Holly Hope - Slut girl

I could see a few drops of blood that had trickled out from where Larry actually had torn her puckering string, but the numbness of continued abrasion had helped the new sensation of sexual thrills to drown the hurt, and Mom was totally unaware of the rip in her asshole.

Larry rested and alternately tightened and relaxed his thigh muscles to make his cock throb inside her channel, and I knew what that felt like, because he used to do that to me inside my cunt when we'd rest a minute to keep from coming too soon. It felt the same as when a cock throbs while it's coming, spurt after spurt. And it tickles to beat hell. Then after a moment, he began fucking Mom's asshole again, and now he went faster and faster, and he had the range to where he'd pull it all out but that last inch of head, and then cram it in to the hilt with a mighty slam, and Mom was alternately going "ooooohh" and sucking her breath in as he withdrew, and then I'd hear her grunt "Uuugghhh!" as he slammed the breath out of her when he impaled her full length with his pounding, rampaging meat. But the grin stayed on her face all the time, and her whimpers of joy kept slipping out.

Then just as Larry was about to come, and I could tell by the tenseness of his muscles, and the expression on his handsome face, he pulled his cock out, slapped and shoved Mom on the side of her ass so that she lay face up, sprawled out on the bed, and then he leaped forward and sat on her tits, squashing them flat as he hunkered over her and shoved his gigantic cock into her mouth that was now open with surprise. I saw one jet of cum as it spurted clear past her head and off over the end of the bed. Then he had rammed his cock into her mouth.

"There, baby, suck me off!" he snarled, and his hips began pumping and pistoning as his rich creamy load was dumped spittingly into Mom's jaws. "Take it, and swallow it and have a good lunch, baby, yes that's it lick it and clean it and keep it coming yes this load's all yours Momma I'll blow your tonsils out baby suck it suck, suuuuucckkk!!!" And then, exhausted, he slumped alongside Mom's head, and she just turned her head and kept tugging and pulling at his meat with her lips and tongue and jaws, and her face was so full of his tool that even though she gulped rapidly, little rivulets of creamy jism seeped from her lips and dripped onto the sheet.

As Larry lay there, exhausted and panting from the exercise of fucking Mom in her ass, and blowing a gallon of cum into her face, Mom sat up on the side of the bed, one hand idly rubbing her drippy, sticky cunt hairs. Then she shifted over onto one cheek of her ass as she felt the tenderness from the pressure of sitting, and was made aware once again of the soreness of her recently raped ass.

"Goddam, Sheri, you've sure got one helluva joker there, that's for sure," she smiled at me. "But you'd better not try to let him go in your back door, honey – it'll kill ya. You kids were sixtyninin' when I walked in. Has he ever fucked ya, baby doll?" When I nodded yes, she went on. "I don't know how he ever got all that meat up in ya, I swear. Son of a bitch's hung like a horse. 'Course, you're gettin' to be a big girl, you've blossomed out and developed an awful lot these last few months, but Jesus, that's a lotta meat far a woman, much less a girl. Does he hurt ya, baby?"

"Oh, no, Mom, he's very slow and gentle, and plays with me – his hands and fingers and mouth, all over, till I get so hot and melty inside that I've got enough juice to float the Queen Mary, and then he slides it in so careful and kind. He's never hurt me," I fibbed just a little.

It was true. Larry was always considerate and patient and good with me and to me. I'd never seen him vicious and brutal like he'd been with Mom, but I figured that he knew what he was doing, and I think he was trying mostly to discourage her. If so, it didn't work too well, because she followed him all over the house the rest of the weekend, hinting, pleading, and finally begging him to fuck her, but he said no, very emphatically and finally said if she mentioned it again he'd clobber her. So she shut up and sulked and got drunk.

We made love half a dozen more times that weekend, and then Monday morning we all piled into Larry's car and drove to Clarksville. Mom bumped into a couple of men she knew in the courthouse, and convinced them that their memories were a bit off – that I'd been born four years earlier than they recalled, and when the judge asked what grade I was in school, I told him next to last year, a junior, and told him what subjects I was taking, and remembered what Larry had told me to say, and we got by with it without having to produce a birth certificate.

In twenty minutes it was all over, the judge threw in a two-minute lecture on the sanctity of marriage, and I was a starry-eyed bride, madly, thoroughly in passionate love with a handsome, wonderful husband. Mrs. Larry Purcell. I ran the sound of it over in my mind, and it was beautiful – truly perfect. I vowed that from that moment on, nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever destroy my happy dreams and rich, marvelous life.

We dropped Mom off at her house, and Larry counted the money out to her and made her count it over again. By now she was stoned, and grandly waved us off onto our honeymoon, saying that she'd finish counting it later. We piled into the car and drove about a hundred miles across the state to where Larry had, a reservation at a motel for four days.

After we'd checked in and eaten dinner at a next door cafe, we entered the room, and Larry shut and chained the door and turned to me.

"Sheri Purcell, Mrs. Sheri Purcell, darling, you've made me the happiest man in the world today. And now, we're going to start life all over again, little angel. Tonight you are a virgin, and I'm just a boy on his first date, and this is going to be the Garden of Eden all over again. Can you understand what I mean, what I feel, Sheri? The whole world was born again as of this moment, and all happiness is ours for the claiming. We'll just be Adam and Eve. Ready?"

I'd been getting undressed while he was talking, and as he shed his clothes, I threw all the covers off the bed and lay on my side watching him. He approached the bed slowly.

"Who you be, young lady?" he smiled.

"My name's Eve, sir," I smiled back. "And you…"

"I'm Adam. And what is this?" His finger gently drew a circular outline around one of my tits.

"That is a breast, Adam."

"And pray tell, Eve, what are they for?"

"They're awfully good to eat, I've heard, sir. Although I cannot reach it myself, so I cannot vouch for that."

"Then I'll have to check for myself." And as he fastened his hungry mouth on my achingly eager tit, I thought, this has to be the greatest game since… well, since the original Garden of Eden.

His other hand had wandered downstairs, and I felt the warm pressure at the hairline crack of my cunt as one of his fingers sought admittance. "And what have we there?" His words were muffled by the mouthful of tit he sucked so assiduously.

"Hush! Don't talk with your mouth full," I admonished, giggling.

"Then I'd never get to say anything," he laughed as he sat up. "Jee-suss!! You are so sweet and beautiful."

"Omigod, if ever a man owned Heaven on Earth, it's me at this moment."

"And for you I'll always stay, Larry," I said. "I'll never grow up and get old – I'll always, forever, be your bride. I promise, darling, because I love you I love you I love you!" I was melting with the emotion that surged through me for my man.

"Oh, baby Sheri, I know it's kinky, but damnit, I do try to do it legitimately, and all I ask is to be left alone and let me love that cunt of yours till you die of happiness – about a hundred years from now, preferably."

"But that's too soon, darling. I want to fuck you for at least two hundred years, nonstop! I want to feel that huge hot long wonderful cock of yours slide up smooth and hard and big inside me, stretching my cunt and filling me with your love, Larry. I just never want it to end. You give me everything in the world to make me happy, and I want you NOW!"