Holly Hope - Slut girl

"There, see, I got it up to an inch and a half before you called it quits. And I'll help you along another way, too, baby." He produced a small vial of fluid from his coat pocket. "This is what's called a topical anesthetic. You just rub it on the skin, and it soaks in and helps hide any pain I might cause. Dentists rub it on your gums before giving you a hypo. It works, and makes it easier the first time. Goddam!" he exclaimed as he saw my hips writhing and twisting seductively and noticed the shiny beads of joy juice that oozed from my avid steamy cunt. "You are ready, ain't ya?"

He poured a bit of the anesthetic over his forefinger and middle finger, and then I lay back and he inserted both of his huge digits at once into my slick and hungry snatch. He crammed them dear up inside me, and it felt so good to have a warm male touch in my cunt that I ground down firmly onto his fingers until I felt his nails scratch against the hard mouth of my little womb at the end of the tunnel. Then his fingers came alive inside me, clawing and massaging the velvet pink lining of my slick cave, and gradually I became aware that it was "going to sleep", getting numb like your foot does if you sit wrong for too long. I could still feel the muscular resistance to his manipulations, but not the surface friction. It felt funny, but nice, real nice.

"Baby, I can't wait," Carl said softly as he stood up and withdrew his dripping fingers from my tight cunt. "You are gonna get fucked like you've never been fucked before. That I can guarantee you." He clambered up on the bed beside me. "Pull your knees back up onto your chest, Sheri, and give me a clear shot at that delicious pussy I need so bad."

I did as he told me, and felt the heat of his enormous knob as it touched the tender outer lips of my slick cunt. A drop of spit on his glans lubricated the cum-covered purple knob, and as his fingers parted my seeping pink lips and he positioned himself directly before his target, I took a deep breath and braced myself for his initial entrance. I shut my eyes and merely hoped that he wouldn't split me in two with his meat.

Then Carl lunged! I felt the bending of his cock at my cunt entrance as the awful resistance of my tight pussy held him up for a brief instant, and then came the savage invasion as yard after yard of his immense cock impaled me. I couldn't help it – I screamed and fought and cried as the terrible stabbing cock ripped and tore and stretched my insides beyond belief, and I felt the river of blood come pouring from my snatch as the monstrous black weapon surged and seared up in my tender cunt.

"Aaaaiiiieeee!!! Nono no stop Carl! Oh God you're killin' me aaaarrrrggghh!!! Oh God oh God you've torn me all up inside stop stop you dirty nigger you're killin' me!! Take that pole outa me oh Carl oh God I can't take it I can't take it Carl please oh Christ pleeeeease!" Then, as he launched his second assault and I felt my legs being driven wide apart again by his onslaught, and every muscle in my thighs, my belly, my hips were being ravaged, by his relentless and irresistible power and size, I mercifully blacked out.

Even in my unconsciousness, the screaming pain and endless hurt of his insertion penetrated through the black fog, and every nerve ending was lanced by the fierce piercing hurt that permeated every ounce of my body. He said later, when I came to, that he was afraid for a second that he had really killed me, and since he was that far along, he figured that he might as well give me a good thorough screwing, so he pounded and rammed all of his cock up inside me for a full ten minutes before he let his load go.

When I roused – he said I was out for twenty minutes – I looked down at my ravaged little body, and saw the rivulets of his cum mixed with my streams of blood that was smeared all over my hips and thighs and belly. My body was one huge aching mass of bruises, and Carl's teeth marks showed clearly on my left breast where he had nearly bitten the nipple off in his orgasmic excitement as he came. My ass lay in a pink-streaked pool of cum and blood, and the entire bed was an unholy mess.

I turned to get up out of it, and the tiniest movement of my body muscles brought a shrieking spasm of pain. Carl told me to just lie there a minute, and he went to the bathroom and got several towels soaked with hot water, wrung them out, and brought them to me and sat down beside me and started cleaning me up.

"Kee-rist, I'm sorry, Sheri. You wanted it, God knows that, and so did I, and then when we got started I couldn't have stopped if the cops walked in and shot me. I knew it'd hurt, bound to, y'know, but it was so tight and clinging and sweet and snug and I just had to have it all. You went and passed out, from the pain, I guess, but your body kept on twisting and thrusting and pushing up to me for more and more, and I guess I must have pushed your womb clear up into your chest, 'cause I had it in to the hilt on every Goddam stroke, and I could feel it bumpin' hard on your cervix and no fuckin' way I could stop myself. But your body wanted it all, no denyin' that, angel. There, that's right, just relax and slump all over. You're gonna be sore as hell for a couple of days, then you'll be all right. I'll fix you a drink."

After an hour of easy rest and a couple of stiff drinks, I went and lay in the tub and soaked in water as hot as I could stand it. Carl put me to bed about one a.m. and lay down beside me and was snoring in two minutes. I finally drifted off from total exhaustion, and slept fitfully for twelve hours, wakening briefly a dozen times whenever I'd try to move or shift and relieve the tremendous pain that dominated every bit of my mind and body and muscles. Shortly after noon I got up and went to the bathroom, and was reminded with each step and again when I pissed, how sore and tender and raw I was inside.

Then Carl dropped the bomb on me.

"I've been thinkin', darling. I think I'll just keep you exclusively for myself from now on. You'll soon be able to take me, and so instead of puttin' you out on the line, you'll be my woman. I won't fuck no one else, and neither will you. T'hell with that two hundred grand I paid Harold and Doc – I make twice that in a year with my stable of broads, and so you and I'll just live the life of millionaires – Europe, diamonds, anything, you just name it, Sheri, and it'll be yours. How does that sound?"

Omigod, I thought. He damn near killed me, he was going to deprive me of making a living, and I was supposed to be thrilled! There went my dream of saving up and getting somewhere, being somebody, getting ahead, instead of being a loser. Now I was going to be the loser of all time! Then his voice broke through my thoughts.

"…and then when you get well and feelin' back to normal, we'll try it anally, honey. You mentioned that you'd had it in the ass before and liked it, so you'll love this huge one up there – give you thrills you never dreamed of."

Yeah, I thought, it sure will – after one session of that I wouldn't be able to shit in a washtub, I'd be so torn up. But how was I going to get out of this?

"…so we'll go over to L.A. for a few days – you ain't gonna be worth nothin' for at least three or four days, hon, and then we'll go house huntin' and you pick out a nice place to live and we'll get all settled down. I just want to spend every minute of every day of the rest of my life lovin' you and lookin' at you and admirin' you – you're the prettiest, sweetest little ofay I've ever known, darlin', and I'm so damned proud you're mine. I'll never let you outa my sight."

Shit! What was I going to do? Whatever it was, I had to do it damned fast, because I was bound and determined that that black bastard's cock wasn't going to ruin me for life. And it sure as hell would if he started ramming and reaming me again. There "wouldn't be sides or bottom in it" as he put it, by the time I was a month older. No fucking way! Not for little Sheri, you nigger rapist home-cock son of a bitch! No way! I let him ramble on making what he thought were wonderful permanent plans for the two of us, including all the variety that the sadistic prick wanted to practice an me, and I made my plans. They didn't include a single damn thing he was talking about.