7 comments/ 23366 views/ 7 favorites Holly and Ivy Ch. 01 By: tangentjoker All of the characters in this work of fiction are 21 years old or older. ***** Although several characters from The Happiest Day of Her Life appear in this series, it is not necessary to read that series to follow and enjoy this one. This chapter contains lesbian sex, group sex, and some bondage. The group sex is heterosexual in nature. For those of you not into this sort of thing, I ask you to kindly bear with it as it is an important part of the story even though it will not be a major part of the series. Thank you to everyone who has commented on, voted for and/or favorited any of my other stories. It is appreciated. Please vote for and comment on this one as well. Extra special thanks, as always, to my Beta Reader, FangsAnarchy. Thank you. You know exactly how to light a fire under my ass and get me to dig deeper for a better story. Special thanks, also, to Jessie92 who read this chapter and gave some wonderful suggestions. +++++ It was early evening on December 11 and Holly was exhausted when she returned home from work. She had only heard one case today but it seemed to go on ad infinitum. Holly was a US District Court Judge serving her third consecutive year on the Federal bench. She dropped the unread mail on the kitchen counter and fixed herself three fingers of Scotch. The drink had a lovely bite to it. Holly was a big fan of Glenlivet. It wasn't just the taste, which she loved, it was also the smell of it. The smell of Glenlivet, for whatever reason, always reminded Holly of a roaring fireplace. Each time she inhaled it, it made her feel safe and warm. It was expensive Scotch and she felt it was worth every penny. She sat back on her sofa, drink in hand, and wondered if she'd rather order out or just throw some leftovers in the oven. Holly hated microwaves and no longer owned one. Food tasted better, she thought, when it came off the stove or out of the oven. She decided she didn't want to see anyone else, not even a delivery boy, and preheated the oven. She was arranging leftovers into a Pyrex dish when she heard a knock on the door. Holly stopped to wash her hands before she answered the door. She wasn't sure who she was expecting but this wasn't it. When she opened her door, Holly looked up at a stunningly beautiful woman with long chestnut brown hair. The woman's face seemed sculpted and was incongruous with the rest of her which was clad in paint covered overalls and a similarly paint stained tee shirt. Upon closer inspection, Holly discovered that the paint stains were dry. Some had even faded. They were old stains. She realized she hadn't addressed her "guest" yet. "May I help you?" Holly asked politely. "Mrs. Sullivan?" the tall brunette asked. "Um, sort of," Holly answered. "It's 'Ms.' or 'Judge' Sullivan." "Oh," the woman said with a slight look of embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I'm your across the hall neighbor, Ivy Rogers. I have a couple of pieces of your mail that were delivered to me by mistake." "Oh!" said Holly. "Thank you for bringing them over. I just picked up my mail but I didn't go through it. Let me make sure I don't have anything for you." "It usually doesn't work that way," Ivy said. "You'd probably get the mail for Mrs. Silvers down the hall but you probably should check just to make sure before I go." "You're going already?" Holly asked. "Am I that offensive? Stay for a little bit and have a drink with me. I was also just about to whip up dinner if you're hungry." Holly wasn't normally as codependent as she appeared at that moment. She had, however, sat for hours listening to a very tedious trial and she found Ms. Rogers very attractive. Holly always acted impulsively when she found a woman to be sexy. There were times she kissed women she barely knew. "I'm famished," Ivy admitted, "but I couldn't impose." "It's leftovers, so it's not an imposition. Besides, I insist." Ivy replied, "Well, in that case, what do you have to drink?" "Do you like Glenlivet 18?" Holly asked. "I have no idea what that is," admitted Ivy. "Single malt Scotch whiskey aged for eighteen years," explained Holly. "I'll pour you a little. If you're not used to Scotch, all I will say is to remember to sip it." Holly pulled a shot glass from her cupboard and barely poured enough to fill the small glass halfway. She handed the shot to Ivy. The younger woman politely accepted the shot glass and gave a little sniff. Ivy had never had whiskey before. She'd been raised on beer and wine. She remembered the warning to sip. She put the tiny glass to her lips and narrowly allowed an entire drop to enter her mouth. She made a face as though she'd just sucked on a lemon when expecting champagne. She swallowed it and took in a breath of air. She blew the breath out slowly and smiled. She took a slightly bigger sip, swallowed and smiled, and then finished the shot. She swirled the Scotch in her mouth before swallowing. She didn't know why. It just felt like the best way to experience it. She was not disappointed by the sensations in her mouth. Holly got out a somewhat larger glass and poured two fingers worth for Ivy. She returned to the Pyrex and added enough food for two people. It was an interesting melange of previously cooked foods. The oven had preheated by this point so Holly shoved the dish in and looked through the mail she'd brought in. "Nope," she said. "Nothing for you or Mrs. Silvers. Let's see what you brought me." Holly picked up the three envelopes Ivy had given her. She looked at the return address for the first one and dropped the other two. There was a stunned look on her face. "Holy shit." "Are you ok?" Ivy asked with concern in her voice. "Hmmm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I've just been waiting for this one." Holly opened the envelope and read quickly. She took a big breath and read it again. "Wow. I've been divorced for the last two weeks and didn't even know it. This is my divorce decree. It's official now." "I'm not sure whether or not I should congratulate you," Ivy said. "You should," Holly said with a smile. "This is a good thing." "In that case, 'Congratulations,' she said anticlimactically," Ivy said. "You're fine." "So," Ivy asked, "is 'Sullivan' your maiden name?" "No," Holly said, "but it's the name I'm keeping. I'm known around here as Judge Sullivan and it might throw people off if they suddenly had to call me Judge Geletkanych." "Yeah," said Ivy. "I could see that. Of course, it might attract old world voters..." "I don't need them," Holly said. "I was appointed to my position by the President because of my standing in the LGBTQ community. I'm pretty much appointed for life." "Oh? You're gay?" Ivy asked. "No, but I perform a lot of same sex marriages," explained Holly. "I mean, A LOT of them." "Oh," said Ivy with a slightly disappointed tone. "You're straight?" "Um, this is a little personal since we met four minutes ago and you don't even know my first name..." "Holly. It's on your mail," Ivy said. "Right," said Holly. "Well, since we're Holly and Ivy and it's two weeks before Christmas, I'll tell you. Lately I feel asexual but back when I was getting some, I considered myself bi." "Oh," Ivy said enthusiastically. "I'm guessing you're not straight," Holly said. "No, I'm bi but I prefer women." "Huh," murmured Holly. "What?" asked Ivy defensively. "Oh, nothing," the blonde judge said casually. "I just remember being teased by friends of mine, before I was married, that calling yourself 'bi' was a copout. They said that if you preferred women, you were a lesbian and it was best to drop the bullshit and admit it. I disagreed, obviously, but I always seem to hear their voices echoing in my head when I or someone else says that. But enough of that. I'm a free woman and I need another drink." Holly freshened up their glasses and Ivy helped her set the table. Holly made a quick salad with some vegetables she had in the fridge and soon everything was brought to the table. Dinner conversation was light and friendly. Holly explained what a district court judge does, as opposed to other judges, and Ivy told her that she was an artist. "What kind of art do you do?" Holly asked. "Oh, mostly sculpture and blown glass," replied Ivy, "but I also paint and do found object pieces. My apartment is the same size as this one but it seems a lot smaller because it's also my studio and every room is packed with my stuff." "You'll have to let me see your work sometime," Holly said. "I presume the splotches on your clothes are work related." "Yeah," admitted Ivy. "I get pretty messy when I'm slapping paint on a canvas. I can give you a tour of my stuff after dinner if you'd like." "How about after the dishes are done? I hate leaving a mess," the blonde said. Ivy replied, "Then you and I are polar opposites." Ivy helped with the dishes and the ladies carried their Scotch glasses across the hall. Ivy opened her door and gestured with her arm for Holly to walk in. The 5'10" judge stepped hesitantly into the relative stranger's apartment until she saw a glass sculpture that amazed her. It was a bust of a woman with wild red hair. The entire sculpture was translucent but the glass was colored so that the hair and the flesh seemed realistic at certain angles. Ivy encouraged her new friend to touch the sculpture. There were no rough edges. It was all smoothly shaped which was impressive for such an intricate piece. Holly moved on to a group of canvases leaning against the wall. She flipped through them as one might go through a DVD collection. It was an interesting mix of abstract art, intricately detailed still lifes and nudes. "Do you use models?" Holly asked as she looked at one especially lovely painting of a naked woman reclining with her hand between her legs. "Yep. I have some friends from college who come in and pose for me whenever I can afford to pay them. They used to pose for free but times are tough, so..." Ivy's voice trailed off as she watched Holly move from piece to piece in her home. The visitor had moved on to a collection of blown glass vases on what once was the kitchen table. Holly looked around the kitchen at all the artwork and asked, "Do you ever cook?" "Nope," Ivy admitted. "I'm on a first name basis with the Chinese food delivery guys of Central Islip." "No wonder you can't afford to pay your models," Holly said. "Listen, despite how good I've gotten at it, I really hate to eat alone. If you ever feel hungry in the evenings, why don't you knock on my door...?" "I just might take you up on that," said Ivy with a smile. "Please do," said Holly. She continued her tour and Ivy would explain how she created some of her pieces and what materials were used. When Holly had seen everything, she collected Ivy's glass and wished her a goodnight. Ivy gave Holly a soft kiss on the lips before the blonde left. Holly walked across the hall, opened and closed her door and leaned against the door as she touched where Ivy kissed her with her fingers. The next evening, Holly smiled when she heard the knock on her door. She had hoped that Ivy would be her dinner guest. She greeted her neighbor with a warm hug after opening the door. Ivy was dressed in a black Ratt concert tee shirt with a purple bra strap showing, and jeans that had several holes intentionally cut into the legs. There were no paint stains on Ivy's clothes. Holly was in her de rigueur pant suit. The drink of choice that evening was Chianti and the two women casually exchanged stories over the course of dinner. Holly had noticed that Ivy ate the meat that had been part of the leftovers so she was confident when she made London Broil with baked potatoes and a dish of string beans in balsamic vinaigrette. She was not disappointed. Ivy ate as though she had not done so in weeks. "Oh my God, you're going to spoil me with all this food," Ivy said. "Don't you ever eat?" asked Holly. "Who can afford to? There's a reason we're called starving artists." "Not any more," said Holly with a smile. "I like having you here." Ivy became a regular presence at Holly's dinner table. Holly noticed the casual touching. She couldn't quite tell if Ivy was simply a tactile person or if it was a hint of something more. The scale leaned toward the latter as the the touching became more frequent and less casual. The neighbors had exchanged spare keys. It just seemed like a sensible thing to do. One week after they first met, Ivy was wearing her favorite paint covered overalls and an Aerosmith tee shirt. They had salmon with rice and broccoli and a dry white wine. After the dishes were done, Holly sat on her sofa and Ivy joined her. Holly had noticed over the course of a week that her neighbor was very tactile. She seized any opportunity to touch or kiss Holly. They had been talking about music. Holly enjoyed many different types of music but Ivy was a headbanger through and through. That is to say that she was a 24-year-old who "discovered" the hard rock of the 70s and the heavy metal of the 80s through her father's CD collection. Even the way Ivy did art was from the esthetic of loud music. "Don't you ever do things that are quiet and relaxing?" Holly asked. Ivy smiled at Holly and moved closer to her on the sofa. Holly did not move away and the brown haired woman took that as a signal the blonde judge was interested. "What do you think about this?" Ivy asked as she pulled Holly in for a deep kiss. Holly broke the kiss and asked, "Was that your tongue?" "I don't know," replied Ivy. "Let's find out." She pushed on Holly's shoulders so she was pressed against the arm of the sofa and crawled on top on the sexy judge. Ivy brushed a hair out of Holly's face and then slid her fingers behind the judge's ear and then rested them behind Holly's neck. She used this leverage to pull the blonde in for another kiss. Ivy's tongue explored the inside of Holly's mouth and then the young artist pulled back. The two women stared at each other in silence. Ivy's look was positively prurient. She changed to short, soft, kisses on the lips. She caressed Holly's thighs and the older woman returned the kisses. They smiled and giggled lasciviously between kisses. Ivy massaged Holly's chest over her clothes. She broke a particularly long kiss so she could unbutton Holly's suit jacket and smiled as she pushed it off Holly's shoulders and off her arms. The jacket was tossed unceremoniously on the floor. Ivy unbuttoned Holly's blouse and felt her tits through her lacy blue bra. She leaned in and kissed Holly as the judge's slacks were unbuttoned. Holly eagerly returned the kiss and barely realized she'd lifted her hips enough for Ivy to pull her slacks off. They kissed again and Ivy went back to massaging Holly's breasts through the blue bra. After several minutes of this, Ivy's right hand traveled south. She rubbed Holly's pussy through the blue lace panties that matched her bra. The blonde judge had been feeling a bit awkward without pants and having her blouse open while Ivy was still completely clothed. All thoughts of inappropriateness were muddled by the skilled fingers rubbing on her panties. Holly's head became very heavy. It kept tipping back and it was increasingly difficult to lift it back up. Ivy pulled on the front of the blonde's panties and used them to floss Holly's pussy. Holly moaned loudly. "Oh, my God!" she gasped. Ivy rubbed the fabric and it caused Holly to moan louder. They kissed and the brunette artist rubbed the older woman's bare thighs. She pulled sharply on the front of Holly's bra forcing the blonde to sit up. The blouse and bra were quickly removed. Ivy got on all fours on the sofa facing Holly. She sucked on Holly's right breast as she felt up the left. Holly gasped and moaned as her new friend licked and sucked her nipple. Holly used the opportunity to unclasp the straps of the overalls. She massaged Ivy's back as she pushed the splotched denim down the brunette's flawless body. She rubbed the artist's panty-clad ass and earned a moan. Holly leaned forward. She removed the panties and kissed Ivy's right ass cheek as she lovingly rubbed the younger woman's pussy. A long sweep with her fingers demonstrated how wet Ivy was, so Holly slowly inserted her middle finger. When the finger could go no deeper into the hot, wet, pussy, Holly finger fucked her new friend hard and fast. Ivy moaned and groaned excitedly. "Yes!" she called out. Holly's index and ring fingers formed a V which caressed Ivy's outer folds as the middle finger repeatedly impaled her tight snatch. Ivy grew louder and louder when Holly's ring finger joined the middle finger inside the brunette and the pinky slid over to complete the V. "Do you like that?" Holly asked with a smile her friend could not see. "Oh, God, yes! Yes! Don't stop!" Ivy began to buck her ass as she climaxed spectacularly on all fours. Holly, side by side with her but facing the other way on the large sofa, slowed down the two fingers entering Ivy. Ivy, after coming down from her orgasm, pulled down Holly's panties and fingered the gorgeous blonde. Ivy had adopted Holly's middle finger probe/caressing V technique. Holly gasped when she felt the fingers gently stroking her labia. It had been way too long since a woman touched her like this ands it felt very, very, nice. Holly lifted her ass and spread her legs slightly to give Ivy better access. After eight minutes, she slid a second finger inside Holly and frigged her hard to a mind-blowing orgasm. The women were very horny now. Holly pulled off Ivy's paint covered tee shirt and peeled off her bra. Ivy made sure they were both naked before she pushed Holly back against the arm of the sofa and attached her mouth to the blonde's left tit. She merrily licked and sucked while gently rubbing Holly's clit. Holly spread her legs as widely as the sofa permitted and surrendered to the loving sensations. Ivy slid down to the floor and positioned herself so she could lick and rub Holly's pretty pussy. Her right hand massaged the judge's left tit. Her tongue and lips attacked the blonde's clit. Her left hand fingers gently rubbed Holly's inner thigh. Ivy lapped hard at the clit for two minutes and stopped. "Oh, you're a fucking tease!" Holly yelled. Ivy giggled and used her middle finger to fuck Holly. She sucked hard on the clit and her right hand fingers pulled on Holly's nipple. Holly's moans devolved into repeatedly saying, "Oh!" A second finger went inside Holly and a long tongue dragged roughly over her clit. Holly screamed obscenities as an orgasm washed over her like the incoming tide. Ivy did not slow down. She slapped Holly's tit and pistoned her fingers in the wet pussy as she sucked on the clit as hard as she was able. Ivy continued to munch on Holly's now very sensitive clit long after the orgasm faded. Holly pulled her up. They kissed. Their tongues wrestled playfully. Holly scooted off the sofa. She guided Ivy's body so the artist was leaning on the arm rest with her ass in the air. Holly came up behind her. She pinched the outer labia gently between her thumb and forefinger and licked all around that point. Soon thereafter, Holly dropped her hand and tongue fucked her friend. Holly eventually stopped for air. She placed her tongue on Ivy's clit and dragged it all the way to the girl's asshole. Ivy gasped so Holly did that move again but slower. Ivy's contrasting tastes excited Holly. Ivy's clit tasted, to Holly, like ham. The wet labia tasted like papaya nectar. The asshole was bitter in comparison but was not unpleasant to taste. The next two times Holly did the move, she concentrated on the textures her tongue felt. She could feel the hard little nubbin flick as the tongue dragged over it. The soft, lubricious, pussy was devoid of hair and felt incredibly smooth. The perineum felt firm and unfluctuating. The rectum mysteriously sucked Holly's tongue right in. She slid two fingers into Ivy while she thoroughly licked the artist's asshole. Holly and Ivy Ch. 01 Ivy moaned as her brown button was rimmed and fucked by the clever tongue. Holly slid her thumb in Ivy's asshole and tongue fucked her pussy. She let her tongue go wild inside Ivy and then pulled her head away to breathe. She replaced her tongue with two fingers from her other hand. The thumb remained still in Ivy's ass, but the two fingers went deeper and deeper. "Stop!" Ivy demanded. "I'm going to cum again but I want to look at you when I do." Holly pulled out and Ivy flipped over onto her back. She spread her legs for Holly and bit her lower lip in anticipation. Holly slid her middle and ring fingers, palm up, into Ivy and searched for the girl's G-spot. She couldn't believe she thought of Ivy as a girl. Ivy was only five years younger than she. Holly finger fucked Ivy hard and fast while lapping at her clit. Ivy grabbed behind her own knees and held her legs open for her new lover. At Ivy's loud request, Holly fucked her harder. Ivy was panting hard as her next orgasm arrived. Holly returned Ivy's earlier kind gesture and did not slow down. She licked and fingered Ivy with the same intensity. She finally stopped licking the clit when Ivy begged her. Holly accidentally slid her thumb over Ivy's clit as she repositioned the fingers fucking her. Ivy jumped. Holly dragged her thumb over the clit three more times and Ivy jumped each time. Holly slowly removed her fingers from Ivy's pussy and then licked them clean. "May I have a taste?" Ivy asked. "Ask me nicer," Holly replied. "May I please have a taste?" asked Ivy. "You can do better than that," retorted Holly. The artist was practically pleading when she asked, "Oh, Ms. Holly, may I please have a taste of my pussy?" Holly reinserted her fingers, turned them to the left and back to the right a few times before she carefully pulled them out to offer to Ivy. Ivy sucked appreciatively on the nectar covered fingers. Ivy pulled Holly up for a soft kiss. Five minutes later, they arranged themselves on the sofa so their legs were like two open pairs of scissors facing each other. Holly loved tribbing. They alternated between grinding and thrusting of hips. To Ivy's surprise, they were grinding when they worked each other towards another orgasm. Ivy really wanted to know what their mixed girl cum would taste like. She moved herself and lovingly ate Holly out. The judge was also curious and convinced her friend to turn it into a sixty-nine. A few minutes of aggressive pussy tasting found the artist cumming again. Ivy, once she recovered, turned and hugged Holly. She made it her mission to get the blonde judge off again. Ivy finger fucked Holly hard while Holly sucked on Ivy's tit. Ivy held Holly's head in place on her breast. She had three fingers in Holly, palm up, and did not cease her merciless pleasuring until Holly squirted. Holly gasped for air. Ivy withdrew her fingers and let Holly taste herself. The two kissed softly and cuddled on the sofa. Sometime later, Holly broke the silence by saying, "That was fucking fantastic but I could really use a cock right about now." "Mmmmmmmm," agreed Ivy. "Do you know where to find one?" "Nope." "Fuck," said Ivy. They lay in silence for a few moments until Ivy bolted up and shouted, "Oh, wait!" She ran out the door, across the hall to her apartment, and returned shortly thereafter. "Did you just cross the hall naked? Twice?" Holly asked. "Yep," said Ivy proudly. "It was worth it. Ta daa!" Ivy help up a very thick glass dildo. It was swirled and easily the largest glass dildo Holly had ever seen. "Oh, my God!" shouted a delighted Holly. "Where did you get that thing?" "I made it, of course. Would you like to try it out?" Ivy asked. "Yes, please!" The glass dildo was so fucking cold and it felt so fucking good in Holly's hot pussy. Ivy slid it in slowly and carefully until it could go no further. She slid it back and forth a few times and then began slamming the glass objet d'art in and out of Holly's snatch. "Oh shit! Oh shit! That is so fucking big! Oh, God, that is fucking big! Oh, God, Ivy... Fuck me harder! Destroy me! Oh, fuck..." Ivy's arm became a blur. She hammered Holly's pussy harder and faster and the blonde loved every second of it. "Oh, fuck! Fill my cunt! Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck! That feels so fucking good!" Ivy leaned in for a kiss as she continued to shove the glass dildo in her friend's pussy. When they broke the kiss, Ivy changed positions. She took the end of the dildo in her mouth and was sucking on it. Holly thought it was ridiculous to give a dildo a blowjob until she felt it. Ivy's head movements as she bobbed her head on the glass dildo caused it to move in Holly's pussy. It actually felt very good. "Oh, shit! That's so... OH! Mmmmmmmmm Oh, yes, that's good..." Ivy gripped the glass dildo with her lips and fucked Holly hard with it. Holly was panting as her neighbor fucked her harder and harder. She looked down at the brunette. It was very hot watching Ivy push the dildo in and out with her mouth. Ivy could not keep that up for very long, however. She grabbed the glass rod with her right hand and drove it in and out of her new lover as the thumb of her left hand rubbed briskly over Holly's clit. Holly moaned and squirmed as the dual sensations drove her crazy. Ivy twisted the glass dildo as she impaled Holly with it. She stopped rubbing Holly's clit so she could steady herself by holding Holly's thigh with her left hand. Holly ran her fingers through Ivy's thick hair. In addition to twisting the glass phallus, Ivy occasionally changed the angle of entry. She listened to Holly's moans and returned to the angle that made Holly moan loudest. Holly gasped when Ivy's knuckles hit her labia. Since Ivy was holding the very end of it, it meant the glass sculpture was very deep. The impaling continued, but Ivy moved so as to have a easier time kissing Holly. Holly did not resist. Holly put her hand over Ivy's and took over control of the dildo. She slowly removed it and brought it to her lips. She and Ivy licked and sucked the dildo clean. Holly got off the sofa and guided Ivy on to her back. She spread Ivy's legs and rubbed the artist's labia with the tip of the dildo. Ivy moaned and grunted when Holly pushed the glass rod in. She pushed it in steadily and Ivy took it to the hilt. Holly drew it back slowly until it was almost out and then she slammed it back in. She did this again and again and again. It got Ivy very excited. She tried to predict when the slam would come. It was a wonderful type of suspense. Ivy's breathing would increase as the dildo slid unhurriedly out of her. She gasped each time Holly rammed it back in. "Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, Ms. Holly. Please, fuck me," the brunette panted. Holly couldn't deny such a polite request. She stopped pulling the dildo out slowly and switched to ramming it in Ivy as hard as she could. Ivy's inarticulate responses indicated she loved it. Holly was facing her and she kept eye contact the entire time. She looked right at her neighbor and was determined to make her cum. She grabbed the dildo with both hands and shoved and yanked and shoved and yanked. She went harder. She went faster. She stared into Ivy's hazel eyes. She was so beautiful. She looked so gorgeous panting and trying to hold her head up. Holly knew she was close so she redoubled her efforts and was rewarded with a loud screaming orgasm. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" The dildo was pulled out and the women licked it like an ice cream cone. Holly laid on the sofa next to Ivy and they looked into each other's eyes. There was a heavy silence in the apartment. Finally, Holly said, "We still need to find a real dick." "Yep," Ivy agreed. ======================================= The next night, six days before Christmas, Holly returned home from work and there were seven men sitting in her living room. She had no idea who these men were or how they got in. They weren't stealing anything. They were all sitting down and talking casually. It almost looked like a book club except no one had a book with them. She looked for some clue as to what the Not So Magnificent Seven was doing there. Finding none, she walked closer to the group and was about to yell at them to get out when Ivy came out of the kitchen. Of course, thought Holly. Ivy had the spare key. Ivy walked up to Holly and hugged her, saying, "Hi there, gorgeous. How was work?" "It was work," the judge responded a bit automatically. Holly returned the hug and whispered in Ivy's ear, "Who the hell are all these men?" Ivy whispered back, "You said we had to find a real dick..." Ivy's hands slowly trailed over her lover's body. Holly enjoyed the touch but tried to ignore it. She needed to be angry. Ivy didn't make it easy to stay pissed off. She was soft and firm in all the right places. She gently rocked her body as they hugged and, thusly, rubbed her chest against Holly's. Holly tried to suppress a moan by breathing through her nose and wound up inhaling the seductive scent of Ivy's inviting dark hair. The moan found its way out. "I didn't mean this week," Holly whispered in reply. "Where did they all come from?" "The adult bookstore," whispered Ivy. The attention of the males in the room was unanimously directed at the two hot women who were embracing, rubbing against each other and either whispering or licking each other's ears. Whatever they were doing, it was a captivating sight to a crew of already horny men. "Are they employees?" asked Holly in a whisper. "No." "Great," whispered Holly. "So I have seven perverts in my apartment. Why didn't you take them to your place?" Ivy whispered, "You have the space." Holly whispered in anger, "So, I have to entertain the strays you brought home because you can't afford a storage unit?" She immediately regretted saying it. It wasn't Ivy's fault she was poor. "I brought them here for us," Ivy whispered. "I was just going to warm them up for you." Holly walked to her easy chair. The stranger occupying it rose and stepped away. He could clearly see by the look in her eye's tha he did not want to be in her way. He could feel the fire in the blonde. This was not a person to take lightly, he understood instinctively. Holly positioned the chair to face her sofa and she sat down on it. The round ottoman was drawn in front of the sofa. Ivy stood there in her best jeans and a clean Mötley Crüe tee shirt. The seven men surrounded her. One of the black men, Antony, grabbed her tee by the collar and tore it open, rending the image of Vince Neil in twain. Another man pulled the rag that was once her favorite shirt off her arms behind her. Ivy did not have time to express the fury that sprang up from the destruction of her beloved comfy fitting shirt because Juan, one of the hispanic men there, pushed Ivy backwards onto the ottoman and pulled her jeans off. She was now clad only in a matching set of bra and panties in black satin. She sat up and got on her knees on the ottoman. Men were all around her. They slapped her ass. They felt her breasts through the bra. Several men took their dicks out. She grabbed one, then another, and stroked them. Danny, one of the white men, was standing between the two men Ivy was jerking off. He kissed her as the two men flanking him peeled off their shirts. The man to Danny's right kissed her next. Several hands caressed her chest and two men worked together to unhook her bra. Ivy released the two dicks in her hands so the bra could be pulled off and grabbed two new dicks to stroke. She turned to the first disk she had touched and sucked on it while jerking the two new ones. Hands reached out from all sides to pinch her nipples and rub her ass. She got on all fours on the ottoman and sucked Danny's cock. It occurred to her there were three men there whose names she did not know. Holly saw this somewhat violent scene with mixed emotions. She still felt twinges of anger towards this fairly large group of invaders. Her lover had betrayed her. Her sanctum sanctorum had been violated. This was inexcusable and yet there was something so deliciously wicked and sexy about the show she was the sole audience for. Ivy looked amazing as the men surrounded her. The brunette artist turned, grabbed two new dicks and sucked a third. Two men behind her were slapping her ass. Holly found this to be especially alluring. Ivy had a magnificent ass. It had been pale but red handprints soon overlapped into a lovely patchwork blush color. The succulent flesh quivered with each blow and Holly watched the events unfold with increased interest. Ivy would suck and stroke for a few minutes, turn a bit to her left and start again. She would suck one of the men she'd just stroked and stroke the man she'd just sucked. Some of the remaining men got impatient. They tried to make her suck two dicks at once. Many hands landed on her ass as she attempted to do this. Holly had lifted her skirt and was rubbing herself through her panties. Ivy's panties were pulled down to mid thigh and a dick was shoved unceremoniously into her pussy. Someone whose name she didn't know grabbed her head and made her deepthroat him. She jerked off Danny with her right hand while supporting herself on her left hand as this happened. The dick in her pussy was ramming her from behind. When the man in front of her let go of her head she popped off for air and grabbed two new dicks. Her face fell to the ottoman. Many hands reached for Ivy and pulled her head up. She took a dick, owned by a black man named Julius, in her mouth. She grunted on his dick as the man thrusting into her pushed her forward and forced Julius' dick further than she was comfortable taking it. Julius backed away after a few minutes and another black man stepped up. The man taking Ivy doggystyle was still going strong. Ivy joyfully accepted the new dick in her mouth. Both hands were on the ottoman to support herself. The man in front of her grabbed her by the hair and fucked her mouth. He slapped her face a few times and pulled her forward by her hair. This action was enough to cause Holly to increase the pace at which she rubbed herself. Sounds were escaping her lips as she witnessed her lover's rough treatment. Ivy looked so beautiful as she bravely took the abuse. A new dick entered her pussy seconds after the first left. The men moved to their right every few minutes, putting a new dick in her mouth and another new one in her pussy just around the time she'd gotten used to the last pair fucking her. Her panties were eventually yanked off her legs. When it was his turn, the white man whose name she did not know chose not to fuck her pussy. He pushed his dick in her ass. Ivy tried to protest but the man fucking her mouth would not release her. Holly did not see this transaction. Men who were jerking off while facing Holly blocked her view. Ivy adjusted to the ass fucking. It had been a while but dicks had been there before. She wasn't a stranger to the pain. Ivy wasn't a stranger to pain in general. She silently wondered if these men could test her tolerance. She wasn't surprised, when the men shifted to their right, that the new man behind her took her in the ass. The new man in front of Ivy spat in her mouth before shoving his dick in it. On the next partner change, her panties were forced in her mouth and a dick rubbed her face as a really big cock hammered her ass. Ivy loved rough sex. When her panties left her mouth, she eagerly inhaled the dick that had been rubbing her cheek. Holly had some difficulty following the action. Her eyes and dirty thoughts would focus on one obscene act only to be distracted by another and the first act would be over all too soon. This was not a coordinated assault on a woman. This was seven greedy men each out for his own pleasure. Holly still found something provocative about that and she flossed her wet quim with her panties. On the next switch, Ivy was flipped on her back. The man at her head straddled her face to fuck her mouth as her pussy finally had a new dick in it. Hands were all over her tits. She was slapped and spanked all over her body. When the dick left her pussy the new one went into her ass. Her knees were pressed into her tits and a man whose name she did not know squatted over her and fucked her pussy. Another dick was in her mouth. Ivy never had all of her holes simultaneously filled before. She screamed on the dick in her mouth. On the next change of lovers she was pulled off the ottoman. A man lay on it and she was lifted over him and lowered onto his dick so that she was facing him. Another dick was soon in her ass. Her dark hair was grabbed and her mouth was fucked again. They weren't holding back. Holly could see that but she was in no position to stop them. She didn't have much motivation to stop them, anyway. Most of her anger had left her but she was drenched just by watching these unknown men take advantage of her neighbor. Ivy was about to cum when she felt herself lifted up again. They moved her to the sofa. A man lay on it already and Ivy, facing away from him, was placed so his dick entered her ass. She was pushed back onto him and her pussy and mouth were soon filled. She had adjusted and was not screaming as much on the dick in her mouth. The experience was scary at first, but she had adapted to it quickly. A fourth man slapped her tits as the three dicks filled her holes. The three remaining men walked over to Holly's chair. "What are you guys doing?" Holly asked, not realizing how warmed up Ivy had gotten them. "Did you really think you would just sit there and no one would touch you?" the unnamed hispanic man asked. "I think you guys should go back to the show which is over there," she replied tersely. The black man and the hispanic man unbuttoned her blouse while the white man walked behind Holly's chair. He reached over the top of the chair's back. The white guy fondled her chest and then pulled her back, pinning her against the back of the chair. He said, "You dress like this and you don't think we're gonna do anything about it?" They pulled her blouse off her shoulders, popped her tits out of the cups of her bra and rolled her skirt up to her waist. The white guy held her firmly against the back of the chair. "What are you guys going to do to me?" she asked. Holly sounded nervous but she was mostly role playing. She knew how to defend herself if things got out of control and there were several weapons in the apartment. Still, Holly wasn't entirely sure how to play this situation. There had been an increasing number of moments as she watched Ivy getting fucked by multiple partners that Holly imagined herself there instead. Her soaked panties were testament to this. On the other hand, she knew she was exactly thirty-six inches from a Louisville Slugger that she could use efficaciously enough to but the time she would need to reach her favorite Glock. It was a tough dichotomy. She had trouble deciding which choice to make and, ultimately, inaction decided her fate. The black man answered, "Whatever the fuck we want," as he unceremoniously jiggled her tits. At almost the same time, the white guy answered, "We're gonna fuck you hard, that's what we're gonna do," while he tightened his grip on her arms to a painful degree. The black man sucked each of her nipples as the hispanic man removed her panties and the white man held her in place. The hispanic man spread her legs and knelt down in front of her. "Are you going to make me your little slut?" she asked sarcastically. "Mm-hmm," said the hispanic man as he ate her out. The other two men shook her tits. Holly tried not to moan. She didn't want to submit completely. She was turned on but she wasn't ready to cede control. There was hesitation in her would-be lovers. They had no plan. They were simply reacting to each new opportunity for debauchery. They weren't leading. They weren't controlling. It was all pretty sexy but it wasn't enough to make her completely submit. The white man pulled her blouse all the way off her arms. The black man groped her tits and kissed her a few times on the lips. The hispanic man licked her pussy from bottom to top several times and then stood. He pulled her out of her chair and pushed her down onto her knees. He told her to shake her own tits. Holly saw nothing wrong with this request. She alternated. She lifted one breast as she lowered the other. The black man and the white guy stepped up to her and slapped the tops of her breasts with their dicks. The hispanic man shoved his dick in her mouth as she was trying to say something and held the back of her head. He made her bob her head on his dick. The black man pulled her head over and she sucked his dick. She turned to suck off the hispanic man while jerking off the other two dicks. The white man stuck his dick in her cleavage and tit fucked her. Holly's initial reaction was to be offended. This didn't last as long as she expected it to because the dick sliding between her tits actually felt pretty good. She turned her head to the black man to blow him while jerking off the hispanic man. The dick popped out of her cleavage and she sucked on it before returning it to her breasts. This went on for a little bit and then each man took a step to the left. Holly and Ivy Ch. 01 The hispanic man tit fucked her as she blew the white guy and jerked the black man. She turned her head when the hispanic dick escaped from her cleavage. The hispanic man grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth as the other two slapped her cheeks with their dicks. They stood her up and worshipped her breasts. At least it felt like worship at first. The hispanic man squeezed her breasts from behind as the black man and the white guy sucked her nipples. The white guy suggested motorboating and he and the black man took turns. Holly grinned at this. It had been ages since a guy stuck his face in her tits and motorboated her. He hispanic man jiggled her tits when the other two were done. The black man rubbed her pussy. Holly knew what was coming next and she wanted to be comfortable. "Ok, guys. Let's take this into the bedroom." Since she clearly invited all three of them, the men saw no need to argue. The hispanic man never let go of Holly's tits. He jiggled them again as he kissed the back of her neck. The white guy, once Holly was next to her bed, rubbed her labia with the head of his dick. "No one fucks me until they put on a rubber," said Holly. She reached and pulled open the drawer of her nightstand. There was a fairly large assortment of condoms. Holly, over the past few months, had bought a pack of condoms every time she felt like going out to pick up a man. Once she owned the condoms, she usually thought better of it and drove home. This left her with a drawer stuffed with prophylactics. "Fuck that shit," the white guy said. "You're gonna be fucked like a whore and like it!" His hand came out of nowhere to slap her face but she blocked it with her forearm. She hooked her right foot behind his leg, tripped him and stepped on his neck as he lay on the floor. "Let me put that another way," she said. "No one fucks me until they put on a rubber... bitch!" The other two men quickly went to the drawer and picked out a condom each. The black man was happy to find several Magnums in the drawer. He filled one easily. He pulled Holly by the hair and was ready to enter her but the hispanic man had slipped in first. He had a lubricated rubber on. "Fuck!" exclaimed Holly as he impaled her. She was standing with one foot on the bed. She shifted her weight for better balance and moved her foot off the white guy's throat. He learned his lesson and picked out a ribbed condom. "I apologize, Mistress," he said simply. Suprisingly, being tripped and humiliated did nothing to diminish the white guy's erection. If anything, he seemed harder. Ivy saw Holly leave with the three men. She was too occupied to say anything at that moment but it occurred to her that Holly was with the three men whose names she did not know. Danny was in Ivy's ass. Juan was fucking her pussy. Antony was roughly fucking her mouth as she jerked off Julius who was loudly slapping her tits. Ivy was so busy screaming on Antony's dick, she was no longer thinking about Holly. Holly, at that moment, was blowing the black man while the hispanic gentleman was fucking her pussy from behind. Her one foot rested on the bed. The white guy tapped the hispanic man on the shoulder. The hispanic man pulled out but Holly did not have to wait long for the white guy to fill the void. This went on for what seemed to be a long time. Holly gave a blowjob to the black man while the other two tag teamed her pussy. At one point, the hispanic man turned Holly. She was bent over the bed with knees bent while the hispanic man fucked her from behind. The white guy lay on the bed and got a blowjob as Holly got hammered hard. The black man tagged in and was very rough as he fucked Holly from behind. He slapped each of her ass cheeks as he entered her again and again. The hispanic man walked around the bed with the confident pace of a panther and made Holly take two dicks in her mouth at once. It wasn't easy. The men weren't working together and one dick or the other kept popping out of her mouth. She held the dicks steady with her hands and bobbed on them. The three men grunted their approval. Holly could imagine what these three nameless men thought of her. At that moment, she really didn't care. She had craved being fucked hard by real dicks and her friend, Ivy, had delivered spectacularly. The men changed positions. They wanted this fuck session to last. The black man lay on the bed and Holly sucked him off. The white guy fucked her pussy from behind as she jerked off the hispanic man. The white guy was eventually tapped on the shoulder by the hispanic man. While the hispanic man fucked Holly hard, the white guy walked around the bed and Holly alternated between having white meat and dark meat in her mouth. The black man pulled her hair hard as she was slammed hard from behind. The hispanic man felt himself getting close and pulled out. The black man threw Holly on her back on the bed and fucked her pussy hard as she jerked off the other two men. She was moaning too much to give an effective blowjob. The black man yanked her off the bed while he was still inside her and fucked her vertically. The white guy sat down in Holly's makeup chair and she was carried over to him. The black man exited her just before the white man entered. The men enjoyed watching her tits bounce as she rode him reverse cowgirl. Ivy was riding on top of Antony, facing him. Juan was squatting behind her, fucking her ass. Julius was fucking her mouth and Danny was squeezing her nipples. With his right hand, Julius slapped his cock through Ivy's cheek. Danny stepped up and Ivy went back and forth blowing Danny and Julius. They pulled her dark hair to control her head. Everyone except Antony rotated on position to the right. They did that every few minutes when one or another felt an orgasm approaching. Ivy came hard. They kept fucking her and fucking her. Holly was back on the bed. The black man was fucking her pussy hard. "I want a cock in my ass," Holly said firmly to the black man. He was the clear choice. He was the closest thing to a leader this crew had. He also had a thick, veiny, uncircumcised cock. She was eagerly anticipating the feel of that monster drilling inside her. They took off her bra and they turned her over. The black man's condom covered cock was slick with her nectar so he pulled out of one hole and slowly but insistently filled the other. The white guy filled her mouth and she beat off the hispanic man as he fingered her pussy. The three men took turns fucking her ass hoping to make it gape. When it was the white guy's turn, he unclasped and yanked off her skirt which had been rolled up the whole time. When it was once again the black man's turn, he bent her over the bed. The hispanic man got on the bed for a blow and she stroked the white guy's cock. In the Living Room, Danny and Juan wanted to try something. Danny was below Ivy with his dick in her ass. She was reverse cowgirl and Juan stepped forward. Instead of plugging her pussy, Juan crammed in next to Danny and Ivy had two dicks in her ass. It was excruciating. Ivy had never done this before. Even after several seconds of holding two dicks in her anus, it still hurt like hell. Antony walked up to fuck her mouth but she batted his dick away. "Fuck off," she said. "I've got two cocks in my ass!" Juan started ramming her All she could say was, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Antony then shoved his dick in her mouth and muffled her filthy chant. Back in Holly's bedroom, the white guy sat in the makeup chair again. Holly was lowered onto him by the other two. She sank down as her ass swallowed his dick. They gave her a few moments to get used to it and then the hispanic man walked up and fucked her pussy. The black man moved forward and soon Holly was airtight. The need to breathe and scream made her switch to jerking off the black man. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" The black man and the hispanic man switched places. She moaned on the hispanic cock. The chair began to creak and Holly was moved to the bed. They took turns in all three of her holes. The men pumped faster and harder and Holly came. Her entire body was shaking. This set off a chain reaction. The white guy, who was in her mouth, came violently. Holly had to eject him from her mouth because it felt like a water balloon was being filled inside her throat. The hispanic man in her ass fired his load next and was soon followed by the black man. The three used condoms were collected and thrown out. The three men collapsed on the bed and quickly fell asleep. Holly put on a robe and walked quietly to the Living Room. There were five bodies laying there. Three were asleep on the sofa, one on the ottoman and one on the floor. Ivy had cum leaking from all three of her holes. Holly sat back in her easy chair and silently observed their slumber. She was about to get up when she noticed Ivy stir. Ivy desperately needed to pee. Holly accompanied Ivy to the bathroom. They chatted in hushed tones as Ivy voided her bladder. They showered together. Holly washed Ivy thoroughly. She lent Ivy a spare toothbrush and they brushed side by side. It was Ivy who woke all the men and told them they couldn't stay. Holly, feeling guilty, put on a pot of coffee and let each man have a cup before leaving. Once they departed, Holly flipped her sofa cushions and changed her bed sheets. It was after midnight when she and Ivy climbed into bed together. The next day, Holly's only trial was in the afternoon. She was able to sleep in. She woke up in Ivy's arms. When she saw her blonde friend was awake, Ivy kissed her on the forehead. "Did you enjoy your present last night?" Holly looked thoughtfully at her friend and said, "Mostly yes." "'Mostly'?" Ivy asked. "We skipped dinner. I'm starving and I have a headache." Holly got up, leaving her robe behind and prepared a hearty breakfast. The two women ate in the nude in relative silence. After the dishes were done, Holly led Ivy to the Living Room. She sat Ivy on the coffee table and walked over to her bookcase. She pulled a book off the middle shelf. It was a novel by W. Somerset Maugham. It was called Of Human Bondage. There were two copies on the shelf. Holly took the hardcover copy. It was hollowed out. There were several short coils of rope inside. Holly pushed Ivy back on the coffee table. She tied Ivy's wrists to two of the legs and then tied her ankles to the other two. She went to the bedroom and fetched a long scarf. She used it to blindfold Ivy. "What are you doing?" the brunette artist asked. "Last night we had a clear violation of the sacred trust of the spare key. The punishment should fit the crime." "Punishment?" The momentarily sightless artist was nervous. "You'll love it, I'm sure, but it should be enough to remind you never to let strangers into my apartment ever again." Holly slapped Ivy's right breast and was gone. A short time later, Ivy's breast was struck again and a ball gag was placed in her mouth. Holly lifted Ivy's head and tightly fastened the buckle on the ball gag. "I can't shut your mouth, but I can fill it..." She trailed her hand idly down the brunette's body and then slapped her body repeatedly. Her favorite targets were Ivy's tits, thighs, upper arm and mound. They were each reddish in color in a short amount of time. She rubbed Ivy's clit hard with her left hand as she sucked on the fingers of her own right hand. When they were wet enough, she slid three fingers inside Ivy and fucked her hard and fast. In response, Ivy lifted her body off the table as she moaned on to her gag. She pulled out, spanked Ivy's clit ten times and finger fucked her harder with the same three fingers. She then walked away. Ivy listened intently over her own heavy breathing. She heard her friend pick something up and drag something on the floor as she returned. There was a buzzing sound just before electricity seemed to run through Ivy's body. Holly placed the head of a Hitachi directly on Ivy's clit. She adjusted the extension cord so she wouldn't trip over it. Ivy tried to squirm but there was nowhere to go the Hitachi couldn't follow. Holly vibed her mercilessly and then slapped hard on the clit three more times. Holly walked away. She showered and got dressed for work. She untied Ivy but left her gagged and blindfolded. She pulled Ivy by the hair and led her to the toilet. She let Ivy relieve herself. "Mow iph miph weppin muh pummiphmenp phip duh cwime?" Ivy asked as best she could through the gag as she sat on the toilet. "'How is this letting the punishment fit the crime?'" Holly interpreted. "Last night, you invited strangers into my home. You invited the unknown and now I am subjecting you to the unknown. Are you done?" "Yeph." "Good. Let's go." Holly led Ivy in the same rough manner back to the coffee table and tied her back up. She placed the Hitachi on Ivy's clit and duct taped it into position. She applied the duct tape in such a way that no matter how she wriggled it would be virtually impossible to dislodge the enormous vibrator. Holly left Ivy in that position and then went to work. Work was tedious. A jury needed to be selected for a robbery trial and the two lead attorney's were being nitpickers. Of the 52 potential jurors who entered her courtroom 38 were rejected after nearly two hours of voir dire. When a jury was finally selected, Holly ordered a short break before the trial began. The trial itself was equally monotonous. At four-thirty, she'd had enough and she recessed the courtroom for the day. She had no doubt these two attorneys would drag what was a simple one day case into at least three days of boring courtroom theatrics. Holly entered her chambers and quickly shed her robes. She checked her email and got current with her correspondence before heading home. She checked her watch as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. Ivy had been there for about three hours. Holly was in no rush as she entered her hallway. She pulled her keys from her bag before she noticed the figure leaning against her door. It was one of the men from the night before. It was the white guy who'd accompanied her and the other two men to her bed. She still didn't know his name. "Good evening, Your Honor," he said in an even tone. She tried not to show it, but Holly was terrified. He knew who she was. +++++ Thank you very much for reading! Please vote, leave me some comments and let me know what you think about this new series. Please keep the comments polite. Thank you.