Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

Then the smooth warmth of his filling cock penetrated into the snug red lining of my cunt, and my lust and desire rose in direct proportion to the length of the steaming cock that he slid up into my waiting, eager snatch.

As my muscles yielded protestingly but happily at the monstrous invasion, nature took a hand, and I could feel the seepage of my cunt juices as the natural flow of my fluids enveloped his cock and lubricated our union even more thoroughly than ever before. The snug gripping of my tight cunt walls along his stiff, throbbing rod gave me a filling sensation of ecstasy that craved more and more of the same. I tried to relax to let him enter further and quicker, but an overwhelming reflex of possession made my crotch tighten a bit firmer, and the frictional reply of my cunt to his masculine assault communicated itself to his fevered desire, and I felt a tightening of his arm and body muscles as the increase in lust and eagerness in his brain took over from the gentle approach with which he first began.

Larry lunged, and I felt as if my legs were being torn apart and I thought for a moment that he had split me in two, and then, when the rigid end of his cock bumped fiercely against the rubbery mouth of my little womb, I knew that he had it all in, and it felt so good, so filling, so fulfilling, so rapturous, that I knew I was in heaven, and never wanted it to end. I could keep still no longer.

“Ooooooohhhh, Larry, my love, that’s so good, so wonderful, oh yes do it to me darling yes yes yes like that — out to the tip so slow and back in so hard and fierce and fast and out and in and again Larry oh Larry I love you Daddy do it to me cram it in me all of it I have to have all of it all of you oh God oh God it’s good keep it up I’m coming Larry Jesus Christ ram it in me up in me jam it and ram it and cram it up in me darling I love it I love you! WAIT LARRY WAIT KEEP IT RIGHT THERE DON’T MOVE OH DON’T STOP KEEP PUMPING I’M COMMMMMMMMMINNNGGH! Oh God give me all of it Larry darling fuck me lover fuck me to death oh God stuff me full of cock Larry I’ve got to have it more darling MMOOOOOORE! Never quit more cock my lover forever ooooooooooohhhhhhh gooooodd-d-d…” and I nearly passed out from the ecstasy that blinded and thrilled me so completely.

Just as my voice failed me, and I lay inert, gasping for breath and rocking with the waves of lust that surged through my entire soul and body, I felt the hot steamy surge of his jetting cock as he rammed it tight up against my womb mouth and poured forth his creamy seed inside my raw wet cunt. He so filled my passage with his pulsing cock that I felt his sperm running out past the shaft, matting my sparse cunt hairs and running down the crack of my ass, and drenching my thighs.

Larry had lunged forward to impale me at the moment of his ejaculation, and I put my arms around his muscular back and felt the small spasmodic jerks of his hips against mine as he twitched with each throbbing pulse of cum that jetted from his magnificent cock up inside the heated sheath of my cunt. I truly felt as one with him, and hoped that this moment of love and lust would never end.

“Oh, Larry, that’s so wonderful, feeling you up inside me and having you drown me with your scorching steamy love,” I told him, and gently rubbed his shoulders and pulled him lots tighter and closer as he slumped along my body and gasped with the exertion and draining enervation we had gone through.

“Wheeeeew!” He smiled at me. “That was the most perfect, the most total come I’ve ever had! Goddam, Sheri, you have the sweetest and tightest cunt I’ve ever been in. You’re ideal, my darling, my little angel. Just let me rest a second and I’ll be O.K. Jee-suss! You drained my balls like they’ve never been drained. Generally, I’ve got good control — I can fuck for an hour or more and hold off coming, but shit! You took it away from me that time, baby. I couldn’t stop myself, it was so snug and hot and wonderful. That’s O.K., though, the next one will just last that much longer.” He laughed. “That is, if I ever get my strength back. Kee-rist! You pulled my balls and brains and heart right out the end of my cock, I swear you did. Oooooooh, I love you, Sheri, I love what you do to me, I love your response — hell, I thought you were gonna pass out, you came so violently. And that response of yours just drove me over the brink, honest it did. I couldn’t have held off another second if my life depended on it.”

He reared his head back and fastened his mouth yawningly over one of my blood-engorged pink nipples, and as his hand crept up to cuddle and fondle and jiggle my tit, I could feel the soft waves of after-come surging gently up into my sopping hot cunt, and even though his cock had shrunk to half its erect size after spitting me full of love, my cunt had matched its contractions, and I felt as if my very heart were wrapped around its soft-firm length where it still lay grippingly surrounded by my velvet cunt lining.

Full of devilment, I forced my inside muscles to grab and relax, concentrating on this wringing-out motion until I could gradually feel his meat hardening again, pushing against my straining pussy walls and throbbing with the new engorgement.

Larry pushed away from me, keeping his cock inside me all the time, until he was once again kneeling on the floor before the sofa, where I was sprawled on the edge, my slippery pubic hairs matted and twined with his as he was resting there before me. My eyes brimmed with tears at the memory of the excitement he had caused me, the satisfaction he had given me, the tender warmth with which he had filled me. I was in love. He owned me, all of me, always, all ways. I’d be his love slave, forever.

“Now, slowly, Sheri, sit up and throw your leg over me and, whoops, just about lost it — take it easy honey — yeah, that’s it,” he said as I turned and was lying half on my side. “Mmmm-hmmm, that’s right, clear on over,” he said softly, and helped me to turn over on the sofa till my upper body was on the divan and I was kneeling before him, my hard little asscheeks facing him.

I could feel the new touching sensation of this different angle as he prepared to fuck me dog-style, from the rear, and the variety of the feel of it, as new areas were massaged by his slow, long strokes — well, it felt wonderful, let me tell you. This way, I could feel the hot huge head of his massive cock stroke velvetly and hotly along the upper canal wall, frictioning me in a delightful new way, and then, just as his belly would bump my ass globes, I could feel the gentle tickling rub of his cockhead against my womb mouth, and knew that both of us would get satisfied this way, we fit so perfectly.

My pussy walls clung to his shaft with each withdrawal stroke, and I could feel my slimy pink lips being drawn outward with each reverse movement. Then the slippery tucking in of my pink lips as he relentlessly bored within me to stuff and fill my happily yielding cunt with each downstroke. The freedom of movement that this position gave me was wonderful, and I began racking back on my knees to meet his every forward thrust, then leaned forward as he pulled his beautiful cock out till just the flared head was impaled in my slippery pussy, and back and forth, back and forth it went. The rigidity and heat of his cock melted my insides, and I could feel the juices running out of my over rammed snatch and slopping down the insides of my thighs.

Then I felt his left hand slide forward between my chest and the sofa, and I raised up just a bit to let him grab my tit and knead it as his other hand snaked past the angle of my thigh and belly and fastened gently upon my clitoris that poked out so invitingly and available in this position. He pinched it delicately between thumb and forefinger, and then, his digits slimy with our fluids, slid rapidly but tenderly over and around and across it, and waves of electricity coursed through me as the pain-pleasure of my clit’s exquisite thrills mingled with the pressing, tearing fulfillment of my cunt walls.

“Oh God Larry that’s good. Front and back and all up inside and oh yes yes YESSSSS!!! Honey do it to me oh lover fuck me and pet me and give me everything you’ve got Larry. Oh Christ that’s wonderful but — I — ooooooohhh!” I sobbed as I felt the first wave of another come building up to a fantastic peak. I bobbed and writhed under his double-barreled ministrations as I climbed higher and closer to the mountaintop of bliss that he was generating in my loins and my brain. I felt his left hand slide out from under my tit, and the rough material of the sofa scraped harshly against my tender, nipple, and the new sensation of tickle-hurt made me press myself harder on the seat cushions to assuage it and get more and more of every feeling and sensation that I could from this moment of joy.

Then I felt his left hand cup and fondle my hard round asscheek and his forefinger crept down the crack of my ass till I felt the tickling rub of it against my pink rosebud asshole. His soft warm touch was delightful, and I thrust backward harder to get a firmer feeling of it against my asshole.

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.

“Mom, this is Larry Purcell. Larry, my mother.” As I introduced them, she rose and smiled at the good-looking man before her.

“Well, I’m certainly glad to meet you. You’re a handsome one, that’s for sure. What was it ya wanted to see me about, Mr. — uh, Mr. — what was it again?”

“Purcell. Why don’t you just call me Larry?”

“Hey, fair enough. Want a shot? Or a highball? I hate to drink alone,” Mom said, grinning at him seductively.

“Why, that’s fine,” he said, smiling, although he had told me he hated bourbon; only drank Scotch and sometimes vodka. But he was going along with Mom all the way, I could see. “Bourbon and tap water will be fine,” he added.

Mom slopped some bourbon in a water glass and filled it up at the sink and Larry thanked her very politely and took a sip.

“What I wanted to talk to you about, ma’am, is Sheri,” Larry said.

“Well, I figgered that,” Mom nodded. “But we shouldn’t discuss her in front of her, so,” and here she turned to me, “why don’t you run upstairs and straighten up your room so me and Larry can talk, Sheri? That’s a good girl.”

I didn’t have much choice but to obey, but when I got upstairs I bent over the heating air duct that came up from the kitchen ceiling, and I could see through the louvers and hear every word. I crouched and settled down to eavesdrop.

“To get straight to the point, I’d like to marry Sheri,” I heard Larry say. I could see Mom rear back and stiffen like a snake had jumped up in her lap.

“I’ll just lay my cards on the table right now, ma’am. Sheri is not a virgin. Your last shack-up job, Paul whatever his name was, took care of that, and since that was statutory rape, and you were responsible, both directly and indirectly, you’re guilty, too. And another thing, I can prove that most of the time that you’ve been on welfare it has been fraudulently and I’ll file a citizen’s complaint on that. But let’s not do or say anything nasty, shall we? I’ll get right to the sweet part of the deal. I’ll give you ten thousand dollars cash to swear that. We can get married legal and proper. Doesn’t that show my heart and mind are in the right channel?” He leaned back to await her reply.

Knowing Mom, I could sense the shifting gears whirling around in her whiskey-fogged skull. If he had that kind of cash available, why shouldn’t she capture him for herself? And, yep, sure enough, she came up with it.

“Well, now, Larry, that is a proper and sensible approach, but have you ever thought what a baby she’d be for a grown-up man? And so handsome — I’ll say this, she sure got a crush on a good looker. You are handsome, Larry. I could go for you myself.” I saw her lean across the table to let her boobs show better and she still had a nice pair of tits, I’ll say that for Mom. “Why don’t you and I get together, and you could maybe move in here with us, save ya some rent and all, and we could discuss it later on, in a coupla three four years. Like that, huh? How about it? I’ll betcha we could get along first rate, and I could take care o’ ya a helluva lot better’n a snot-nosed brat that doesn’t know her ass from first base. Whattaya say, boy?” She tried to put on a sexy smile, but it sorta sloped off into a drunken leer.