Shake That Tree Page 18

  “Can I ask you something?” said Jules as she gazed down her.

  “Sure.”

  “OK, don’t freak out, but can I give you a good morning kiss?” Holly nodded and closed her eyes as the girl slowly laid her lips onto her in the gentlest way possible. A thrill of passion ran through her and she thought of Billy, wondering what she might say. She wouldn’t really need to tell her about just one kiss and pushed the thought out of her mind as she ran her fingers through Jules’ long black locks.

  “You’re so warm, you feel so good against me,” said Holly. She moved Jules to her side and slipped her knee between her legs as Jules touched her breasts. She tried to slow down her exploration of the girl but it was quite useless, her hands needed to feel everywhere and as quickly as possible. Jules kissed her hard and squeezed her breasts again while Holly grabbed the girl’s buttocks and pulled. Then she felt Jules’ nails scratching at her, down between her breasts, over her stomach, past her navel then resting at her clit.

  Jules gasped, smiling, staring at Holly. “Oh god, yeah, you’re shaved!” Holly nodded, bringing her knee up onto Jules’ leg which opened her pussy up wider. ‘When did you do that, it so beautifully sooth!”

  “Oh I don’t know, maybe two days ago?”

  “Oh you dirty girl, while you were at Billy’s?”

  Holly looked up at her. “Yeah, but how did you know?”

  “Your Dad showed me the pictures here,” she said, turning to nod at the wall. She turned a little more and pointed at Billy. “There, he mentioned that’s where you were. I’d wanted to see a picture of you. He pointed out Maggie and Jenny as well”

  Holly nodded, then frowned. “Jenny?”

  “Yeah, here,” said Jules, correctly pointing at Jenny, standing next to Billy.

  “He doesn’t know who Jenny is, she wasn’t at the school when I was there and I’ve never told him which one she is in these pictures.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Course I’m sure,” said Holly, mystified. Jenny knew Billy and Holly knew Billy. But the only thing they had in common as far as Holly knew was the video of Jenny and the girl. The one who had run away. She sat up, her heart thumping in her chest. “Oh my god, roll over!” She pushed Jules onto her stomach and pulled her hair out of the way. “Fuck, it’s you! Oh my good god, you’re the runaway girl” The robin tattoo was clearly visible between her shoulder blades. Jules rolled back over and panic was etched across her lovely face.

  “Shh! Hol, please, I beg you!” said Jules, grabbing her arm and pulling her close. “Please Hol!” Holly sank back down on the pillow, shocked, delighted, amazed that of all the places this lovely girl should end up in her bed. “How did you know about my robin?”

  Holly considered how should might answer without implicating several friends and simply said “I saw a video.”

  “Oh shit. The one of me and Jenny?”

  Holly nodded. “Billy has the only copy. She showed it to me while I was there.”

  “You and Billy watched it together?” Holly nodded, grinning impishly at her. “What did you think?”

  She had no idea how to answer. Part of her wanted to tell Jules that she had the most amazing orgasm of her young life as she watched Jules coming, but felt that might be premature. As she was trying to decide, Jules got up and slipped her nightie on.

  “Toilet,” she said.

  “Again?”

  “Yup! Excitement does that to me.”

  Holly was still staring at the ceiling when Jules returned, crossed the little room and stood by the side of the bed, grinning down at her. As Holly watched, Jules pulled the hem of her nightie up, revealing her pussy and the signature landing strip. As it rode higher, the flat of her stomach came into view and very slowly, the underside of her breasts. Holly groaned at the sight and reached out to her, touching her leg. Jules lifted higher, showing her hardened nipples and then finally the pale blue nightie was up over her head, tumbling to the floor.

  Jules pulled the sheet down, exposing Holly’s body but not before Holly’s hands had managed to cover her breasts and pussy. “Oh jesus, you look so very beautiful,” said Jules. “Hey, don’t be shy Hol, let me see.”

  Holly slowly moved her hands from her breasts and her heart skipped a beat as Jules sat down on the side of the bed, took her hand in her own and placed it back on her breast. She guided Holly’s hand slowly over the nipple as she looked into her eyes and smile.

  “What did you see?”

  “When?” asked Holly.

  “The video.”

  “You were with Jenny. Billy said she took the video.” Jules held out her hand and nodded. “Give me your hand.” Holly understood and slowly offered her hand to Jules, leaving her pussy uncovered. Jules brought her hand up to her mouth and sucked Holly’s middle finger. Holly breathed in deeply, affected beyond measure by the simple action. The sight of her finger disappearing into the girl’s warm wet mouth was intoxicating and without thinking she relaxed her legs, allowing more of the shape of her bald pussy to be exposed.

  “What else?” asked Jules as her hand roamed from the girl’s breasts down over her stomach. Holly’s attention was still on her finger and the feeling as Jules’ slowly suckled it was arousing her. She gazed from the finger down to the girl’s magnificent breasts and back up to her eyes which fluttered with pleasure. She felt Jules’ hand move past her navel and suddenly realised that her legs were already wide apart, anticipating her touch. Thoughts of Billy came back and she mentally apologised for what might happen, arguing that it would only be for a day at the most and that Jules could never take her place.

  Holly gasped as two fingers slid either side of her vagina, gently stroking her pussy lips, lightly touching her while her bottom rose from the bed to meet the caress. “Oh god!” she sighed, giving in to temptation.

  “You’re baby-soft Hol,” said Jules and in one motion she swung Holly round so that her legs dangled off the bed and kneeled between them. Jules leaned in towards her and kissed just above her clit. “What else did you see?”

  “Jenny. Oh god Jules, yes,” moaned Holly as Jules kissed along her inner thighs and then placed her hands underneath, encouraging Holly to rest her legs on her shoulders. “Oh!” she panted, now fully aroused with her legs wide and her bottom up off the bed. “Jenny, kissing your pussy. Looked so beautiful! Oh shit yeah!” Holly grabbed her breasts and massaged the nipples hard, shooting mild pain through her body which seemed to both hurt and arouse.

  “What was Billy doing while you watched?”

  “Jules, please!” gasped Holly, aroused by the questions but focused on her the bubbling of her developing orgasm.

  “Holly, tell me!”

  “She was kissing me, just like the video.”

  “Like Jenny licked me?”

  “Yeah! Oh yes, like that!” groaned Holly, surprised that after only one or two minutes that the girl had almost brought her to a climax. She felt Jules insert a finger gently into her pussy and then, with an ecstatic groan she rewarded Jules as she placed her thumb over her anus. This was most certainly not like Billy but a whole new world of arousal, of attention and pleasure. The thumb pressed harder then popped inside her causing to hold her breath as she absorbed the intense feeling. Jules’ tongue went back to work, flicking across her vulva then slowly moving up until she slowly circled her clit.

  Holly breathed again, realising that the girl who she thought to be the most beautiful creature she had ever seen was actually right here in her bedroom, between her legs and giving her more love and attention than she could handle. Her orgasm built steadily as she breathed more raggedly. She grabbed Jules’ hair and pulled her hard against her sex, demanding release. She was so close and knew there was no doubt that she would come in Jules’ face within seconds.

  “Hol, come for me. Come on baby.” Holly groaned, her legs animated, shaking, her eyes screwed tight shut with the trigger so very close. “This is what your Daddy did to make me come.”
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  “Oh fuck!” groaned Holly as she flew over the precipice and down, down into the bottomless pit of hot release. She had no idea that she squirted a little for the first time in her life. Her only concern once again is that she didn’t poop herself with the enormity of the orgasm. She spasmed on the bed while Jules’ continued to lick her as best she could while thrusting deep into her anus. The image of her father was replaced by one of Billy, her very own naked, smiling, kissing and loving Billy which remained in her thoughts as she twitched in the long, blissful after-throws of pure delight.

  Jules slipped Holly’s legs off her shoulders and stood so she could scoop her up and maneuver her back onto the bed. She pulled the covers back over them both and pulled her up against her body as she slipped her hand back between the girl’s legs to feel the smoothness of her pussy. Holly groaned and arched her back a little, grateful for the touch. Jules kissed her lips, smiling broadly as she absorbed some of the shakes from the girl’s body. Holly opened her eyes with a look of absolute adoration.

  “You are so very beautiful Jules,” she whispered, gently touching the side of her face with her fingers.

  “Shh,” said Jules, kissing her before reaching over her to grab her coffee, very aware that by doing this she had initiated their love-making. The drink was almost cold but Jules was still grateful and after a couple of sips she sank back next to Holly and wrapped them both up in the duvet, giggling as their legs interlocked and hands started to roam delightfully.

  Chapter 21 – Did you see your Mother, Baby?

  Lydia woke on Monday morning with a peace of mind that she could last remember from her college days. It was the feeling that everything was running smoothly and life was treating it just a little better than she deserved. The pillow was warm as she rolled onto her back and recalled the previous night, as the house had developed a level of happiness that seemed to have been missing for several years.

  What started with Harry’s use of the words “love you’ at the end of their phone call had led to an early departure and the ideal opening for her to rid herself of the secret liaison which had come to an end that weekend. Holly the visitor had looked like an injured deer when she first saw her, in bed, bruised, sleepy and bedraggled. Harry had succumbed just as she had, although with Joe it had been planned over many months so she had even less of an excuse. She slid her hand down over her buttocks and pushed a finger against her anus, pleased to feel that it wasn’t sore and that it had closed up as expected rather than remaining open after he had used it so roughly. That, she thought with a smile, had been a first for them and so very rewarding after taking the small risk of making the suggestion. Similar to the review of dozens of young girls on his PC as she sat at his feet, gently stroking his hardness as they both watched and commented.

  She slipped out of bed, pulled her dressing gown about her then went downstairs to make coffee and get Harry’s phone so he could call in sick. She added a couple of plain biscuits to the tray along with his phone and climbed the stairs, avoiding the second step out of habit. As she rounded the turn she noticed that Holly’s door was slightly ajar and wondered if they were awake or if someone had just gone to the bathroom. She slowed as she passed and glanced inside. One step later, the frame was seared into her mind and she stopped dead. She gulped, analyzing what she had seen, her heart thumping wildly. One of the girls had the legs of the other on her shoulders and was most certainly licking the other’s pussy. She had seen a naked girl kneeling beside the bed, dark hair, but couldn’t determine who was doing what to who. She remained frozen, calculating what best to do, even though they were both clearly consenting to what was going on and no doubt enjoying every second. If they had seen her then they would probably know that she had stopped and would consider her immobility to be listening in or prying. If she made a noise that might attract their attention and have the same result. Then she wondered if the door had been left open for a reason but considered that while everyone seemed to be open about speaking of sex there was no agreement about public display.

  She turned, walked past again and went down stairs, rattled a cup in the kitchen then came back up, silently. It was Jules, with her head between Holly’s legs and now Holly was gasping and moaning, gripping the girl’s hair to keep her firmly attached. She knew the sounds, could almost count the seconds before Holly’s orgasm. She walked on silently, grinning with delight and happiness for them, thinking that they had both made short work of the formal introductions and had got right down to the important stuff. She shut the bedroom door, set the tray on the floor and placed the coffees on their respective sides before taking a quick drink from hers. Then, with the same grin on her face, she slipped under the covers and into the warmth of the bed, laid her head on Harry’s hips and took his flaccid cock in her mouth.

  Chapter 22 – We are Family

  Lydia thought there was something magical about being under the covers. She could see a little daylight up around Harry’s arms and the pillow beyond, but apart from that it was pitch dark and she found the excitement of laying on him and bringing him to full erection a reward in itself. She felt and heard the little groans from him as she slowly licked and stroked him, happily aware that they had no time constraints that morning, nowhere they had to be or work schedules that they had to meet. He would need to call in sick but that could wait another half hour. He was big this morning, very hard and no doubt thinking, as she was, of what they had done both in the bedroom and in the shower afterwards. The feeling of the cold tile, having her arm pushed up her back almost painfully and the searing heat that seemed to be generated as he thrust into her reminded her that she had a spare hand. She sought her pussy and felt the moisture between her lips. She wanted his cock inside her but as much as he might like a good-morning blowjob, he was going to have to give her a repeat performance.

  She felt his hand on her head and sucked a little more gently as she didn’t want him to come while she was still under the covers. He shook her a little harder and she wondered if he was feeling some pain after last night, perhaps his foreskin was stinging.

  A muffled voice reached her. “Lidy.” His hand came down and took hold of her arm, guiding her to the surface. “Lidy, come here!” She emerged from the covers and noticed the cooler, fresh air. He was still pulling her up as her head hit the pillow.

  “Mummy!” said Holly, smiling at her then at her father. She sat on the side of the bed while Jules stood beside her.

  “Oh shit, I lost an earring,” said Lydia, a comment that caused everyone to laugh. She looked at Harry, blushing, then at her daughter who was wearing a long “Algarve” t-shirt which she thought had been thrown out years ago. It came to mid-thigh but even so something told her that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Jules, standing just off to her side, was in the pale blue nightie and against the light from the window it was clear that she most certainly wasn’t either.

  “Mummy, Daddy, we’ve got something to tell you,” said Holly, seriously.

  “A confession?” asked her father.

  “No, not a confession.”

  “I already know,” said her mother, proudly.

  “What? How did you find out?” asked Holly, looking at her then over at Jules.

  “When I walked past with our coffees just now. You’d left your door open.”

  “Oh shoot!” said Jules. “Sorry.”

  “Hey that’s OK.” said Lydia. There was movement under the covers which was almost certainly Lydia with her hand on her husband’s cock, but he did the honorable thing and moved slightly to confuse the situation.

  “What was going on?” asked Harry, frowning in genuine ignorance.

  “Well, I saw ..”

  “Mummy!”

  “It’s OK, hon. You know it is. What I saw was one of these two girls loving the other, although they both seemed to be enjoying it!” she said, smiling. The movement under the covers started again, slowly and it was obvious what was going on to everyone in the room. Jules lea
ned against Holly and put her arms around her, smiling with absolute pleasure at the revelation. She kissed her head and Holly leaned her head against the girl’s arms in affection.

  “No, that’s not what we have to tell you,” said Holly.

  “Whoa, hang on,” said her father. “So you two were, you know.”

  “Harry, for god’s sake. One was licking the other’s pussy. It happens all the time.” He simply stared at Holly and then Jules, seemingly speechless. He shifted under the covers, signaling to his wife that he was very close. She smiled at him and withdrew her hand, turned his face towards her and kissed him, grinning.

  “So if that’s not what you have to tell us, then what?” asked her father.

  “Daddy, Mummy, Holly is not Holly”

  “What?” asked her mother. “That makes no sense!”

  “Right. Holly isn’t Holly?” said her father, looking from one girl to the other.

  “Her name isn’t Holly” said Holly, then breathed in deeply. “It’s Jules, which is short for Juliette.”

  “Juliette?” asked her father. “You told me your name was Holly.”

  “I saw the name on the fridge so I used it,” said Jules. “I wasn’t really thinking straight at the time.”

  “Daddy, she ran away from home,” said Holly, taking Jules’ hand in hers.

  “Yeah, we know that, sounded like home was hell.”

  “Daddy, it was her foster home.”

  Lydia shrieked and put her hands to her mouth, staring wide eyed at each of them in turn. “No!” she cried, leaning back hard against the pillow.

  “What is it hon?” asked Harry.

  “Jules” she croaked, gasping for breath. “Jules, Juliette. Are you Juliette Brosnan?”

  Jules nodded, her eyes moist as she confirmed the question with a simple ‘yes’.

  “So?” asked Harry, clearly irritated that he was the last to understand what was happening.

  “Harry, Juliette Brosnan, the Police at your Mum’s!”