Holly Hope - Slut girl

The jaw-breaking diameter of his prick completely filled my mouth, and I felt completely engulfed, even to the point of strangling, and could feel the hot throbbing flesh of his virility touching my inner cheeks, the back of my throat, flattening my tongue. I was facially filled with his cock, and I gulped and almost strangled with the immensity of its stiffness, but as I found I could breathe through my nose, the discomfort lessened, and soon I could accommodate the up and down motion of his hips that drew his cock out till just the huge flared head remained inside my mouth, and then, as he plunged downward, driving the length of his hot prick into my drooling mouth, I felt filled with his love and affection, his warm sharing, and I grew rapidly to like the throbbing heat that blistered my brain.

I gradually became aware of his ministrations to my virginal cunt, and could feel the juices creeping and trickling down between the cheeks of my ass across my rosebud asshole. His tongue lingered on my clit, fluttering me into ecstasy as his finger massaged ray fluids into and around the crack of my pussy. I felt the first knuckle of his huge finger enter slowly inside the snug lips that had never before been penetrated, but the togetherness, the loving warmth, the satisfaction of his physical caresses, and my concentration on his cock, to keep from being choked, all tended to divert me from noticing his true and ultimate goal.

Then suddenly I was shattered with reality as he paired up two fingers, lubricated them liberally, and, holding my torso pinned beneath his massive body, savagely rammed bath his fingers home, stretching and tearing my maidenhead in one swift and ripping motion. Unable to cry out, as he lay prone along my body, jamming his cock in my mouth to the hilt, I could only gurgle and sob and moan as the white blinding flashes of pain ripped screamingly, shatteringly throughout my cunt, my crotch, my belly, and exploded in a dreadful hurt in my brain. Paul's arms pinned my legs back, and his knees kept my shoulders in their original position, so I could only sob helplessly and not move a bit to escape the terrible onslaught that my cunt was receiving.

After a moment, I got the additional sensation that I was drowning, and I gulped and swallowed as I felt Paul's huge cock erupting into my mouth. Warm, sweet, and slightly salty, I had to down it as fast as it surged forth into my mouth, for there was no release, no escape from the relentless throbbing jet of his cum as it poured into my mouth. It distracted me momentarily from the surge and ache of my loins, and then the original pain returned as he manipulated his fingers in and out of my newly-ravaged cunt.

After perhaps a minute of this double-barreled assault, Paul half rolled off me, and his half-limp soggy cock plopped from my slimy mouth, and his fingers left my numb and torn pussy. I looked down and saw his fingers with blood on them, and felt little rivulets of cum and spit trickle from my stretched jaws. God, I was tired. I hurt all over, and then gradually doubts about Paul began to creep through my mind. I didn't think that people that loved each other ever hurt each other. What was this? God, it hurt to move my legs or mouth. And I could feel each separate pulse of my veins as the blood throbbed achingly inside my crotch. Then Paul spoke.

"There, there, little baby, just relax. It always hurts the first time. But your cherry's busted now, so it won't hurt from now on, no matter what we do. Relax, Sheri. You know I love you, baby, I really do. And what you did for me just then was wonderful."

I slumped against his muscular chest and gradually got my mind and body under control. As the memory of the electric thrills I had just experienced flooded my mind, the pain and shock of the moment melted deliciously away. The tide of love and affection and the… the… what was it? The total nearness and oneness of the ecstasy and sheer bliss – these waves of emotion washed away the flecks of gritty sands of pain that had, briefly, littered the beach of my mind.

"I know, Paul," I told him softly. "I know you won't hurt me. Just love me, Paul, just love me. Ooooooh, I need you and want you so much. I need your love," I repeated.

"Sure, honey, you know I love you." His reassurance was warming, and I snuggled closer.

"You and I both know that we shouldn't be doin' this – your mom will raise hell with both of us if she ever finds out, y'know – so it'll have to be our own private, special secret, Sheri. Right?" He smiled down at me tenderly as she said it.

"Sure, Paul. I'LL never, ever tell anyone," I agreed, so hungry for my new-found love that I'd have died before I would ever mention it and destroy the only affection that I had ever experienced.

I was so thrilled at the warm feeling of love that Paul gave me that all my earlier teachings, all the hurt and pain that he had momentarily caused me, did not deter me from wanting more and more expressions of his love and devotion. Mom, heaven knows, had no love for me, and I had no really close friends among the schoolmates my age. So Paul was fulfilling the roles of both a father and a lover. I gave myself over to him – body, soul, heart and mind. He owned me completely. I was his worshiping love slave.

Paul and I left the bedroom and went to the kitchen, and as he had a cup of coffee and a cigarette, I sat on his lap and felt the warmth of his body and the heat of his hands as he gently caressed and petted me all over, smiling and murmuring protestations of love and undying devotion as he played with my tender body. His kisses and pawing soon had me ready and willing to let him explore my body more fully, so we returned to the bedroom.

As long as Paul loved me, truly shared the depth of feeling that I gave so willingly, so eagerly, I would belong to him, and he could do whatever he would to me and with me. I felt happy and free, for the first time in my life. My search for love and warmth and protection in life had finally brought me success, and I was delirious with the emotional wildness that accompanied it.

"Just lie down now, Sheri, and let me love you," Paul said tenderly. I did as he said, and closed my eyes dreamily as I felt his hands rove softly over my little hard breasts and down my flat tummy to my wet crotch. He put his arms around me and pulled me close and kissed me deeply, wetly, hotly. I responded to this stimulus like a cat to catnip.

I felt his huge hands reach behind me and cup my round little asscheeks and haul ire up tightly against his hard body. I could feel the heat of his extended massive cock as it lay upward, sandwiched between our abdomens, and the pulsing throb of its enormous size heated my loins till my responsive mind succumbed to the lure of his passion.

I only knew that this was love, and that I had to have him, his body, everything, in every way, as soon as possible, as often as possible, and as long as I could. I pressed closer and tighter to him, and a soft moan escaped my throat as if the ecstasy and desire and lust that filled me was seeking relief.

"Hot damn, baby doll!" I looked up into his smiling face as he said it. "You ARE hot and ready, ain't ya? Well, brace yourself, honey, 'cause old Paul's the same way. What the hell, they might as well hang me for a sheep as a lamb, so let's get with it, huh?" And with that, he rolled away from me a bit, then I felt his large hand rubbing my tender snatch, and I spread my thighs apart to let his insistent finger slip within the pink lips of my cunt.

My pussy was already slippery and wet from our earlier action and his current petting, and I felt the heat of his finger as it delved gently up inside me. When it reached the torn place where my maidenhead. I had so recently been ruptured, I winced, and Paul hesitated.

"Go ahead, darling," I told him with a smile. Oh, I did so want him, all of him, in every way. Whatever he wanted to do to me, for me, with me, was fine with me, as long as this moment of love, this hot sensation he gave me, would never end.