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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: Holly would and Holly Did...again and again. This is the saga of Bill and Holly and as we expect from the King of Interracial Erotica - this soon gets sizzling hot and stays that way until the very end. When Bill finds out the woman he's worshipped from afar for so long is a first-class slut it does nothing to change the way he feels about her. In fact, it makes him love her all the more. During the story Holly, Lois, Barbara, and Gilbert tell their stories and each one is hotter than the other. Holly tells how she was indentured and turned-out by her father-in-law, Lois tells of being beguiled by a black senator then betrayed, Barbara tells how she was made a willing slave to black men, and Gilbert tells how Larry stole his girlfriend and turned her into a black gang slut. "Holly Would" has gang, solo, dual, girl on girl, and group sex aplenty. It's also a love story and like all love stories should be, it is erotic to the max. The story also contains interracial sex but that shouldn't surprise you coming from Shooter!
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/Black Stud,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [190 KB]
Words: 47560
Reading time: 135-190 min.

I first saw Holly Becker when I was a freshman at the university. It was love at first sight. I mean it was love at first sight for me. Holly didn't know I was in the world. I saw her at various school functions and a few times at football games. All that year I observed and worshiped her from afar. I, being Bill Jordan. William Howard Jordan to be exact.

For the next three years I saw her from time to time. I couldn't determine which group she belonged in. I saw her with the geeks, the jocks, and the snooty crowd. By snooty I mean those students that were Greeks or members of a fraternity and sororities. Her range of social contacts was wide and varied.

I suppose the first thing I noticed about Holly Becker were her breasts for I am a breast man. I know there is a great diversity among men. Some are butt men, some legmen and some gravitate toward the breasts. I am a charter member of the latter. Of course, I am aware there are men who prefer other female body parts, but I love tits. I don't dislike, for example, butts, legs, shoulders, or feet, but I do love titties.

Size doesn't matter to me. I like boobs of any size. Its shape that is important to me. They could be no larger than mosquito bites and I'd love them if they were nicely shaped.

From what I was able to observe, Holly had fantastic breasts. From what I could determine, they were like twin torpedoes or at least the warhead of a torpedo. They sat high on her chest and stuck out boldly. I had to do a lot of imagining because I didn't actually see them except covered with a lot of fabric. Not until my senior year, that is.

It was the first time I actually took a vacation while in school. I discovered early on that while I wasn't stupid, I had to study harder than some students. I was a serious student with my nose to the scholastic grindstone for most of the time. However, that year I went on spring break to Daytona Beach Florida with a few of my classmates.

There in Trader Dan's Bar, during a wet tee shirt contest, I saw Holly Becker's magnificent breasts. When it came time to vote I yelled louder and longer than any of the other guys in the place and of course she won. It wasn't really a fair contest for the other girls.

After collected her money and praise from the people at Trader Dan's she disappeared from my sight and I didn't see her again until later that spring just before we both got our degrees. I heard later she had gone overseas to some third world country to teach. Holly Becker had gone from my life forever or so I thought.

My parents were both high school teachers and both retired while I was getting my higher education. Pop did the research and found that their combined retirement income would give them a much better life in Mexico so my folks packed up and went away.

My mother's parents were stinking rich, but that hadn't helped us at all. Because she married below her station and became a teacher, she was an outcast. Okay, that's not exactly how it was. She made herself, and our family outcasts. Mom, bless her heart, didn't want me being spoiled by money.

While I was in college, my grandfather became ill and was put in a nursing home. While he lay convalescing his two sons, my mother's brother's, ran his business. I hardly knew my uncles or their wives and didn't know my cousins at all.

Since the nursing home was close to the university and since I always liked the old man, I stopped and visited with him a lot. I was named for my grandfather. His name was William James Howard. I'm sure you've heard of Howard Enterprises, manufactures of just about everything.

Gramps didn't rally as we hoped. He couldn't seem to get back his strength, but at eighty something that didn't seem unusual to me. I wasn't optimistic that the old fellow would ever leave the nursing home so I visited as often as I could.

Gramps and I had many long talks. Mostly about him and all he had accomplished in his life. Occasionally we talked about me and what I wanted out of life. He got a kick out of hearing that what I wanted most out of life was Holly Becker.

"Billy," he said one time. "The girls come and the girls go. Don't waste your time chasing pussy." Ah, words to live by coming from a man who had four wives and none of them around when he needed someone.

I tried to go visit gramps at least twice during the school week and at least once on weekends. All during that time I never saw my uncles, aunts, or cousins. I thought they surely visited him and I asked him once if they did.

"Oh sure, they come to see me all the time," he answered then shook his head sorrowfully. "I've been in this damned place for nearly a year and your uncles came once and that was to get me to sign some papers. I haven't seen their wives or their children at all. You, Billy, are the only grandchild I've seen in a long time." I never asked him again because I could see it caused him pain.

It was Gramps who encouraged me to leave political science and study business so I changed my major to business administration. It was at his urging that I stayed in school to get my master's degree.

"Billy," he said to me. "Knowing how a business operates is valuable. That political crap won't help you. I'm sure you know how to lie and that's all you really need to be a politician. Find out how the real business world works and make it work for you."

On days when he felt like it and the weather was good I helped him out to the garden behind the nursing home where we had many long visits. Since I had squat for a social life and didn't have a steady girlfriend it wasn't a burden to visit him. Of course, I dated and it always was a surprise that many girls found me attractive.

Then one day just a few weeks before I got my masters degree, Gramps died. It wasn't a major event. I was sitting beside his bed and he simply stopped breathing. He died with a slight smile on his face. I didn't find out until later why he was smiling. Gramps pull off the greatest practical joke of the century.

I finally saw his sons, their wives, and the cousins at the funeral. They all acted as if they didn't know me or my parents who had flown in for the funeral. After we performed our duty to the dead, things went on as before except I didn't have a place or a friend to hang out with. My parents stayed long enough to watch me get my master's degree and they went back to their life south of the border.

It was a few weeks after that graduation that I got a call from a lawyer by the name of Hall. James Hall of Hall, Maple, Miller and a few other names that didn't mean anything to me. Mister Hall called to tell me I was invited to the reading of Gramps' will on the following Tuesday morning. I wasn't overly surprised because Gramps had indicated I was mentioned in his will. The surprise came later on Tuesday.

"What does that mean?" I asked Mister Hall. The other family members had stormed out of the office in a fit of fury.

"It means, young William," the old attorney said with a huge smile, "that you inherited everything except a few minor bequests. Your grandfather left the whole estate to you alone. His stock, his properties, and everything he owned." I was stunned and could not get my brain to function. I simply couldn't get a handle on what was happening.

"Now," the old lawyer said. "We can count on getting a stay order from some court. I wouldn't be surprised if your uncles weren't conferring with their attorney this very minute. They will, of course contest the will."

"What does that mean?" I stammered.

"It means that nothing will happen for several weeks, maybe even months. It will go to court and they will attempt to prove your grandfather was not competent to change his will. I will, as your grandfather's attorney, fight them and I will win the fight. William Howard knew this day would come and he prepared for it. When he changed his will leaving everything to you, he underwent a long series of tests to prove he was competent. There are several doctors of various kinds ready to testify to that fact. It's just going to have to run its course."

"When did he change his will?" I asked.

"About five years ago," Mister Hall said. "He was quiet impressed with you, young William. He was less than impressed with the rest of his family. He wasn't happy with the direction Thomas was taking the company. As you probably know, Thomas is the eldest son and he leads his younger brother, David, around by the nose." The old lawyer laughed loudly. "Of course your grandfather knew that his son's would attempt to block the execution of the will and he made sure you would be taken care of. He had a fund set up so that you would have sufficient monies to continue the battle. I took the liberty several years ago to put some money in a savings account in your name. You need to go to the main bank and sign some papers and you can go by any branch of the bank and draw whatever you need. I'll call the bank and tell them you are coming. You and I will confer later and I suspect often over the next few weeks."

I went to the bank still in a daze. The daze wasn't helped when I discovered just how much money I had. I was a quarter of a millionaire! Gramps had put two hundred fifty thousand dollars in the secret account and it had drawn interest for nearly three years.

The first thing I did was go buy a new car. My old wreck was about to lie down and give up anyway. I felt pretty damned good driving away in my new Lincoln Navigator. The next order of business was to find a better place to live. I cheerfully gave up the ratty old student's apartment where I had been quartered for two years. I took nothing but some personal things and clothes with me when I surrendered the keys and left.

I found a nice apartment in an uptown complex that suited my style. Actually I had no style as yet, but I was working on it. I bought some nice furniture and a grand entertainment center complete with a big screen TV and stereo system. I paid off every dime of the huge student loan. That left me with only a few thousand dollars but a great feeling. I realized why Gramps had died with that smile on his face. I hoped somehow and somewhere he was enjoying his prank.

The uncles wasted no time getting the will contested and execution halted. The papers were served on Mister Hall that same day of the reading. Mister Hall told me to hunker down and wait. That was what I did.

The internet is a wonderful research tool so while waiting on the court to act I did some research into Gramps business. Howard Enterprises was huge. The company actually owned all or the majority interest in several businesses across the state.

Mister Hall had told me how the company ownership was broken down. Gramps had owned seventy-five percent of the stock in Howard Industries. Uncle Tomas and Uncle David owned the other twenty-five percent. There was no other stock outstanding because it was a privately held corporation. I could understand why the uncles wanted to contest the will. Someone they hardly knew and didn't like was about to become the majority owner of what they assumed would be theirs. I would have fought also.

The case finally got into court, but it took nearly three months. There, Mister Hall and his battery of attorneys and expert witnesses soundly thrashed the uncles. After the judge ruled in my favor and dropped the gavel the murderous looks from my Uncle Thomas changed to smiled and congratulations.

"Welcome aboard, William," Uncle Thomas said with a smile that reminded me of a crocodile's smile. I was not fooled by being welcomed aboard my own ship. Uncle David offered me a limp hand and almost pulled off a smile. The aunts and the cousins ignored me and left the courtroom with all haste.

"Take your time reporting in," Uncle Thomas said slapping me on the back. I was sure he would have preferred sticking a knife in my back. "David and I will maintain a firm grip on the helm. Why don't you tour Europe for a few months and just enjoy being a rich man."

"No thanks," I said. "I have too much to do. I understand you and your family moved into Gramps house. Get out, Uncle Tom. Take your time, but be out by the end of the week and remember I have a copy of the inventory of the house's content."

I left him red-faced and wanting to swear. Mister Hall, who had witnessed the exchange, asked me if I thought it wise to alienate my uncle.

"I think we are about as alienated as we could possibly be," I told him. "I thought I should get started out on the right foot from the beginning." I told Mister Hall I wanted him to stay on as my attorney and he shook his head.

"I will remain available to you, young William, but you should find a younger attorney for council. I can recommend some if you'd like me to." I had started to leave when he said, "There is a very talented associate in my office I can highly recommend. Her name is Holly Becker." That name caused me to come to a sudden stop.

"Holly Becker?" I said.

"Yes," Mister Hall said. "She was married to Joe Maples, the son of one of my partners for a time but after the divorce she took her maiden name back. Do you know her?"

"I don't know," I admitted. Holly wasn't an unusual name and neither was Becker but together and coupled with the fact that I remembered that Holly was a law major and I had heard she went to law school before starting out to Africa or wherever she went, was cause for excitement. "I would like to meet with her and see if we can get along." I told the old attorney. He told me to come to his office that afternoon at five o'clock.

"By then I'll have briefed her on your circumstances and she can be up to speed," he said and we parted.

Time dragged until it was finally time to go to the law offices. I was a few minutes early and I waited in the grandly appointed waiting room for things to get started. At ten minutes after five o'clock, I got up and started for the door. I was never one to wait on anything but professional who keep their clients waiting really piss me off. It always seemed to me that doctors, dentists, and yes, lawyers seem to think their time is more valuable than our time. I told the receptionist I was leaving and I left.

I reached the street, twenty floors down when Mister Hall caught up with me. He wanted to know why I left and I told him.

"You are right, of course," he said. "I do apologize, but it was my fault and not Holly's. I was so caught up in telling her about you I let the time get away from me. Please forgive us, young William."

I let him lead me back up to his office and there I saw Holly Becker. The Holly Becker, the girl I had spent so many hours fantasizing about. She was, of course a little bit older, but still damned good looking. A smart jacket covered the torpedo breast I had dreamed about even before that hasty glimpse in Daytona.

"It's nice to meet you, Mister Jordan," Holly said after the introductions and offering me her hand. "I'm so sorry we kept you waiting. I won't make a habit of it, I assure you."

I almost told her I knew her, but that wasn't exactly correct. I knew her, but I didn't know her. Also I wanted to see how things went at our meeting. Holly wasted no time getting down to business.

"Mister Jordan," she said when we were all seated. "Mister Hall mentioned you told your uncle you had an inventory of the contents of the house. May I have a copy of it?"

"I would be happy to supply you with a copy if there was actually an inventory," I said. "I lied to Uncle Tom about that. I wanted to keep him honest." She smiled at my cleverness and Mister Hall laughed loudly.

"That was cute," Holly said, "but we can't count on cuteness, Mister Jordan. I suggest we put someone in place to watch the house and contents. Do you have any idea what furniture and fixtures should be there?"

"No, I never set foot in the place," I told her. "I don't even know where Gramps house is located. We only connected after he went into the nursing home."

"It's in the Foxwoods Estates area," Mister Hall supplied. "It's one of the older homes there. Your grandfather bought several large lots and built his home in the center. I think there is about fifty acres more or less. I can check the deed later."

"If you agree to let me represent you I'll take care of getting someone to watch for you," Holly said. Of course I agreed to let her be my attorney.

"That's great, Mister Jordan," she said and begun to talk. She made the usually dry legalese sound interesting so I listened carefully. Until my stomach growled in protest of being ignored, I wasn't aware of the passage of time.

"You young people should go get something to eat while you discuss this matter," Mister Hall said. Apparently he had heard the rumbling from my stomach. Holly had chosen to ignore it. I was surprised to discover it was almost eight o'clock.

"I'm not dressed for anyplace fancy," I said as we exited the building. "How about a fast food place?"

Holly agreed and be walked down the block to a Burger King which was suited to my faded blue jeans and equally faded tee shirt.

Burger King may not be what the lovely Holly Becker was accustomed to, but she ate like a hog. A whopper is a big burger, but she finished it, the French fries, and a huge drink. While she ate, she felt obligated to tell me things I had already found out about the corporate structure of Howard Enterprises.

"Thomas Howard is the president, CEO, and Chairman of the board," Holly informed me. "David Howard is vice president and vice-chair. Marilyn Howard, Thomas' wife, is secretary and treasurer and on the board of directors as is David's wife Joan. You should go there prepared to change all of that soon. You will need a friend or lackey on the board to second your motions. Your voting stock will insure that your motions will pass.

"How about you, as my attorney in fact, being on the board?" I asked her.

"I own no stock so I wouldn't have a vote if it came down to it," she replied. I suggested we transfer one share of voting stock to her name.

"Mister Jordan, do you have any idea of the value of one share of that stock?" she asked.

"No and please call me Bill or Billy," I said. "How much?"

"I don't know," she confessed. "A lot I imagine. Maybe as much as a million dollars," she looked at me for a moment. "You have no idea the value of your inheritance, do you?"

"No I don't," I answered honestly. "A few million I guess."

"How about somewhere in the neighborhood of eight hundred million?" she said. For a moment I couldn't breathe. She had to be mistaken. "Mister...I mean Bill, the house in Foxwood is valued at well over fifty million dollars. On the books the company is valued at over a billion dollars."

Shit! No wonder the uncles fought so hard. A billion dollars is...there isn't that much money in the world!

"Still want to hand me a share of stock, Bill?" she asked sweetly. "Maybe Mister Hall will have some suggestions on how to take over the board."

Mister Hall did have an idea. He computed the value of a single share of stock and that's what I sold it to Holly for. She in turn gave me a promissory note for the amount pledging her stock as collateral. That was on Thursday morning. Thursday afternoon Holly and I took a ride in my new Navigator to Foxwood. When I saw the house, I nearly lost control of my bowels. It was huge! It was a freaking mansion sitting in the middle of grounds that appeared to be manicured instead of mowed.

"What do you think of your new house?" Holly asked me.

"I have no need for anything that big," I finally managed to say. "That sucker will go on the market and soon."

"Don't be too hasty," she cautioned. "The real estate market is down now and you would take a bath if you forced a sale. Another thing, a place where you live is easier on the taxes that any money you would get from the sale. My spy inside that beautiful palace tells me that the Howards have packed and appear to be leaving things that should remain. Maybe your clever ploy worked."

On Friday, Uncle Thomas and family moved out and I moved in. Holly's residential spy, a maid she bought, informed her that Thomas Howard and gang had left so she and I went back to Foxwood.

The big iron gate was standing open so I drove on in. About half way up the long sweeping drive I stopped and once again marveled at the huge place. While we sat and gawked, a man driving a tiny golf cart came down the drive and stopped in front of my car. Holly and I got out. I discovered the golf cart wasn't tiny. It was regular size but the man was huge. Black as midnight and big! He approached us with a pleasant expression.

"Sorry folks, this is private property and you should leave," he said. "You can turn around anywhere and drive out through the gate."

"This is Mister William Jordan," Holly said walking closer to the mountain of a man. "He is the grandson of the later William J. Howard and is the new owner of this private property. Who are you?"

"I'm Mathis," the man said. "The new owner, you say? That is something of which I should have been apprised. I have to wonder why Mister Thomas Howard didn't mention anything about it to me."

"I'm sure I don't know," Holly said. "What is it you do here, Mister Mathis?"

"It's just Mathis," he said looking perplexed. "I am or at least I was, in charge of security here. If you'll follow me I'll take you on to the house and introduce you to the staff." He got back in or rather on the cart and we followed him to the house that was even larger that it appeared from the drive.

"If you will follow me, I will have Mister Hollis assemble the staff," the giant said. He looked like a street thug but spoke like an English professor.

Mathis took us through the big house, which was a long hike, and out onto a patio by a large swimming pool. He indicated a portable bar and asked if we would like something to drink. I figured the sun was over the yardarm somewhere in the world so I said a nice cool screwdriver would be nice and Holly agreed with me. Mathis made the drinks and disappeared into the house.

"So, what do you think about your new digs?" Holly asked looking at me over the top of her glass.

"It will do," I said casually. "I hate to swap my two bedroom apartment for it, but one must do what one has to do." She giggled and that made me giggle.

"What do you want to bet Mathis is calling somebody as we speak?" I asked her. She said no bet. After about fifteen minutes, Mathis appeared followed by the staff.

That was when I discovered that it took a huge staff to keep a place that large going. A butler, by the name of Mister Hollis, a cook or maybe he was a chef since I'm not sure of the difference, the chef's two helpers, a half dozen maids, a gardener and his two helpers, and a pool man. I thought the payroll must be staggering. Everyone but Mathis seemed to answer to Mister Hollis who was a very British speaking Indian gentleman. I think it must be a law that all butlers must speak British style English.

"Excuse me, sir," the chef said. "Are there any food allergies I should be aware of?"

"None that I know about," I told him. "I can eat almost anything that doesn't eat me first."

"Very good, sir," he said. "And you madam, do you have any food preferences?"

"Oh," Holly said. "I'm not..."

"No she'll eat anything also," I interrupted and added, "I like simple food."

"Simple, sir?" he asked looking startled.

"May I suggest you prepare a menu for the week and let Mister Jordan look it over? He can make changes or suggestions then," Holly said.

"Very good, ma'am," the cook said and took his underlings and left. Mister Hollis took the others and they also departed leaving Mathis with Holly and me.

"Who did you check with?" I asked the huge man.

"Mister Tomas Howard," he answered.

"I don't blame you for checking," I said. "What do you do around here beside ride around in a golf cart?"

"I am responsible for security," he said. "Or I did have that responsibility. Perhaps you have your own security arrangements."

"No, you are my man for that," I said. "Did you work for Thomas or for Howard industries?"

"Mister Tomas Howard, but my pay came from the company."

"Fine, now you work for just me," I said. "Do you live here or somewhere else?"

"I have an apartment over the garage, sir," he said. "Can I get you and your lady another drink?"

Holly and I declined. It pleased me for some reason that everyone assumed Holly and I were a couple.

"Very well," he said. "Mister Hollis had someone prepare the master bedroom for you. Do you have anything to carry up?" he looked at both of us. Holly quickly assured him she would not be staying there. That got us a quizzical look but no questions.

"Miss Becker is my attorney," I felt obligated to explain. "However," I continued looking at Holly. "I think it would be good if you came here for the weekend so that we could establish a game plan for Monday when we storm the citadel. Also you might advise me on how to fit in here. If you don't have other weekend plans," I quickly added.

"Of course, if you think it's a good idea. I'm free this weekend but I'll need a ride back to the city to get some things," Holly said and made my heart sing.

"I will be happy to drive her," Mathis said. "I'll bring the car around front."

A short while later I watched them leave. The car was a stretch limousine. Long and shining black. Damn! This sort of living was going to take some getting used to, but I wasn't too worried about me making the necessary adjustments.

Later after Holly returned and had been assigned a bedroom, we sat on the patio and talked until being called for dinner. It was a good meal but I have to confess I wasn't sure what it was. Something with a heavy cream sauce but I managed to choke it down.

After dinner, we went back out onto the patio. So far it was my favorite place in the whole house. While Holly was off on her errands, I spent some time exploring. If I counted correctly, there were fourteen bedrooms and eighteen bathrooms but that included the half baths in the empty stable, by the tennis court, and the one by the pool. There may have been one or two pissoires hidden from view.

Holly and I talked until the sun set and then sat in the dark for a while longer. We had stopped talking and just enjoyed the quiet of twilight and the knowledge someone was close if we wanted to converse.

"You don't remember me, do you?" Holly suddenly asked. "From the university, I mean."

"I do remember you," I answered. "I ran across you several times. You were a blonde the first time I saw you. You were coming out of Madison Hall with a group of your friends."

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" she asked.

"I have no idea," I said. I had asked myself that same question several times. I suspect I didn't want her to know I was a lurker. I think maybe I hadn't mentioned college because I didn't want to bring up a period in my life that was fraught with insecurities and a time when I was hell-bent on making good grades above all else.

"Did we know some of the same people?" Holly asked.

"Maybe, but I kind of doubt it," I said. "I didn't socialize much for the first couple of years anyway. By the time we were juniors you were hanging with the Greeks and I was just hanging. Studying and making good grades was more important that social contacts right then."

"Well, did you make good grades?" she asked.

"I did all right," I answered modestly. Three point nine-five is certainly all right in my book.

"Were you a good student in high school?' she inquired.

"No, just the opposite. I skated through high school mostly just barely getting by. It wasn't until my senior year of high school that it dawned on me that I needed higher education. Of course I didn't know I was going to become a rich man." It occurred to me that if I hadn't gone to college I wouldn't have spent the time with Gramps as I had. Maybe he wouldn't have put me in his will if that hadn't happened. Who knows that odd little turns life will take or why?

"So that's why you studied so hard?" Holly asked.

"I was told by my parents, my teachers, and a few total strangers that I was not college material. I was told bluntly that I couldn't hack it at the college level and that I would fail. That pissed me off and I was determined to prove them wrong. The hardest thing I had to learn was how to learn. I had little or no study habits. By the time I figured out I wasn't stupid and that I didn't have to spend every waking hour with my nose in a book, I had missed most of the things most kids go to college for. I made zero friends while there. I played no sports or any of the other extra activities. Actually, I was satisfied with a bachelor's degree. I wanted to get out of school and see what the world had to offer me. It was Gramps who encouraged me to stay on and get a master's degree. I figured why not and stayed with it. I heard you went to Africa or somewhere."

"I planned on doing that," Holly said. "I went to law school and got my degree and passed the state bar exam. I thought I should go to some third world country and give something back. Things have a way of changing quickly. Before I could go save the world my father, whom I adored, suddenly dropped dead. No warning or anything. One day he was alive and the next he was dead. I put my plans on hold and stayed home to take care of my mother who wasn't in good health. Two months, almost to the day of dad's death, she died. Suddenly I was an orphan. Mom and dad lived a comfortable life, but they didn't leave me much so work became necessary."

"I had dated Joe Maples on and off during college and after my parents died he became closer to me. He got his father, Joe Maples senior, to give me a position with the firm. I leaped at the chance. When Joe asked me to marry him, I thought it was a good idea. That just goes to show you that some of the "good" ideas we have aren't really all that good. It took me almost nine months to discover that being married to Joe was not something I wanted. I divorced him and now Holly Becker and Bill Jordan are all caught up and current."

"I think you left out a lot of your story," I said in what I hoped was a teasing tone.

"Such as..." she said

"I don't know because you didn't say," I said. "Like why you and Joe couldn't make it any longer than nine months for example."

"That would be a story for another time and only if you and I were extremely good friends," she rather sharply. Then she laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so waspish. What have you left out of your life's story? Why haven't you married?"

"I never found the right partner," I said. "I didn't date much while I was an undergrad. Like I said, I was a bookworm and didn't have the time for that. Most of the girls I've dated since then weren't a good fit."

Holly and I continued talking until very late. I was still willing to talk when she announced she was ready to go to bed. I went to bed myself and did so with a smile on my face. The girl of my dreams was just down the hall and I was contented.

On Saturday we walked the grounds, swam in the big pool, ate some scrumptious meals, and talked. Sunday was mostly more of the same. It wasn't until Sunday night that we talked about the up-coming meeting with the uncles.

"Introduce me as your attorney," Holly said when I asked her how I should explain her presents. "I'm sure they will try to separate us. They probably have no idea that you are the holder of a master's degree in business administration so they'll most likely try to snow you. We should stay together and let them do their snow job. It's important that we learn as much as possible and as quickly as possible. Remember that right now they are in control of the company. I'm not sure how long you should let that be."

"I think I would like them gone as fast as we can get rid of them," I said. "I guess we should play it by ear."

On Monday morning Mathis drove Holly and I to the world headquarters of Howard Enterprises. The office was actually outside the city a few miles in a suburb. The main office building was a newer four-story brick, glass, and stone building that to me was just ugly. Holly agreed with me.

Uncle Thomas kept us waiting for ten minutes and that set the tone for the whole meeting. I would have left if Holly hadn't encouraged me to wait it out.

"Who is this?" Thomas asked rudely, seeing I was with Holly.

"This is Holly Becker," I said. "Holly is my attorney and my friend. Fuck with me Tom and she will have your guts for garters." Using the words Tom and fuck seemed to surprise him but it also seemed to make him more civil.

Thomas took us on a tour of the office, introducing us to a multitude of people. I gathered that everyone who worked in the building was either a vice president or an assistant VP. Thomas made several attempts to separate Holly and me but we simply ignored him and stayed together.

"I think you would enjoy a trip abroad," Thomas said as we walked the corridors of the big building meeting people. "The company owns a nice yacht called the Midnight Mist. You should take it on an extended cruise. It had a crew always standing by."

"The Midnight Mist isn't a company asset," Holly informed him. "It belonged to William Howard and now belongs to Bill Jordan. When is the next board of directors meeting, Mister Howard?"

"I...I'm not sure," he said. "I'll have to check the schedule." He led us to a large room filled with cubicles and people industrially doing something. "This is the bookkeeping department and it's where our chief financial officer has his office," Thomas said.

Between the walks, the swims, and eating, Holly and I had gone over the company's personal structure. We knew the CFO was a man by the name of Clarence Wilkes. Mister Wilkes had been with the company almost as long as there had been a company. When Thomas introduced Holly and me to the man, it was obvious that the two men did not like one another. That was nice to see because my thinking was any friend of Thomas Howard's would not be my friend and vice versa.

"It's good to meet you young William," the CFO said taking my hand and shaking it long and hard. "Welcome, welcome. Let me know if there is anything I can do to make things easier for you. Just say the word."

I assured him I would be calling on him as Thomas hustled us out of the bookkeeping department.

"Thomas," I said after he informed us we were on our own for lunch because he had an important meeting. "There is nothing more important than you giving Holly and me your complete and undivided attention. Please call for a stockholders meeting for tomorrow."

"Impossible!" he shouted. "That's not enough notice."

"Where is David?" I asked. Thomas said he was in his office. "Okay then," I said. "Tell him there is a stock holder's meeting tomorrow morning and everyone who owns stock will have been notified. You, David, me and Holly. Those are the only ones who own stock aren't they?"

"I wasn't aware Miss Becker owned stock," he said not exactly answering my question.

"She does, Tom," I said. "Now we will leave you to go to your important meeting and we shall see you at nine o'clock in the morning at the stockholders meeting.

"Why the rush?" Holly asked after we were on the way to the mansion. "I thought we were going to hang back and see which way the wind was blowing."

"That was the plan, but that slimy bastard is up to something and I don't want to wait until the ax falls. I want to be the one swinging the ax."

"I suppose you are right," she said. "What did you think of Clarence Wilkes?"

"I think we may have a friend as CFO," I told her. At Holly's urging I went to the bank to get some of that cleared up. There was a shit-pot full of money in Gramps personal accounts and I had no difficulty transferring it to my accounts. Mister Hall was taking care of getting the other stocks transferred to my name. We got through at the bank in time for a nice lunch at McDonalds. Okay, I admit I like fattening fast food so sue me.

"I think I see a pattern here," Holly said after our repast of fine food. "First you took me to Burger King and now McDonalds. Can KFC be far behind?"

"Maybe," I said. "I'm not a big fan of chicken but I can eat it. By the way, what was that meat we had last night?"

"Beef," she said then laughed. "I think it was veal, but I'm not sure. It tasted good so I ate it. Let's go shopping. You sir, are in desperate need of suitable clothing."

Since I couldn't disagree, I let her lead me through several men's clothing stores. I bought four suits to replace the one I didn't have. That required shirts, underwear, socks, and shoes and of course ties. What a rip-off they are. A scrap of material that you hang around your neck and they have the gall to ask fifty dollars and more for them. Bullshit! No way will I pay that much for a tie. I had Mathis take us to Wal-Mart and I bought five ties for fifty dollars and they looked as nice as the high dollar ties. Holly seemed amused by my purchase. While I was being fitted for my suits, she disappeared and returned later with a small package. I inquired what she had bought.

"You'll see," she said being mysterious. "Later, my friend."

I did see later, boy did I see! Her swimming attire had been a modest one-piece suit but that afternoon when she came down to the pool she was wearing a tiny bikini that nearly caused my eyes to pop out of my head.

"What was that?" she inquired. I wasn't aware I had made a sound but apparently she heard my mind grinding away. "What do you think?' she asked turning so I could see all of what there was to see of the bikini. To be truthful I wasn't even looking at her bathing suit.

"I think you look great," I said then quickly amended it to 'it looks great'. She wasn't fooled but she also wasn't upset. We played around in the water for a while then got out to get some sun. We talked about the up-coming meeting. Actually she talked and I stared at her twin beauties that were so close and yet still so far away.

"Are you listening to me, Billy?" I heard Holly asking.

"Of course I am," I lied. "I was thinking about what you said."

"No you weren't," she scolded. "I said I called some school friends of mine last night. I talked with Kathy West. You remember her don't you?"

Hell yes I remembered Kathy West very well. It took most all of my meager savings to impress her enough for me to score. I told Holly I seemed to recall her.

"Yeah, I'll just bet you do," Holly said with a lilting laugh I had come to love. "Anyway she told me that you had a crush on me. Is that true?" I didn't see any reason to deny it so I admitted I had. "Why didn't you approach me?" Holly asked.

"I don't know," I told her. "I'm basically a shy person and after all, a knave doesn't approach a queen unless summoned."

"Queen my ass," she snorted. "I'm just like any other woman. You aren't shy now, so what happened?"

"Being around Gramps helped," I said. "Also I suppose maturity kicked-in and I grew up."

"What attracted you to me?" she asked. "Never mind, I know. Big boobs are both a blessing and a curse." I wanted to protest and claim it was her personality that attracted me, but I was sure I couldn't pull it off so I stayed quiet.

"Can you believe a man once offered me two hundred dollars just to see my breasts? "

"Did you make two hundred dollars?" I asked smiling so she would know I was kidding.

"No, but later I wished I had. Two hundred dollars would have come in handy. Why would any man pay that much money just to see some boobs?"

I launched into my well thought out idea about men and tits. I explained that men didn't have them in the same manner as women so there was some envy. The fact that in this country most women keep their breasts hidden and that creates a mystery and men hate a mystery. I finished my theory by telling her that if women kept their feet covered and men were not allowed to see feet there would undoubtedly be movies and books showing women's feet or elbows or whatever they hid.

"So that's why men go to strip joints and titty bars?" Holly said. "You poor things are warped,' she added. "Two hundred dollars just to see some chick's boobies."

"Actually I have spent much more and didn't even get to see them," I said. "I've wined and dined them and spent my hard to come by cash and nary a peek."

"Would you pay two hundred dollars to see my boobs?" she asked.

"At my present financial status that wouldn't amount to all that much," I said. "But no, I wouldn't."

"What? You wouldn't? That isn't even pocket money to you now. Why not?"

"Because I've seem your boobs," I said and of course she demanded to know when. I told her about being in Trader Dan's bar the night she won the wet tee shirt contest.

"No way!" she said. "Someone told you about that."

"No, I was there," I assured her. "You had the contest won, but when you lifted your wet shirt and showed all of us your beauties you clinched the win."

"I can't believe it," she said and laughed. "Until then that was without a doubt the most daring thing I had even done. If I hadn't been nearly drunk and my friends hadn't urged me on I wouldn't have done it. I will admit the five hundred dollars was nice. We spent every dime of it in Daytona Beach during that trip."

"So you showed your boobs, not for two hundred, but five hundred dollars."

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it," she said. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"I did," I said truthfully. "I thought you were a bit too quick to cover them up, but what I saw was very nice."

Holly sat up on the lounge she had been laying on and untied the top of her suit. Quick as a wink she was topless and I was hard just as quick. Finally I was getting a close look at Holly Becker's tits.

"You own me two hundred dollars, Billy, so pay up," she said and lay back.

"Just add it to my account," I said. "I'm sure you lawyers know how to pad a bill." Not only was I only a few feet away from the best looking knockers God ever created, but she put on a show by putting suntan lotion on them. I wanted to volunteer to do it, but I was afraid it would sound like I was coming on too strong. I mean I wanted to come on strong but was just too chicken to do it. I wasn't completely over being shy I guess. "Why are you teasing me, Holly?" I asked my voice strained.

"Billy Jordan," Holly said rolling over to look directly at me. "I'm not teasing you. I asked around and the book on you is that you were a good lover. Since for me it's been a year, more or less, I would like to have sex with you."

"A year?" I asked. "For someone who looks like you that's hard to believe."

"Thanks, but after the marriage to Joe and the divorce I threw myself into my work. Women now have it easier in the legal profession than they used to but it's still difficult. Especially with a firm like Hall, Maples, Miller and Suddeth. Very old and very prestigious and very hard on associates. If it hadn't been for James Hall talking me under his wing I probably would have been gone before the ink dried on the divorce papers."

"So why now?" I asked. "I mean to become un-celibate. I know that isn't a word, but you know what I mean."

"Because you are a nice man and you are rich as all get-out," she said. "Money is a powerful aphrodisiac, you know."

"Is that true?" I asked after a short while of pondering her statement.

"Oh yes it's true. You are a nice guy, Billy," she said. "Oh you mean as an aphrodisiac. I'm sure it is for some women, but I'm not impressed by money. However," she said grinning, "It don't hurt a damned thing. Come over here, Bill. I want to feel your hands on my breasts."

I actually leaped the distance that separated us. She wanted my hands on her tits and I had dreamed about it for years. I discovered reality is a lot better than fantasy. Should I repeat that? Her beautiful torpedo breasts felt much better that I could ever imagine. They also tasted great. Her nipples, set in large areolas, were long and thick. They became as hard as rock when I toyed with them a few minutes. She moaned and jerked when I bit on a nipple. Not hard, but hard enough to give her an orgasm. The first of many that afternoon, night, and into the morning.

I made love to her there on the patio without a thought as to who might appear. I didn't much care who showed up as long as they left us alone. Our lovemaking was long and sweet and it was almost as good as the fucking that followed the lovemaking. It was Holly who taught me there was a difference in making love and fucking.

When Holly and I got to my bed, the fucking started. I had never made it with any woman who was so demanding yet so compliant. So strong yet so weak, so sweet and yet so vulgar.

It surprised me and spurred me on when Holly, my sweet little fantasy angle, demanded I cram my cock in her cunt and fuck her. Her exact words. I did my dead-level best to obey all her demands. When she asked me to lick her cunt I dove down on her and ate until my tongue was sore and my jaws ached. When she asked me to fuck her ass, of course I did. That was a first for me. I mean I had butt-fucked women before but I had never had one ask me to do it. Holly even held her butt cheeks open to assist me.

The last thing she said just before she dozed off was that I was a great fuck. I always suspected I was, but no one had ever vocalized it before. I soon followed Holly to dreamland. I remember glancing at my new watch and noticing it was almost three am.

The next day I destroyed Thomas Howard and David Howard's world. Thomas asked why Clarence Wilkes was present at a shareholders meeting and I told him I had invited him.

Holly put a tape recorder on the table and started the ball rolling by asking everyone present to verify that the document showing Holly and I together owned seventy-five percent of the stock in Howard Enterprises. They all agreed it was legal.

From that point on it was mostly motions, seconds and passing of the motions. I moved that the board of directors be dismissed with the thanks of the new board. Seconded and passed. I moved that Holly myself and Clarence Wilkes be elected to the new board. Again the motion was carried. Then the new board thanked Mister Thomas Howard for his years of service as president and CEO and dismissed him. Same for David Howard.

Both men looked dazed and shell-shocked. Neither moved from the table until I motioned for them to leave. Mister Wilkes had Radisson Security standing by to escort both the Howards out of the building after collecting the Howard Enterprises ID and various keys. Radisson Security was recommended by Mathis who had worked for them at one time.

"Very nicely done, Mister Jordan," Wilkes said after David and Thomas had left. "I think you have decapitated the vipers. I will send out a memo to all personnel advising them of the changes in the company management."

Clarence Wilkes had told me before the meeting that both Thomas and David had set the wheels in motion to divert assets to themselves. That was quickly stopped. From what Clarence Wilkes could tell they hadn't managed to steal much before we landed on them.

I mentioned to Holly that I felt bad about treating my uncles in that manner. She chided me.

"Did your grandfather make any provisions for his two sons?" she asked and answered. "No, he did not and he could have. Both of them have been drawing a fat annual salary for many years. Mister Wilkes said they used the company credit cards, as did their whole family. Forget it, Billy, they won't starve."

"Wilkes said he cut off all the Howard's company credit cards so they'll have to use some of their money from now on. Okay, what's next?" I said rubbing my hands together.

The next ten days are just a blur. Holly and I spent long hours at the office trying to gain a handle on the business. My college business courses had prepared me, but there was much I had to learn. Holly and I were at the office by seven o'clock each morning and stayed until after dark.

After dark was when the fun part began. Holly was behind in sex, but apparently she had every intention on catching up even if it killed me. I can't think of a better way to go, can you?

When she wasn't banging my ears off we talked. There was a lot we didn't know about each other.

"Billy, I have to tell you some things about me," she said one night as we lay in bed. "I thought for a while I wouldn't tell you, but now I feel I should."

"So tell me," I said. "But only if you want to. I won't stop loving you no matter what."

"You love me?" she asked.

"It wasn't a crush like Kathy told you," I said. "It was love I felt the moment I first saw you and every time afterward." I hadn't even admitted that to myself until that moment.

"I have fallen in love with you, too," she said. "That's what I have to tell you these things about me. Things that are not nice. So let me get through it, please. I don't want my past to hang over us."

I listened while Holly told me her story.

I made it through prelaw and into law school. Then the wheels came off my wagon. My money ran out and my folks couldn't afford to help me with all of mother's medical bills. As you know college is very expensive and I couldn't get any more student loans and the grants were all gone.

I was dating Joe Maples at the time. Joe had graduated from law school a year before. He had taken the bar exam four times and failed every time. He wasn't a stupid man and he knew the material. He was one of those people who do not test well. He was working as a paralegal at his father's firm. Joe suggested I model to make some money. He told me about a photographer he knew and he put in a good word for me. Yes, it's an oft told story. Young attractive girl with big knockers posed nude to make some money, but I did and it got me nearly through law school.

Things got very tight just as I was about to enter the last term and it looked like I would have to drop out and get a job. Joe Maples came to the rescue again. If rescue is the correct word to use.

The photographer that I had posed for went out of business but Joe knew someone who knew someone that was in the adult movie business. Making an adult movie was something I never thought I would do for any reason, but I was desperate and at Joe's urging, I went to see the man.

His name was Arlo Crank, if you can believe it. Mister Crank was an older man. Maybe fifty years old. I hope you'll understand if I use the vernacular while telling this story. It's crude, but everything about that period of my life was crude.

Arlo Crank told me to follow him to a back room in his studio. He wasn't a man to waste time on small talk. He told me to strip as soon as we got there. By that time being nude in front of a lot of people was nothing new after posing for the photographer so I removed my clothing for him.

"They said you was a looker," Crank said giving me a close look. He started at my feet and looked upward until he got to my chest. There he paused and stared at my breasts. "God a-mighty!" he said. "There's not a finer pair of tits in this city. I think you'll do just fine, missy." He walked to where I stood and stroked my breasts.

That was something new for me. My old photographer never touched me at all. To him I was just some object to be lighted, posed, and photographed. I was nothing more than a piece of meat to him. Not that I would have minded if he had touched me. Posing nude always excited me. After a photo session I was always so hot I couldn't stand it.

Joe Maples seemed to know that. He realized that after being photographed nude I was available for whatever he wanted to do to me as long as we screwed.

Anyway, when Arlo Crank touched my breasts I started to quiver. He played with my nipples and actually gave me a small orgasm. Arlo knew he had someone who was turned-on and he fucked me twice that night in his studio. Crank wasn't very nice looking and he didn't smell very good, but it didn't matter to me right then. I wanted it and he gave it to me. He wasn't a man to be bothered with foreplay either, but I didn't care.

Joe had waited in the car for me to be interviewed and when I came out, he started laughing.

"Got fucked, didn't you?" he said still laughing. I admitted that Crank had indeed fucked me. I also told Joe I wasn't completely satisfied and I wanted more.

"No sweat, Holly," Joe said driving away. "You'll get some more fucking tonight. You just wait and see."