Holly Hope - Slut girl

"Hey! Goddam, where'd you learn to be a snapping pussy at your age? That's wonderful! Kee-rist! We can just lie here and you can snap me off, the rate you're goin'. You make me feel as if I've got the biggest cock in the world, and I know it's just because you're so small and snug. You feel like a virgin every time I ram this up in your cunt, baby doll! Yeeeeeeah! Hey, listen, if we're gonna fuck, we better get with it, 'cause I can't hold out very much longer, it's so hot and tight and wonderful this way. So hang on!"

And with that, George drew his long, massive cock slowly out, and I could feel my cunt linings being pulled out with his tool as it retreated. He filled me so vastly that it felt as if I were being turned wrong side out as he dragged what seemed like foot after foot of his prick out of my clinging, gripping snatch. Finally I could feel the wide bulge of his coronal rim as the enormous head was at my tender pink lips, and just before it slipped out, he shoved in again, oh so tantalizingly slow, so hotly, slickly smooth. The stuffed sensation overcame me again, and in the background of my mind was the shrill exquisite electric touch on my clit as it was sucked in with the huge invader and was raked across its responsive surface by the full pulsing length of his cock trunk as it proceeded inexorably on its way up my clutching pussy channel.

"Ooooooooh," I heard myself moan, "that's it, George, oh God yes, do it to me lover I've got to have it but don't be a tease darling faster and faster and harder and harder!!! Ram it in me daddy oh ram and jam it up there yes yes yesss!!! Oh Christ fill me and tear me and kill me and fuck me george fuck fuck fuckkkkkkmeeeeee!" and as my pleading and my screaming aroused and maddened his already inflamed brain, I could feel the pounding and cramming of his horrendous tool as its rampaging onslaught ripped and tore and savaged my tender cunt, and the hot filling of my crevice burned new waves of painful joy and delight across my mind, and the total love of his fierce fucking drove me to higher and wilder heights and I could feel the greatest orgasm of all time rapidly building up in the maelstrom of my cock-hungry mind.

"Keep it there oh more and more and more and harder do it to me harder Georgeoh God darling you're killing me but don't stop! Never stop fuck me crazy fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck me till I die I'm commmmmmjng daddy nooow aaaaarrrgghh!!!"

And the scalding jet of his rich white creamy sperm as it shot up inside my sore red-raw cunt made me whirl off the tippy-top of the mountain we'd climbed together. George told me later – about ten minutes, he said – when I came to, that he was afraid for a second that he had killed me, but he soon saw from the way I was gasping and panting and heaving that I had only fainted from ecstasy, and that I was sure as hell alive – only unconscious. And he said that my cunt gripped and clutched and spasmed on his cock till every drop had been milked from his overloaded balls. Even when it got limp, he said that he'd had a hell of a hard time getting it out, I clenched it so tight with my ever-hungry cuntwalls. Only the slippery cum with which my snatch was filled had enabled him to slide out finally and examine his flaccid tool. It had been rubbed raw from the abrasion of my tight little pussy, but he said that was a wound he'd always be glad to get in the battle of the sexes.

The bed was a drenched, steamy mass of soggy sheets, and as we showered together – and I found that if I hold my breath real good I can blow a man under water – the maid came in and changed linens since George had phoned the desk and requested that. We lay around on the bed after that for an hour, just petting and cuddling and promising each other a lifetime of happiness and total satisfaction.

The next day after a morning quickie for inspiration, George went out and came back in less than two hours with a new job that would start the following Monday. We spent the afternoon driving around looking for an apartment or a small house, and finally located an air-conditioned one-bedroom guest house that set way back from the main house, and rented it, agreeing that we needed privacy and soundproofing, the way we went about making love so enthusiastically. He told the landlord we were on our honeymoon, and the man replied we'd have all the privacy in the world for the next four months as he and his wife were going to Canada for the summer and we'd be the only ones or the premises. Talk about an idyllic setup!

We settled down. That is, up and down. And in and out. And so the summer went. He got me a beautiful charm bracelet with TFYO on it, instead of my initials. I asked what that meant, and he said. Life was perfect, and I was finally a winner.

"Ha-a-a-ppy birthday, Princess!" George shouted as he came out of the bathroom. He always got up about eight, showered, shaved, and then woke me. He pampered me and let me sleep "to keep my strength up for long sexy nights" was the way he phrased it.

"Goddam, you do look radiant. Sheri, even when you wake up first thing in the morning. And that is the acid test for a woman. Most of 'em don't look worth a shit without three hours at a makeup table. C'mon, get up, get up. We gotta go get your birthday present. I told 'em at the office I was takin' the day off for your birthday."

As I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom, I could hear George fixing our morning coffee, and I thought how happy I'd been the past two years, four months and three days that we'd been together. He had worked hard at his job of selling, and even harder at his job as "my husband", and I felt as if I were sitting on top of the world. He had promised me an extra – specially nice present for my birthday, although I told him his love was all the present I wanted. He'd been real swell about buying me all the clothes and jewelry I needed, and we were actually in pretty good shape. He handled all the money, and I never wanted for a thing. My old life was behind me and I'd never be a loser again. Life was beautiful.

And I had a surprise for him. Today was going to be a day for both of us to remember, I could see that. As soon as I'd showered and dressed and got to the kitchen, George announced my birthday present.

"A brand-new bright-yellow Stingray convertible, baby! How does that sound? And I've got the cash to pay for it in full right here. And it'll go in your name – your very own car, lover. Does that show you I love you?" He was happy as a six-year-old with his first electric train. He was always happy when he gave me things.

"Oooooooh, George! That's perfect, darling!" I yelled, and kissed him extra hard. He'd taught me to drive about five months ago, and I just loved sports cars and convertibles, so this was a dream come true. And I had news for him.

"I've got something for you, too, lover," I said, excited at my good news.

"What's that, hon?" he asked, sipping his coffee.

"We're going to have a baby, George! Won't that be…"

I broke off, for he had spluttered his coffee all over the table and he slammed his cup down.

"You're WHAT!!!" he shrieked. "No fuckin' way, baby!"

"But George…" I started to protest.

"Bullshit!! No cunt's gonna trap me with another brat, I've told you and told you. You dumb bitch, did you think I was kiddin'?" I'd never seen such a fierce look in George's eyes before, nor heard that menacing tone. "What the fuck happened – the pill didn't work? I thought it was a hundred percent."

"I… I… well, I, uh, yeah, it's supposed to be, but they gave me those headaches and I was always throwin' up, George, so I thought…"

"Jesus Kee-rist! Who told you to think, cunt? Goddamm it to hell, kid, you ain't got no brains, none at all, except in that fight little box of yours. All your thinkin' should be done with your hot snatch – there, you're a genius. Anywhere else, you're an idiot and a loser. Aww-w-w-w, shit! This blows it!" He mashed his cigarette out fiercely and stood up, dumping over his chair in his anger. "I'll be back when I cool off. See ya!" and he stomped out of the house.