C Holliday - Her animal act

They kissed for a long time. Paula's fear was driven out by the growing number of those strange butterflies fluttering so wildly inside her stomach. In a daze, she put her arm around him and began to suck willingly on his ever-moving tongue. His thick shaft pressed between the lips of her cunt, feeling hot and hard even through the thickness of her clothing. Soon her clitoris crept from beneath its protective hood and started bombarding her mind with thousands of wonderful sensations.

Jose kept their mouths together, pulling his tongue back slowly, teasing hers into his mouth, then sucking it hungrily.

Her open hand moved jerkily over his back; her loins beginning to hunch back at him, Paula moaned through her flared nostrils and stuck her tongue so deep into his mouth that she was licking at the back of his throat. Her boy friend back in Tulsa had never thrilled her the way Jose was thrilling her. With him, she'd always been in control of the situation. With Jose it was entirely different. He was a man; he was in control; he was going to fuck her – and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him!

With Jose she felt so weak and helpless. And to her utter amazement, she found she liked feeling that way. She felt uneasy about liking it, but she did anyway. Every nerve in her young body began to sing a new and exciting song. Her response to Jose's passionate kisses and stroking hands was awfully depraved, she knew – but she couldn't help it. He was so big and black, so gentle yet masterful. Very much aware of his blackness now, thrilled all the more because of it, Paula threw her leg over his hip and rubbed her cunt eagerly up and down his pleasure-giving cock.

And it was giving her pleasure. Her clitoris, hard and throbbing by this time, was being massaged ever so delightfully by the bumpy under-surface of his thick shaft. The walls of her vagina began to secrete copiously, the slippery fluid seeping out and covering her swollen cunt lips, soaking the crotchband of her nylon panties. Her loins felt hot and hungry as never before. Soon she was raging with desire, wanting to be penetrated and made a woman, wishing Jose would hurry and take her.

And her unspoken message got across to Jose. He pulled up her dress and tugged her panties down her legs.

Paula kicked them off along with her shoes, then lay on her back, shivering as she looked up at his gentle face, letting him take the rest of her clothing off, rolling and lifting herself to help him.

"You won't hurt me?" she asked.

The dim moonlight shone on him. The adoration in his eyes and the worshipful expression on his face told her she had no cause to worry. She wondered dimly what he would do if she put her clothes back on and refused to cooperate. His eyes seemed to be full of loving tenderness. But she supposed he'd get angry if she rebuffed him again… and she didn't like him angry. She liked him this way – tender and passionate. No, she didn't want to anger him again. In fact, she didn't want to refuse him. The fire he'd set in her loins was a demanding thing. She didn't want to stall him any longer. And though she was shivering with fear at what lay ahead, she hungered for the experience.

Impulsively she reached out and grasped his cock, sucking in her breath at the size of it. Trying in vain to make her fingers encircle its girth, she breathed, "It's so big and hard!"

Ruth began to sob piteously, her body jerking as she lay helpless under the blanket.

Until her mother sobbed, Paula had completely forgotten there was anyone else in the world but her and Jose. She glanced at her, then at her unconscious father. A sense of shame swept over her. She knew it was wrong to let herself enjoy Jose's lovemaking. But wrong or not, shame or no shame, she did want him. And since he would take her, willing or not, she decided to hell with the shame, determining to make the most of a situation she had no power to direct.

Then there was no time to think, because Jose was bending over her and loving her in three places. His hand covered her tit, massaging it, tweaking her hard pink nipple as his mouth and tongue worked warm and wet at her other nipple. His hand was between her thighs, stroking her, brushing her cunt, rubbing it.

With him doing all that, it was an easy matter for her to close her ears to her mother's sobs. She gripped his feverish dick tightly, squeezing it and moving her hand up and down by instinct. Her other hand came up to his head. She moaned softly, rubbing his mass of kinky hair, pulling his mouth firmly over her tit.

Slowly his hand moved up her thigh and cupped her cunt. Fingers worked her open, making room for another finger which slid between her spread cunt lips and bumped her hymen. She jerked reflexively, then caught herself and pushed back at the invading finger. It hurt very little as it slipped deep into her moist vagina. Paula sighed with relief, thinking her hymen had been broken and wondering why girls lied about it hurting so much.

But her membrane was not broken, as she thought. It was merely stretched a little and pushed to the side.

As Jose's middle finger stroked gently in and out of her cunt, Paula sighed again and again. She was a woman at last, and she gloried in her new status. Sex was terribly good – getting better and better all the time – and she wondered how people could think anything which gave so much pleasure could possibly be bad.

"Oh, darling," she whispered, so her mother couldn't hear. "I'm ready now. Take me… put it in me!"

When he kept sucking her tit and fingering her pussy. Paula pulled his head up and kissed him abandonedly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and jerking at his cock in an effort to urge him on top of her.

That, Jose understood. Leaving their mouths pressed wetly together, he swung between her legs and brought the head of his massive cock to her cunt.

Paula held her breath, waiting for him to penetrate her, spreading her legs wider apart to make it easier for him. It felt wonderful lying in the outer folds of her steaming opening, and she wanted to have it inside her at once now that her hymen was already broken.

But she wasn't prepared for the pain his bulging glans caused as he pressed slowly in. It entered her larger lips quite easily; but when she felt it spreading her inner lips tautly, she jerked her mouth from his and flung her head to the side. The pain was a tearing, dreadful thing. She gasped, jerked convulsively, then bit her lower lip to keep from screaming aloud.

"Stop… oh, please stop," she begged. "It's too big for me!"

Ruth was crying brokenly. She could hear what was happening to Paula – every sordid detail of it.

Recognizing the sound of pain in her voice, Jose pulled his glans from her at once. He bent and kissed her cheek, then scooted down and kissed her pussy.

By the third kiss her pain was gone, but Paula wasn't about to push his mouth from her vulva. His lips felt awfully good there. She lay as still as her trembling would allow, holding her legs far apart and patting his head. Then his tongue shot into her and Paula thought she would die, it was so good.

Everything but her pleasure completely forgotten, Paula crooned softly and held his face to her crotch with both hands. Up and down her hole he licked, darting in occasionally and stuffing her as full of his precious tongue as her virgin pussy could take, whipping her to new heights with each lick and thrust, thrilling her until she couldn't stand another second of the unbearable bliss.

"Oh… oh cripes!" she wailed, pushing him away before she passed out from the intensity of it.

Her mind reeling with lust, she recalled the girl in the dirty picture, then struggled up and knelt over Jose as soon as he'd flopped onto his back. Without a second's hesitation she grabbed his shaft and lowered her face to his loins. Pursing her lips, she pulled his cock to her and kissed his glans. It felt hot and moist. Those butterflies in her stomach numbered in the millions as she stuck out her tongue and licked Jose's feverish cockhead.