Holly Hope - Slut girl

I knew that we couldn't keep this up too long without having him lose his load again, and I didn't know how long it might take George to get another hard-on, so I decided not to take a chance on his early rejuvenation until I knew his capabilities better. Besides, I figured, I could blow him to completion a couple of times a day while I was having my periods and we couldn't very well fuck, so that way I was guaranteed plenty to eat and drink from his lovely tool in the near future.

I released his cock from my mouth and drew away, but it looked so delicious standing proudly at attention that I bent back down again and gave it a nip with my teeth and one last auctioning kiss with my juicy lips, and then heaped beck off him and spun around and put my knees beside his hips, drew myself up high until my snatch just cleared the erect, missile that stood ready for firing, and parted my cuntlips with one hand, I guided his beautiful shaft to the opening of my dripping pussy that so craved to be stabbed to a heavenly death by my lover's pulsing dick.

"Oh, God, Sheri, you're wonderful," George smiled up at me at the first penetration as I hovered with just the head of his hard cock fucked inside the clutching lips of my slippery cunt. "You love it, don't you? Really love it? Huh? I like to hear you say it, baby doll. My damned wife never lets me know how it is. She just grunts if it hurts, but no damn syllable does she utter if it's good, or what she likes best. Drives me nuts. So tell me, angel – you love it?"

"Oh, George, you've got the loveliest cock, it's just a perfect one, and I love it and need it and want it, and I need you and love you and want you, too. I want you up in me, real big and hard and often, darling," I told him, "honest I do. There," I said with a grunt as I sat down hard along the full length of his shaft and felt the rigid tip of his eager cock bump gently against my cunt, filling my tight little cunt to capacity, "isn't that the tightest and hottest pussy you ever had? You like that?" I asked as I remained perfectly still on the outside with his cock fully up inside me, and then rhythmically began to twitch my inner muscles, letting my vagina relax, as much as it could the way it was crammed full, and then bearing down and contracting my pussy walls. I felt as if I were truly strangling the lifeblood from his invading weapon. Then I began climbing and dropping, raising up till just the flared head of his cock was captured in the constricting velvet prison of my cuntlips, and then ramming it back up inside me, the slick pink walls yielding reluctantly to his thick shaft, the friction of my tightness scraping deliriously upon the tender glans as it drove through my protesting cunt.

"Oooooooh, God, I love it!" I exclaimed as I felt a come building up inside me, for with every impaling downstroke onto his lance, my clit was fucked inside by the friction of his rigid cock, and the abrasion was so exquisite that I was reaching my peak rapidly. "There… right there… oh God, it's good, George, oh fill me with that hot meat lover do it to me more harder jam it up in me there… there… Yeeeessss!!! Oh God I'm coming love aaaiiigghh…" And just as someone drew a streak of lightning across my brain and my body was plunged into searing flames, I felt the jetting surge of his honey scald my cunt, then as I slumped forward across his chest, hot rivulets of his cum streamed from my overcrowded, totally stuffed cunt, and I remember vaguely wishing that I had strength enough to turn around and lap it up, but I lay there, panting and gasping and heaving as I felt the small spasmodic twitches of his cock in response to the grinding, wringing-out clutches of my cunt muscles, and we lay still for a full five minutes before either of us had the energy or inclination to move.

"Wheeeee-eeew! That was beautiful, darling, positively perfect! No, don't move. Just leave it in, even if it is limp and drained. It feels so good in there, just to be part of you, and you're so damned tight that it feels like you're choking it now. Jesus! I never knew pussy could be so heavenly, though I've always loved it, of course. But you're somethin' else, angel, really you are." He struggled slowly to sit up. "But I just thought of something, baby – we'd better be gettin' back home – the movie would be just about out by now, and we don't want to make any waves of suspicion."

As we got dressed and combed, George handed me ten twenty-dollar bills and I tucked them in my bra. That would provide very nicely for me on the road and for a few days in Phoenix till he got there. He told me a motel on Van Buren St. to go to, with a coffee shop, and to lay low as much as possible, eat right there, buy magazines and read, and just loaf. The bus trip would take almost two full days, and he'd leave as soon as I reached Phoenix, and he'd drive straight through. I could buy some cheap clothes, so I'd just leave in my school clothes tomorrow morning, and no one would even miss me 'til five p.m.

George was going to tell his sister that he was going to New York City – he had an old Army buddy there that would receive and forward any mail for him, so no one would be looking for either of us in Phoenix. He stopped by the all-night cafe that was the bus stop and bought a ticket for Dallas, and gave me another fifty and the Dallas ticket and said to get a ticket for Phoenix when I got to Dallas. He'd changed the plan just a bit, but thought it was safer that way. He cautioned me to avoid other passengers, gossip, and so forth as much as possible on the way, and I promised to do so.

Things went smoothly the next day. I always took my purse to school – cosmetics, lunch money and so on in it – and I just waited till the bus was ready to pull out, then stepped on, gave my ticket and slumped down out of sight. The trip was dull and boring and uncomfortable, but the dream of getting away and being someone, having something finally, sustained me, and I awaited the new life with anticipation.

I checked into the Caravan Motel as Mrs. George Collins, as George had instructed me to, got a ten-hour sleep after the long bus trip, then ate and picked up a couple of outfits at a dress shop in the motel arcade. They were sort of high-priced, I thought, but they were real classy, and new clothes were still a big treat for me, so I loved them. I got the local paper and read the want ads clear through for apartments, and saw that the nicest ones were northeast, and that there were plenty of them. It was the end of May, and everyone in their right mind leaves Phoenix in the summer. I could see why – it was ninety-six degrees now, and they said it gets really hot in August and September! But George had warned me of this, saying it was to our advantage, as he had experience selling refrigeration and air-conditioning, and there would be plenty of places for rent. He was right, I could see that from the ads.

The next afternoon I got bored and bought the cheapest bikini in the dress shop and headed for the pool. That was great – the sun cooking down and the clean bright water to clip into when I started sweating, and they had a small bar set up outside by the pool, and served me, this was living! And as I looked around the pool I could see that my figure was one to be proud of, and also I could tell by the glances and occasional whispered comments of some of the people sprawled around the area that I was definitely the belle of the ball. Did me good, I've got to admit.

I was lying there sunbathing, just about to doze off, the heat was so relaxing and hypnotic, when I happened to glance up and saw him come through the big glass doors to the pool patio. I jumped up and ran, oblivious of my bouncing tits and wobbling ass and the jerking of necks and heads as people followed my movements.

"George! Oh, darling, I'm so glad to see you!" The reassuring warmth and familiarity of his presence, the solidity of someone I knew and wanted – he was a welcome sight.