Holly Hope: Slut girl

"Hell, you're juicy enough now, angel," he replied, and I felt his hand prying my thighs further apart as he rose up on his knees and loomed over me. "Just raise your knees up, that's right, honey, and just relax. It might hurt just a little bit, Sheri, but I love you and will be very careful and gentle, honey, so don't worry." I felt the hot touch of his cockhead against the pink lips of my virgin pussy, and the thrill of the moment flashed upward to my brain and destroyed any natural fear that I might have felt at the moment.

As Paul centered the enormous flared head of his cock at my cunt and leaned forward a few inches, I could feel the huge stuffing of my pussy mouth with his hot meat. The massive tool's entrance into my slimy, eager crevice forced a widening of my opening that was slightly uncomfortable, but I at first felt no pain. All I knew was that Paul was giving me the ultimate in love, and my sheltered mind craved it and needed it so much that I lost sight of the physical fact that you can't put five pounds of meat in a one-pound box. Paul kept up a reassuring murmur as he jabbed gently for a few seconds, and as the warmth of his huge cock spread throughout my loins, and I looked up into his smiling face, I encouraged him.

"Please, Paul, give it to me. Give me your love, darling, I need it, I need you," I told him, and with a muttered "Brace yourself", he lunged.

My muscles stretched, my thighs widened to the breaking point, my belly was crammed with hot meat, and still his body weight was descending. Would it never end? I could feel the rampaging meat that ripped and tore into me, far, far up inside my body, and I knew, just knew, that his telephone pole had pushed all my guts out of my belly and up into my chest. Then as a dull ache spread through my cunt and up into my bowels, I heard a voice, and it took a minute to realize that it was my own.

"Aaaaaarrrrrgghh!!! Oh Christ Paul. Oh God it hurts no more Paul no more oh God I can't take it you're tearin' me oh Christ you're kiln' me Paul take it out take it out I'll suck you or anything but I can't take it oooooohh…" and my voice trailed off to a moan.

Paul stopped, stiffly, and I vaguely felt the invading cockhead touching the mouth of my womb, pressing its warmth tightly against my innermost cavern. He lay perfectly still, his stiff lance jammed in me to the hilt, and then gradually, as the sharp waves of pain ebbed to a throbbing dull ache all through my belly and loins, I was aware of the contracting and spasming as my unused, untried muscles strove valiantly to reject the massive invader that had just assaulted my inner lining. I tried to relax, as Paul kept telling me to do, but the straining, stretched muscles protested their hot intruder, and it felt as if I were split in two, so relaxing wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do at that moment. Slowly, as a numbness crept through my guts, I became aware of the puking rhythm of his throbbing cock, and nature took over from me. The gentle, insistent heat of his tool that filled me, and the soft expansion of each pulse of the veins that lined his cock were soothing and warming, and as I did manage to relax my tense crotch and belly a bit, I became aware of the oneness, the mutual love we shared, and my pussy began to respond.

Almost of its own volition, with no command from me, I felt the squeezing and loosening of my inner vaginal muscles as they answered the jetting throbs of Paul's huge cock that lay motionless within me, a part of my body and my heart and my mind. We were one person, the ultimate in love, and I never wanted the moment of total ecstasy to end.

The pain, the ache, the hurt – these were all forgotten in the soul-drenching warmth of his expression of love, the sharing of this final bliss, the introduction to sex and sensual sharing that we now had. Just never leave me, Paul, I thought as I bravely smiled up at him through the tears that crept from my adoring eyes. I didn't express my fears aloud, for really I had no fears; in my naivete, I presumed that our love was real and would go on forever, as in the fairy tales that constituted my entire knowledge of love and life and men.

"There, that's right, Sheri, see? It doesn't hurt now, does it, since you're getting used to it and relaxing?" Paul's voice was soft and smooth and reassuring. "Now we can gradually work it up and down and in and out, and you'll love it, baby, I know you will. I love you, honey, and I'll teach you to love loving, too. Ready?"

My smile and nod encouraged him, and I could feel the taut clinging sensation as the walls of my snug cunt gripped and clung to his monstrous shaft as he slowly withdrew the shaft its entire length, until only the huge purple head remained sheltered within the tight grip of my pussy lips. Then his body descended over mine once again, and I felt the smooth rigid firmness of his gigantic cock as it slid juicily into my innermost depths again. Just as the pain was about to become unbearable, I felt the drum of his meat against the rubbery resistance of my cervix, and then the joyful contractions as my muscles rippled closingly over the retreating pole as he withdrew again.

With each stroke, the fullness of his colossal cock was eagerly absorbed with more ease, and the hot vibration of his sensuous meat as it was crammed into my willing cunt brought waves of lust and passion surging all over me, and I thought my brain would either melt or explode with the voluptuous sensations that penetrated my mind.

Almost as if I were an outside, objective observer, I saw my hips leap and buck and thrust, and as Paul felt my innate responses, the speed of his thrusts became faster, hotter and the scraping of the length of his cock against my clitoris as it, too, jammed and pushed against with each and every thrust, all combined to a white heat in my mind, and I thought that I was going to hurt, or die, and then I was afraid that I wouldn't, and I knew I had to die or quit, this exquisite pain-pleasure torture that rampaged throughout my entire being, my soul, my delirious mind. Then it blew.

Someone drew a white-hot electric barbed wire from my cunt to my brain and back, and then sawed it rapidly up and down all through me, and my screams mingled with the panting and heaving that Paul expelled as his cock burst forth with a jet of hot lava that I felt pouring up into my overfull belly. Dimly, I remember the warm trickle of his river of love as the excess was tamped from my crowded cunt, and the last few spasmodic lunge of my lover drained the last semblance of sanity from me.

A little later – time had ceased for me by now. I was lying, crying, dying on the bed, my brain, my tender body writhing with the vestigial traces of my first love affair. As my eyes began to focus again, Paul's smiling face hovered over me, and I saw him relax and grin, he saw me begin to come around.

"Goddam, Sheri, you had me scared there for a minute, baby. Kee-rist! You sure come big! And when you did, I couldn't have held off another second. You really drained me, honey. That was without a doubt the greatest piece of ass any man ever had. Jeeeeee-SUSS!! That was heaven! Did you like it, darlin'? And don't lie to me – I saw your face."

The heavenly rapture that Paul had given my very soul and entire body had brought a warm, rich flush all over my body, and I would never have lied to him in any case, so I admitted it – that it had been the greatest, the wildest, the most wonderful feeling that I had ever known or experienced.

Paul lay back on the bed, grinning with self-satisfaction, lighted a cigarette, and patiently began to explain the facts of life – as he lived it – to me.

"Look, Sheri, honey, if you were old enough to get married, we'd head out tonight for a justice of the peace. But you ain't. Not by a damn site. So what we've got to do is play it cool – real cool. Or else we'll both be in more damn trouble than I want to think about. Remember," and he looked sternly fierce as he admonished me, "if anyone – just one person – ever finds out what we did, what we're doin', you will be sent to reform school till you're eighteen, and I'll go to prison for a long time. That means almost six years in a reform school for you. Too damn long, isn't it, angel?"