Holly Hope: Slut girl

I didn't protest as he parted my robe, and when he suggested that I shed my nightgown and crawl under the covers with him, I readily agreed to his proposition. My brain was in a whirl at the thought of this gentle man sharing love with me, and as I knew nothing of the ultimate fulfilling of physical love, the thoughts and fantasies of my past dreams and hopes and ideals overcame any fear that I should have had.

I did as Paul asked, sliding from my clothing quickly and bashfully, grateful that he looked the other way and fiddled with the breakfast fray that now lay on the floor on the other side of the bed. As he felt my body slide beneath the covers and touch his huge, strong muscles, he turned back to me and kissed me once again, half turning over me as I lay beside him.

"Oh, Sheri, baby, you're so beautiful, little darlin'," he murmured as his hand, cupped once more the breast that I pushed toward him. "I'll be so good to you, baby doll, honest. I won't hurt you, honey," he whispered.

"I know, Paul. Oooooh, that tickles!" I laughed as he thumbed my nipple and his left hand reached around my waist and I felt his hand cup my little round asscheek.

I felt the warmth of his loving touch spread all through my hungry body, and it was as if all my daydreams had come true. The soft firmness, the hard gentleness, the attention that was now all for me – these sensations flared throughout my mind and loins and the hunger for more, ever more love, filled my being and multiplied into an avid, demanding insistence on further, higher, deeper touches and exploration.

I pressed myself tighter and harder against his manly muscular body, starving for the warmth and love that I now felt being satisfied for the first time in my entire life, and as my arms encircled his heaving chest, I could feel the thrumming pound of his heart against my little breasts. The scrape of the hair on his chest stimulated my pink nipples, and I thrilled inwardly at the womanly waves of passion that coursed through me like electric current.

Paul half rolled away from me, and his left hand crept down between our bodies till it reached my crotch. As his fingers stroked softly in the peach fuzz that barely covered my virginal pussy, I felt the rigidity of his cock as it poked and pressed against my thighs. I reached down to take it in my hand, and was amazed that my little fingers wouldn't even go clear around it. I glanced down along our bodies, and gasped at the sight of his tool as it stood in total rampaging tumescence. I had seen a couple of boys private parts before; you know, "you show me yours and I'll show you mine", I guess. But they had been pencil-thin, and about three inches long. Paul's enormous cock seemed a foot long or more, and as thick around as a softball bat. I gasped.

"Don't worry, honey, we're not gonna try to get it in. I just want to pet you a little, my baby," he said as his hands massaged my asscheeks and gently rubbed my pubic hairs. "And I want you to pet me, too," he added. "Will you?"

"Sure," I said, "I want to pet you and love you, Paul. I do love you," I told him, and I meant it.

"Good," he said. "Just grip it as tight as you can and move your hand up and down on it. Yeah, yeah, that's right. Oh, God, Sheri, that feels so good! So Goddam good, yeah, oh Lord, keep it up, honey, mmmmm, hmmmmmm, oooooh, honey, you learn fast." He pushed back away from me a little. "We better slow down, lover – I'm about to blow my nuts, and I want the action to last a little longer. Hell, a lot longer, really. Now, I'm gonna do something I've wanted to do ever since the first day I saw you, baby doll. I'm gonna eat you up, little sugar-plum. Whattaya think of that?" He was grinning and sliding down in the bed as he spoke, and before I could ask what he meant, I found out.

I felt his hands seize firmly beneath my knees and lift gently, and as I was lifted almost onto my shoulders and neck, Paul's head bobbed down between my thighs and I felt the hot wet touch of his tongue as it raced rapidly up and down along my pink crack. I was astounded.

"Paul!" I yelled. "That's dirty!"

"Relax, angel. It is not dirty. There's nothing dirty about you, and there's nothing dirty about a man loving his girl any way he wants to." His voice was soft and muffled, but reassuring, and the emotions that surged through me made me want to surrender, so I did.

As he resumed his tonguing and licking of my virgin pussy, the tickling warmth spread upward throughout my crotch, my belly, and into my brain, and I began squirming at the excruciatingly pleasurable sensations that created over me.

I sensed a change as his head slowed its bobbing and I could feel the difference as his tongue concentrated at the top of my crack, and then the world exploded in a fantasy of riotous colors and feelings and my mind nearly went over the brink into oblivion as his wet hard tongue tip settled on my clitoris. I didn't even know then that I had a clit, or what it was, or was for. All I knew was that I was being turned inside out, burned, shocked, twisted out of all sanity, and I loved it, craved more of it, and I felt my body writhing and twisting beneath Paul's thrilling touches and kisses. I had to quit or go crazy, I knew that instinctively, and if I quit, I'd go crazy – I had to have more of whatever it was he was doing to me, for me, with me.

Paul's hands crept up over my flat tummy and firmly fastened onto my titties. The gentle enveloping warmth of his big digits surrounding my pink nipples brought them erect, and as his hot wet tongue slavered at my pussy, I felt the total heat of his tender lovemaking surge through my body, my brain, my loins.

Wave after wave of thrills shot throughout my body, and I knew that this was love, real, total love, just like I had seen and read about in movies and books. Paul was my entire world, and I loved him. Then I felt his face leave my crotch, and as I glanced down at him, he grinned up at me.

"Turnabouts fair play, isn't it, Sheri? Now about returnin' the favor, honey? Huh? You like what I did to you, didn't you? Didn't that tickle and feel real good, baby?"

"Oh, yes, Paul, it felt so wonderful, to have you loving me and petting me like that," I admitted smilingly. "What do you want me to do? I'll do anything for you, Paul, 'cause I love you, really love you," I told him.

"Swell," he said, and he jockeyed his body around until he was lying alongside me, then he arched one hairy leg up over my head so that his knees were alongside my head. "Now, baby doll, just suck on it like a lollipop," he told me, and I knew he meant the huge purple-headed cock that loomed so frighteningly near my mouth. "Go ahead," he continued. "It won't bite you if you don't bite it first!" he laughed. "Just kiss it and put it in your mouth and suck it like a popsicle," he said, and then he lowered his hips slowly down toward my face and I reached up and grabbed his monstrous tool with both hands. I needed both hands to capture it and guide it toward my mouth, for my little fingers wouldn't go clear around its throbbing width.

I opened my mouth wide and reached for the one-eyed head that filled my vision. My tongue reached out and licked the tip of it, and I felt him jerk an inch as my hot tongue first touched the sensitive point of his cock. I licked it again, wondering how I could, ever get the massive shaft inside my baby mouth, and then I saw a trickle of transparent fluid seep from the slotted eye. I lapped the "water" off the end, and it was warm and sweetish, but I found that as quickly as I dried the tip off, another drop or two would seep out, and I could feel the immensity of his throbbing, vein-striped prick as it pulsed against the grip of my hands.

Then the whiskery roughness of his cheeks were scraping gently against my smooth thighs, and I felt again the exquisite tingling of his tongue as it crept and slithered over and along my virgin pussy. The sensuous warmth of his kissing touches increased my desire, and I yawned widely and began to try to capture his huge cock with my mouth as he had asked me to do. Just as the flared head touched my lips, Paul thrust his hips downward sharply, and the rigid enormity of his stiff cock slid halfway into my hot mouth.