Holly Hope - Slut girl

My entire being seemed saturated with lustful feelings; my tits were mashed and scraped with the upholstery, my clitoris was being tantalized beyond belief by his right hand, my cunt was rammed and stuffed full of long, hot, pulsing cock, and my virginal asshole was getting its first soothing tickle. I was in absolute heaven – I never knew there were so many damn ways and places and things that felt so good. I gave myself over to the bliss of the moment, and just let it happen, as I talked to Larry while he worked me over so thoroughly.

"Yes yes oh do it to me right there mmmmmmm oh Larry Daddy lover that's heaven more and more and moooooore!! Fill me honey oh fuck me Larry oh God ohhhh Christ luck me fuck fuck fuuuuuckkk mmeeeeeee!!!" I screamed as every nerve ending, every fiber of my body was shot through with piercing flames of lust and set my brain awhirl and I collapsed forward on the sofa, numb and delirious with the ecstasy of that instant. As in a dream, I could feel Larry savagely pounding his enormous cock into me from the rear, and the rhythmic assault in my cunt kept my come at its peak for God knows how long, and then I could feel the tidal surge of his ejaculation as it romped and rampaged up inside my tightly stretched pussy, and the warm laying of his emission bathed me with comfort and satisfaction as I took every drop of his penetrating cock's spewing stream.

Larry sprawled atop me and we lay there a few minutes to get cur breath, our total exhaustion and satisfaction combining with the heat of our sweaty bodies, for the exertion of the past hour had overcome the chill of the drafty, cavernous auditorium in which we so avidly fucked each other. Then he arose, sat down beside me, and gently turned me over and pulled my little body next to his hard manly frame.

"Sheri, darling," he said softly as he cupped my chin and raised my head till our eyes met, "there's one thing that we have to get understood and agreed on right now, for all time."

"Sure, lover," I smiled up at him. "What's that?"

"We've got to get married, baby doll." He saw my funny look, I guess. "I mean it. Right away. Oh, not to just 'make an honest girl' out of you, but for the simple reason that you are exactly the girl that I want to spend the rest of my life with, and because you are the epitome of perfection when it comes to loving."

"How did you marry her so young?" I asked. I wasn't the least jealous of his first wife – that had all happened before he and I met. I was just glad he liked young girls, and I was it.

"That was easy, Sheri. I have some money; I'm not rich, not by a damn site, but I had a small inheritance and I gave her dad – he was a taxi driver, and they had eight kids altogether – five thousand to swear that she was sixteen, and with parents' consent you can get married in this state at sixteen. Would your mom go for that? Does she need the money? How does she feel about you, honey? I'll treat you like a princess, always, she can count on that, because I think of you as a real live princess." He smiled down, at me and brushed me with a soft kiss.

"She doesn't care a lot about me – doesn't love me, she doesn't hate me. I'm just an expensive nuisance to her, Larry. She'd just as soon I was gone and no more worry or responsibility, I think. And she could use the money, that's for sure. We've been on and off relief all my life."

"Good! I'll up the ante to ten thousand – I can afford that, my stocks have gone up quite a lot the last five years, and I'll tell her that she needn't report it, so it'll be tax free, and she can do whatever she wants with it. I'll get the cash tomorrow from the bank, and then this weekend I'll sell her on the idea, and we can get married next Monday and we'll move to Florida on Tuesday. I have a job waiting in Miami – they've been after me for some time – as director of a community playhouse there, and I'd been stalling them along. But now I'm ready. We're ready, I mean. Right?" and his dazzling smile and confident self-assurance swept me into the land of dreams. Mrs. Larry Purcell, for ever and ever – I trembled with the happy thought.

Every night through the rest of the week we met in the school auditorium, in the prop room backstage and made love. We both liked variety, and we would take turns eating each other up, then fuck till we nearly went blind. Larry taught me how best to suck cock – all the little nuances and touches that he preferred and made him hottest and horniest, like holding warm water in my mouth, then putting just the huge head inside my cheeks, and while it was getting a warm wet bath, to run the tip of my tongue around and around the rim, then into the hole in the tip of his tool, and so forth, and then when I'd take big, long, slow strokes with my mouth, to flash my tongue rapidly up and across and around the underside of his cock where it was the most sensitive. And to cuddle and gently massage his balls and the skin of his bag, and to run my fingers up and down his ass while I was blowing him. He showed me a million little things to enhance each and every motion, and by the end of the week, he said that I was probably the nearest thing to a perfect cocksucker that there was on the face of the earth. Oh, I tried so hard to do anything and everything to please him. And I know I did, for a soft, warm, loving look would come into his eyes when he was happy – and he had that look just about all the time.

And he'd spend maybe an hour on my tits – cuddling, jiggling, bouncing them, tweaking the nipples and aureoles till they pulsed with blood and passion and stood erect like little pink pencil erasers, and his tongue would bathe one while he would gently scrape his fingernail over and around and across the other. The chills and tremors ran clear through my body, and I'd just shudder at the sensuous vibrations he caused me.

And he bought me a little "traveling douche" in a plastic bag that I hid under my mattress, and I took a douche each day as soon as I got home from school, to be all clean and sweet and ready for his hungry loving each night at school. And as his tongue probed and stroked and rubbed the outside lips, and then parted the flesh doors and wandered in, all tickly and hot and wet, I just melted with passion, and I never wanted it to end. And when he'd fasten his mouth on my cunt and get my tender clitoris between his teeth – oh, ever so gently – and flick his tongue back and forth over it, I'd almost scream with the shock waves that ran through me.

He liked to have me talk to him while we made love, to let him know what I liked best, and where it felt especially good, and I was naive, I know, but I couldn't stop from talking anyway, so it worked out real well, and he could tell from the tone and volume of my voice just where things were going extra good, and when I was coming, and everything. We were so deliriously, so deliciously in love, and so satisfied with each other, that I just knew that it had to go well with Mom when he approached her about us getting married. And then Saturday was here, and at ten that morning he came up the walk.

I had told Mom Friday that Mr. Purcell, the drama coach, wanted to talk to her, and I got a kind of disinterested lecture on not getting her involved in schoolwork, she'd finished school, and don't get a silly crush on a teacher, and she admitted that it was nice for me to be at play practice every night, that way she knew where I was, and on and on, and I didn't get to tell her really how nice and handsome Larry was, but I hoped for the best.

Mom had put on her good dress, anyway, and combed her hair, which was something, but about nine o'clock she started slugging down the bourbon, and by the time Larry showed up promptly at ten, she was getting a bit scraggly and sloppy. I opened the door for him, gave him a quick kiss, and led him to the kitchen.