Holly Hope - Slut girl

Meanwhile, I was rubbing the lube into his cock, and then he pulled away, saying that we'd better get with it or he'd shoot off in my hand. I felt him draw back and place his left hand on my left buttock, pulling it sideways to open up my crack to the widest, and then came the warm touch of his glans against my tight virginal asshole. He must have felt me tense up at the anticipation of his penetration, for he said softly to just relax and let him do the work.

"O.K., Harold, go ahead. But if I holler, you stop, won't you?" I said.

"Sure, honey. I'm not going to tear you up. Won't even hurt you if I can help it, although, it's sorta like losing your cunt cherry, y'know. It might be just a teensy bit painful for just a second. But you let me know, and we'll go slow and easy. I want you to love it, Sheri, same as you love to fuck and suck. I want you to enjoy sex every way. Now, just relax your hips and ass, that's it, and when I say 'push', you push your insides back, same as if you were taking a shit. Then there's nothing to it. Ready?" I nodded, he said "Push!" and he rammed forward.

"Oooohhh! Noooooo! Wait – oh God – stop! Oh! Stop!!!" I screamed as I felt the sharp searing pain of my asshole ripped by the invasion of Harold's cock. Thin and skinny as I had thought it was, I wasn't ready for the ungodly pain that ensued as he buried his long cock halfway to the hilt up my ass. He stopped with that first thrust, and held perfectly still as I sobbed and felt the shooting pains spreading out from what I thought must be my torn and bleeding asshole. It seemed like a red-hot flashlight had been forced up there, and I swear it didn't hurt a lot more when I had the baby. The baby hurt longer, but not much sharper.

"Relax, Sheri darling," I heard Harold say. "Your asshole muscles are tighter than your pussy, so naturally they grab quicker and harder and tighter, but if you'll just relax, those same big muscles will stretch open that much easier. I'll lay here and wait, honey, no hurry, but if you will relax, it'll be that much easier for you, and the hard part is already over – the head's in, and that's the roughest part, usually. You can take a lot of cock up there, lots longer ones than your pussy can hold. It's just the diameter that gets you at first, honey."

I remember that was what Larry Purcell had told my mom that lime he cornholed her, and he had a huge cock, so I could guess what Mom went through that first time when I was watching them. Jesus! Wonder it didn't kill her! Outside of the painful stretching of the ring at the entrance, it felt kind of good and warm up in there, and I did want to explore this way of fucking, so I forced myself to grit my teeth and tell Harold to go on ahead.

Our mutual body heat had by now thinned and melted the lubricants we had so generously applied, and as he withdrew his cock till just the head remained inside my raw red asshole, it gave a smooth, soothing touch to the frictioning of his shaft, and then as he plunged in again, a longer stroke each time, it actually felt velvety and good, and as he pulled it back out on the reverse strokes, I could feel my ring clinging and grabbing and stretching as it felt like he was drawing my guts from my body.

The gentle tingling of his friction gradually stimulated previously unknown nerves in my ass, and I found that I had unconsciously placed one hand under my belly and was fondling my clitoris in rhythm to his in and out stroking. On the times he'd push, it felt as if his long cock was going clear through my belly and up into my throat, but as he had said, the bowels will hold a lot of meat, and there was no stretching or tearing inside like there was with a pussy the first few times.

His rapid seesawing had numbed the sphincter muscle, and with continued rapid thrusts, it had become accustomed to his invasion, and now I was really beginning to enjoy it. I found myself backing up harder and faster, rocking my ass to meet his lunging thrusts, and loving the hot shaft that stuffed me way up high, wanting more and more of this gut-filling way of lust.

"Hey! Just a second. I've got an idea. I don't want to sit here and get so hot I'll hafta jack off," Doc piped up. Harold stopped jabbing at my ass, and I turned my head to look at him and see what he had in mind.

"Sounds fair," Harold conceded. "How'll we do it?"

"Simple," Doc told him. "You lay on your back and leave it up Sheri's ass. She'll sorta be laying back on your lap with her pussy up in the air inticing me, and I'll slip it up her cunt."

"Yeah," I grinned. "That oughta work all right. Boy, will I be stuffed with cock! I've never tried it, but I'm game for anything, I'm gettin' so hot." I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Harold. "And it's gettin' better and better back there, lover. Just keep it clear in and hold real still until Doc manages to get that big son of a bitchin' cock of his started in the front. Then we can all cut loose."

Doc was by now kneeling before my spread legs, his massive tool held rigidly before him as he lowered his body slowly and gently down onto my jiggly tits. I felt him stroking the head of it up and down in my slimy juices to lube the glans, and then his fingers parted my slick pink lips, and he fed the first inch, the huge purple head, between the outer lips of my cunt. Even slick and hot and ready as they were, and spread as far apart as his fingers could get them, I could feel the terrible widening of his monstrously thick cockhead as it gouged and crowded the tender opening. I had not had any fucking except Harold's skinny cock in over three months, and when the muscles contracted after having the baby, they had returned to their former tightly closed layout. So it was with strenuous effort that Doc succeeded in impaling me with that wide tool of his.

I gasped in my breath and felt my eyes widen at the tremendous fierce stretching I took to engulf all of Doc's stumpy prick up in me. It didn't hurt – just felt all stuffed and strained. The shaft itself went in smooth and slick, following that flared, plowing head.

Harold told Doc to hold it clear in, said he could feel his cock as it came inside me, sliding the full length along his shaft as it lay buried in my rectum. The membrane separating my bowel from my cunt was stretched thin by the huge cocks that crowded my inner caverns, and I, too, could feel them rubbing together. Then Harold told Doc that he would pull out. Then when Harold pushed in, Doc was to pull out, and they'd seesaw that way.

Then it started. As I felt Doc's thin rod withdraw out of my asshole to the tip and then start back in, feeling the long, smooth, slow, hot penetration up my gut, Doc began to pull his thick meat from my clutching, grasping tight cunt, and the crazy mixed-up sensation of one going in and another coming out at the same time was wild. I need to relax my pussy to let Doc in to the hilt at the same time I snugged up my asshole ring to clamp Harold's cock to the utmost and give him tighter thrills, and I tell you my belly was being churned and turned every way in the world.

In two minutes I didn't know whether I was coming or going! Actually, I knew I was coming. I didn't know whether my cunt and asshole would it burned out with the intensity and duration of that orgasm or not, and I couldn't even tell whether it was a clitoral, vaginal, or rectal orgasm – my whole body was on fire and coming from every direction. I was just melting!

After we'd rested and gotten our breath, and gathered our wits a little bit, the two men agreed that I was probably about the best they'd ever known – talented, willing to try everything and do anything, and tight and enthusiastic that they'd get fifty bucks a trick, and half of that would be mine. Two tricks a night would net me fifty per day, for twenty-five days a month, with tame out for periods, would give me twelve hundred and fifty dollars a month and all my expenses, and no taxes. And a few months ago I was getting a buck-fifty an hour and a few lousy tips and having to slave nine hours a day on my feet to do it! You've come a long way, baby! I told myself.