto length. The journey inside her was deliciously slow, seeming to take forever, my throbbing pole pushing, pushing, and pushing, deep and deeper, almost endless, her hot cunt so snug, so slick, and so very tight.

To my amazement, her heavenly little pussy slid down my shaft until her lips kissed my smooth mound.

"Oh gawd, that's good," she moaned, eyes closed, back arced in a lovely line, her small breasts thrust up to the ceiling.

I shook my head. There was no way she had just done that, no way she had taken me completely inside her. I'd seen how big I was. Not only was I too wide, but I was way too fucking long. My cock should have been poking up into her chest. It must have changed size again. There was no other way to explain it.

"How...?" I tried to ask, but Holly began rotating her hips, massaging my length inside her. I tried again, "Did I get smaller for you?"

Holly grinned down at me. "Let's see."

She shuffled over me, getting her feet under her. The movement made me slip out of her, about half of me, I think.

"Give me your hands," she said, shivering around my pole.

I held my hands out and Holly pressed her palms into mine, lacing our fingers together. I'd seen people have sex like this before, but had never done it myself. I braced my arms to support her. Holly pushed against my hands for leverage, used her legs to lift herself up. My wrist hurt, but it was so worth it. My long hard length slid out of her, until just the end of me remained inside her.

Holy shit. I was still thick, still so long.

"Are you watching?" she asked, but she was looking down between us.

"Uh-huh," I breathed.

Slowly, Holly lowered her hips. My cock gradually pushed inside her, inch by agonizing inch. It was unreal how long it took her to fully sheath me in her hot little pussy. So fucking deep. Amazing.

When her smooth little mound was kissing mine, Holly straightened up again, released my hands to smooth hers down my breasts and stomach. I shook my head at her, unable to believe I could be that deep in her body.

Holly laid her hand just beneath her breasts, voice low and husky, "You're right here."

I shook my head again. "That's not possible."

She grinned. "Honey, you'd be surprised by what's possible for us."

And with that, she laid over me again, holding herself up with her arms, and she began rocking back and forth. My thick cock slid in and out of her as she rode me, fucked me with her perfect little cunt, so hot, so wet, and so damned tight. The feel of her, and knowing how impossibly deep inside her I was, threw my head back, bowed my spine.

"Tell me when you're close," she sighed.

"Mm-hmm," I moaned, unable to speak or open my eyes.

I grabbed her hips and began fucking into her, harder, faster. Holly settled her body lower. Her breasts rubbed over my cheek and I turned my head to capture one in my mouth, wrapped my arms around her body, held her tight and suckled her perky little tit.

"Oh gawd, yes," she groaned, cunt squeezing me, milking me.

I felt pressure building inside me, glorious heat. I released her nipple and gasped, "Close."

"Don't cum," she told me, breathing harder, faster.

"What?" I blinked my eyes open.

Holly pushed up onto her arms and looked down at me, eyes glazed over with ecstasy, gasping as she fucked me. "Don't cum. Hold back...until...I tell you."

I thrust harder, faster. My knee was really starting to ache, so I couldn't fuck her as hard as I wanted to, but still, she felt so damned good. I grinned up at her. "Is this...another secret?"

She grinned back. "Oh, yes."

My cock lurched inside her, swelled.

"Oh shit," she turned her head, frowned with concentration. "I'm gonna cum."

I nodded, managed to fuck her just a little bit harder, just a little bit faster. My knee was going to be killing me tomorrow, but it was so worth it. She was so much smaller than me, so tiny, petite. I wanted nothing more than to throw her on her back and use her cute little body to spill my cum.

"Remember...what I told you," she groaned between pounding thrusts of my cock into her little body.

I nodded, felt the pressure inside me reaching unbearable levels. She felt too good, too warm, too wet. I couldn't hold back much longer.

"Gawd, Amy," Holly whimpered. "Don't cum. Not yet."

"Holly!" I groaned.

She was going to cum. I wanted her to cum, needed her to cum, and I wanted to cum with her. It took every ounce of my willpower to stave off release.

"Uhhngawd!" she groaned so loudly, lay down against me, her face on my chest.

Her tight little cunt went berserk and bathed my pounding length with incredible heat. I remembered what she told me, wanted to fill her absolutely, stuff her full of hard thick cock. I throbbed inside her, felt myself swelling, felt her get that much tighter, but at the same time, felt her body adapt.

Holly screamed into my chest, came even harder. Her entire body shook, her muscles locked, and her tiny pussy milked my aching length. I needed to cum so bad. I'd never been this close to climax for this long. There was no way I could hold back any longer.

"Holly," I gasped, still pounding into her, every plunge of my thick pole into her small body knocking a whimpering moan out of her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. "Gonna cum."

"Yes!" she hissed, hugged my head to her chest again. "Cum for me!"

I tightened my arms around her, held her close, and I let go. Searing cum roared up my shaft and spilled into Holly in an impossibly long stream, filling her in nearly an instant. My cock bucked again and thick cream gushed out of her pussy, flowing over my groin in a warm gooey wave that poured over my hips and stomach, and still I came. It felt so fucking good, was so overwhelming, that I became lost in the feel of so much hot cum roaring out of me and into Holly.

I couldn't possibly tell you how long I came. I only know that when it was over, both of us trying to catch our breath, we were lying in a thick puddle of warm cum that stretched from my ribs to my thighs.

"Oh my gawd," Holly whimpered and kissed the side of my head.

"Holy shit," I laughed breathlessly. "That was unreal."

"Some secret, huh?" she sighed.

I laughed again, smoothed my hand down over her perfect little ass. I was still hard, still so deep inside her. I caressed her cute little butt with both hands and pushed down, grinding my thick length against her cum-drenched walls. Holly cooed and kissed my neck. I couldn't move much, but I managed to give her a slow pump of my dick. Then I realized something.

"Hey," I said, rubbing her back. "Is this why Trevor fits me so perfectly now?"

"Uh-huh," Holly nodded against the side of my head. She pushed up onto her elbow to blink teary eyes at me, face flushed with the intensity of her cum. Gawd, she was cute. "Every dildo I use is perfect for me now, no matter how small or large."

"Really?" I blinked, then remembered something else. "Sometimes it feels like I'm tighter than others."

She smiled. "It's what you wanted then."

"Or what he wanted?" I asked, moving my hands to her hips, grinding up against her, inside her.

Holly shook her head, eyes fluttering shut briefly while I teased her steamy cunt with my still hard length. "No. The one thing I've learned...jeezus, Amy...from Helena is that Freyja's gift is all about us, about women." She laid her hand on my chest, hips moving with me now. "Your body simply knows what women want, what they need. Her gift empowers us to give pleasure, and to take it. It's that last part that helps sex with Trevor be so good."

I nodded. It made sense.

Putting her hands on my stomach, Holly pushed upright and began to ride me, just an inch or two of my dick, but enough that it felt oh so good. "Of course, guys just don't do it for me, so I can't speak from experience in that regard, but what you describe happens to me and my artificial friends."

I giggled, but only briefly. I was a little to overwhelmed by the feel of her riding me.

"Hey," Holly said softly, pausing above me. I looked up at her and she gave me a crooked smile. "Thanks."

"For what?" I asked.

"For not letting me be the only one with this gift," she replied, then she kissed the tip of my nose.

It was a sweet gesture, one of fondness and friendship, the first for us. Funny, I'd never made a friend by fucking them, which we did again. Of course, thetruegesture of friendship was more likely to be that Holly helped me clean up the horrible mess we'd made of the bed before Mom got back. The sheets were completely soaked through with cum, and we had to clean the mattress too.

Glancing at the pile of heavy cum-soaked sheets and towels, I was damned glad we had a washer and dryer. I'm pretty sure Sarah's dad never would have imagined it would have been used for that though.

Chapter 49

Violet and Holly stayed at the apartment that night, screwing like bunnies, of course. Sarah and I were both too tired to do anything ourselves, but we cuddled and laughed quietly at the sound of their lovemaking. Sarah and I were both intimately familiar with the sounds Violet made during sex, and it was amusing to hear it from an outsider's perspective. I'll admit though, what Iwantedto do was watch, not just listen, mostly because I was fascinated by the mental image of tiny little Holly with a dong big enough for Violet. I kept picturing her petite frame standing there with a cock hanging to her knees, the weight of it tipping her over.

They hung around the day after too, then went back to Holly's apartment. Paula got back the same night they left. Her time with Johnny had gone really well. She wasn't comfortable staying at the sorority house yet. Even though she would be surrounded by girls there, they weren't really her friends. They didn't make her feel safe. We were more than happy to have her with us.

Paula had me worried though. She was having nightmares, of being restrained in all manner of ways; tied up, handcuffed, taped, bound and gagged in any way she could imagine. Young men, sometimes Todd and his friends, sometimes faceless, always surrounded her, having their way with her, fondling her. Sometimes they would try to rape her, but she would wake up just before the horrific act. She was sleeping, but not well. It didn't take much prodding on mine and Sarah's part to convince Paula she should talk to someone. She called Detective Willis and he arranged for her to meet with a psychologist. He also asked her how I was doing, if I needed to talk to anyone, but she told him I was fine.

The next week and a half took absolutely forever to end. Every day, I was acutely aware that Trevor was one more day closer to coming back, and that Mom was one more day closer to leaving. A big part of me didn't want her to go. It was wonderful having her around. On the other hand, having her around all the time was putting a major dent in my sex life. I still hadn't gotten the chance to try any of my newly learned tricks with Sarah.

The last day Mom was with us, she treated me to a hot bath and helped me shave, and by 'helped me shave' I mean that I lounged in the tub and let her do all the work.

I had one leg up on the lip of the tub. Mom was just about finished with it when I asked her, "Mom, do you think it's possible to be in love with two people at the same time?"

Mom chuckled, eyes on my leg as she smoothed the razor under my calf, "Whoa. Déjà vu."

I laughed. She was right. After getting home from the hospital, I'd been in this very tub, with Mom shaving me, talking to her about Sarah and Trevor.

"Well?" I prodded.

Mom shrugged a shoulder and patted my leg. I lowered it into the water. Mom rinsed my leg off, hands kneading at my stiff muscles until the whole leg turned to putty. That was always the best part about Mom shaving my legs - it included a message, and she was great at it. I propped the other one up on the opposite side of the tub. "It's never happened to me, but I take it you have a better idea now of how you feel about Trevor?"

I nodded, watched her lather up my other leg with shaving cream and got to work. "It hit me a little over a week ago, when he was leaving." I smiled at the memory. "I love him, Mom."

"Well, sounds to me like you have your answer, sweetie," she smiled up at me, shaving my thigh.

"Yeah," I said, deep in thought. Mom shaved the rest of my leg, then rinsed it off and massaged it. "I just wonder what our future would be like, you know?"

"Want me to do the rest of you?" She asked.

Wow. That caught me off guard. She was the one that taught me how to do it without hurting myself, or missing anything, but she hadn't shaved me down there in a long time. Part of me wanted to shy away from her offer, but the majority of me warmed up to the idea, to be close to her again, to feel safe and loved.

"You don't mind?" I asked eagerly.

"Not at all, baby," Mom smiled and stood up, offered me her hand, helping me stand up in the tub. "Now what do you mean?"

She kneeled beside the tub and I put my hand on her shoulder for balance, then propped my foot up on the lip of the tub. Mom gently applied shaving cream between my legs.

"Well, assuming a perfect world," I began, watching as she set the razor on my skin just above my mound and delicately drew it down and under. My mom was really good at this. I actually trusted her shaving my nether region more than I trusted myself. "Let's start with who would marry who?"

Mom paused with the razor to chuckle. "Unless those new same sex marriage laws get passed, that one's easy."

"Good point," I conceded, watching her expertly shave the rest of my mound, then started worked at the rest of me. "Okay, how about this; who has the baby?"

Mom paused again, flicked a nervous glance up at me. "You aren't thinking of having a baby, are you?"

"No," I smiled and rolled my eyes at her. "But it's a valid concern."

Mom finished the final pass of the razor and set it aside. Using a washcloth, she wiped away the remnants of shaving cream, then she gently ran her fingers over my mound and labia, and under, testing her work. I'd always been fascinated with these times with my mother. It was very intimate, sure, but never erotic. That we were comfortable enough to do this together made me proud of our relationship.

Besides, if Sarah had been the one shaving me, she'd be making me soaking wet with her fingers right about now, coercing me to have sex with her. Not that it would take much coercion.

Okay, it wouldn't take any at all.

"Honestly?" Mom said and helped me back down into the tub. I raised my arm so that she could shave underneath it. "I have zero suggestions on that one."

"I guess it would be easy if we wanted two kids," I thought out loud.

"Oh," Mom chuckled. "Because then each of you would have one?"

"Something like that, yeah," I snorted.

"I suppose," she shrugged, rinsing my arm pit and getting up to come around to the other side of the tub. "But you have plenty of time to work that out." She quirked an eyebrow up at me. "Right?Lotsof time?"

"Oodles," I grinned.

With the shaving done and the bathwater getting cool, Mom helped me up and out and dried me off. Normally, this was when she would sit me in front of the vanity to brush my hair, but with my head shaven, that wasn't going to happen. Instead, she made us tea and we sat on the couch, just talking, mostly catching me up on the latest family news. She hadn't told anyone what had happened to me, at my request. I was pretty thankful for that. Our family wasn't very big, but I had four big farm-bred cousins down in Kansas that would storm up to New York and make Todd and his friends "disappear" if they got word of my current condition. In fact, they'd probably end up being fertilizer for my cousins' farms.