In this era of sexual sophistication, innocence can be a refreshing thing. In a time when sex manuals are sold in nearly every drugstore, most high school girls are on the pill and a book about a hooker becomes a national best-seller, the girl who is sexually innocent can be a very appealing novelty.
But this innocence can also be a dangerous thing, for there are people waiting to take advantage of it. Indeed, it is the innocent who are most often exploited. It is the girl who lacks sophistication who frequently finds herself in trouble.
Mickey Conforte is just such a girl. Her innocence and her fears about becoming a woman lead her to fall into the clutches of a man who has no interest in her other than sexual, and whose sadistic streak threatens to cause her real harm.
Mickey is like many young girls on the threshold of womanhood. Without a realistic outlook on life and people it can be a painful and sometimes tragic transition.
Sucker Virgin-the hard-hitting novel about one girl's struggle to make that transition.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Are you telling me you want me to fuck you?" Joe Orgiurio asked.
Joe was a tall, handsome, twenty-five-year-old man with rugged-looking features, wavy brown hair, and a solid, muscular body. At that moment his virile physique was covered by a form-fitting pepper-brown suit, with a rich chocolate-brown tie and a white shirt.
There wasn't a woman working for Incidental Insurance who hadn't stared after him, dreaming of feeling his solid cock buried in her teeming cunt. But until that early Monday morning, none of the other girls had been courageous enough to confront Joe and tell him exactly what she wanted.
The girl to whom Joe was talking was Michail "Mickey" Conforte, one of the most desirable young redheads ever put on earth. Mickey was a natural redhead, something only she and her parents knew at that moment. Her face was a pretty picture, with hazel eyes, a short nose, full rich lips, and loads of freckles. But her body was something other girls envied her. She had an active metabolism, which meant she didn't have to watch her diet, and though she continually ate and ate, her round, apple-shaped tits pushed against the confining harness of her white bra, stretching her almost-transparent pink blouse to its strained limit. Her waistline was less than twenty inches, blossoming out into lush, full hips and tight, slender thighs barely covered by an aqua miniskirt. Her knees were round without appearing to be bony, and her calves had a perfect swell to them, tapering into trim ankles, leading, in turn to dainty feet encased in white heels.
Mickey had a habit of wrinkling her pretty little nose like a bunny, and each time she did it, more than one cock, hidden by the confines of trousers, rose to full mast in horny salute. The men who worked in the Incidental Insurance office would have been more than anxious to get into her delightful body had they any idea what was going on in her mind.
What had been going on in Mickey's mind was something rather basic. Here she was nineteen, almost twenty, and because of her parents' strictness, not only had never been fucked, but had never so much as had her tits squeezed. It was becoming annoying, especially to one like Mickey, who came from a family with very hot blood.
Morals were different today, and not like they had been in her mother's day when a woman had to preserve her pristine purity for her husband's pleasure. In other words, a girl had to marry without trying out the proper cock, and hope the man she was marrying knew how to use that prong of his so it not only made babies, but gave an adequate amount of pleasure.
Mickey's mother had been more than fortunate in that her husband turned out to be one of the world's best cockmen. But Mickey knew better than to hope she might be equally lucky. No, there was not going to be any element of risk in her life. She wanted to test the various cocks of the men with whom she'd be going out, not to mention feeling a few others, on the side. This was the age of enlightenment, and she'd be damned if she'd be tied dawn by old-fashioned morals. Hell, she wanted her husband to be a good provider, a good dancer, a man who could appreciate her for herself, but above all, he had to fuck in such a way that she received maximum satisfaction at all times.
The only way Mickey would be able to discover these qualities would be to test them, one by one. There would be no problem as to his being a provider. Mickey invariably learned what a man did for a living before even considering a date with him. If a man was earning in the vicinity of at least three hundred a week, with prospects for pay increases with the passage of time, she dated him. She purposely let the man see her in her worst clothing, usually on a Sunday afternoon, to see his reaction to her, rather than to what she wore. If he passed the Sunday-afternoon test, she would go out the following Saturday evening with him and see what kind of dancer he was. But there the tests ended.
Mickey wanted to be laid, re-laid, parlayed, and, if necessary, filleted, but she knew she ran a great risk if the first man to fuck her realized she was a virgin. Then he might become conscience-stricken, and either run away, or, out of remorse, feel it his duty to marry her. Mickey wanted neither. She wanted to be wanted for her own qualities, just as she wanted a man for the various qualities he had to offer.
Therefore, Mickey needed to be rid of her troublesome hymen, and she decided the best man to do that was Joe Orgiurio, the handsome, devil-may-care, super-salesman in her office. What Mickey didn't know was that Joe was a bit of a sadist, and the request she had made of him was about to profoundly change her way of life, because Mickey Conforte, an otherwise normal young lady, had a masochistic streak hidden deep down inside her, and Joe Orgiurio was about to bring it to the surface.
They were in the office, standing across the counter from one another, with Orgiurio the only one on his side, while Mickey had four other girls working near her, and so, of necessity, had to speak in a low voice. It was to Joe's credit that his facial expression didn't change when Mickey propositioned him, and so none of the other girls working near Mickey understood what she was requesting.
"I want the works," Mickey whispered to him. "I want you to do everything you can to me, unless you don't think you're capable." "Shit!" Joe murmured. "I can handle the job. It's just that you've always been so standoffish with everyone." "Well, that's about to change," Mickey whispered. "How about today, after office hours?" "I'll pick you up about four forty-five, downstairs" he told her. "I drive a white Corvette, so be ready to jump in when I pull into the parking lot." "I'll be ready," she assured him, her heart already hammering.
Like all the other office girls, Mickey was fascinated by Joe's body, and to think she was about to experience the thrill of enjoying that body, not realizing Orgiurio was inwardly salivating at the prospect of fulfilling-his daydream as far as she was concerned.
It was a long day for both of them after that, but four-thirty finally came around and all the other girls left the office. Mickey went to the ladies' room and carefully washed her red-fringed cunt with warm water. Then she freshened up the rest of her.
At four forty-five she was downstairs and out in the back area when Joe Orgiurio's white Corvette pulled into the parking lot. He had the door open for her as he stopped in front of her, and she got in.
Then he zoomed off to the motel where he had made a reservation an hour before.
He showed her to the motel room, and as she entered Mickey noticed the walls were nice and thick. No one would hear them.
The moment they entered the room and Joe locked the door behind them, she turned to him and felt his arms around her as his mouth came crashing down on hers. His lips pressed against hers, and as he opened his mouth, the pressure caused her to open her lips. His tongue slipped readily into her mouth, lashing around like a whip, slurping everything out, tickling her gums and her palate.
French-kissing was something which Mickey was used to, but she hadn't expected such a violent attack. She was totally unprepared, but managed to retaliate with her own tongue as best she could. Even so, there was a strength to his kisses and a vehemence she had never experienced before, "Easy," she finally whispered, pushing him away, holding him at arm's length. But even as she spoke she felt a new, unknown heat rising inside her. When he pulled her to him again, she began to fight him, but found herself no match for his great strength. But even as she fought, Mickey realized she was enjoying the conflict more than anything else she'd ever known previously.
Joe gripped both her arms and held her away from him for a moment, staring at her, gazing at the way her solid, round tits seemed to challenge him with the way they stood out, daring him to uncover them. With one arm still around Mickey, he used his other hand to firmly grip her left tit, squeezing it through the fabric of her blouse, pressing on the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, sensing its response as he violently kneaded the hard, rubber nubbin.
Mickey felt pain as his fingers applied more pressure to her overly sensitive nipple, and yet, through the pain there was exquisite delight she had never imagined. She had touched her own nipples often enough, fingering them with a gentle sensitivity, but the sensation was nothing compared to the hard way he was squeezing her nipple now. Even as she struggled, she was breathing heavily, and Orgiurio noticed her sighs.
It made him think, even as he continued squeezing the tender and sensitive point of her tit. Not only was she spectacular looking, but she responded to pain, which was something very few other women did. And since dealing out pain was his particular bag, he could see where he and Mickey would hit it off very well. She was the kind of girl with which he could have a ball.
Mickey's entire world had dissolved from reality into the handsome, smiling-face above hers as new, spidery shudders coursed through her entire body, making it shake voluptuously. From the glitter in his eyes he seemed to know what she wanted and needed, which was good, because she, herself, was still unaware of what it was her body truly craved.
He threw her on the nearby bed and hovered over her, his hands reaching down and grabbing the front of her blouse. He would have torn it open, but realized she would have had to explain what happened to her to her parents, later. No matter how masochistic she was, she wasn't crazy enough to defy her father. No,her clothing had to be left intact... this time. His hands began working under the blouse, feeling the soft; smooth, baby like flesh of her body. His fingertips made her tingle all over as they coursed along her spine. She writhed and squirmed, gasping for breath, not letting his lips cover hers Her own hands tore at his shirt front, pulling buttons off as her fingers moved to the hair-matted flesh beneath. She gulped, then pulled him close to her in the hope his fingers would stop squeezing her nipples, but he continued pressuring them. Her hands ran up and down his spine, sending needles of ice through him, making him scrunch her nipples all the harder between his thumbs and forefingers.
Orgiurio returned to her blouse, unbuttoning it and yanking her arms down so he could tug it off without tearing it. Mickey's head fell back, her red, flaming mane falling loosely about her shoulders as her eyes closed. The contrast of her white, freckled flesh against the red of her hair was even more startling than it normally appeared. And then his sure hands were unsnapping her bra and slipping it from her shoulders, revealing those delightful, upstanding jugs in all their natural perfection.
Orgiurio took a moment to gaze at the marvel of her tits. She had magnificent nipples that blazed like two rubies, their pink-red areolas resembling nothing less than dual haloes. And under his hard stare, they seemed to flash at him, making his throat dry and his tongue wet with dribbling saliva. Her body above the waist was every bit as good as it had promised it would be. Her shoulders were strong, but not too broad. They were just right to support her tits, making them bobble as if suspended from strings, like marionettes.
Mickey shuddered with delight, her hands reaching to clutch and hold, doing her best to dig her nails into Joe's body. Her hands finally tore his shirt from his body, and she felt the heat of his chest as it squashed against hers, her bouncing boobs cushioned by the heavy growth of hair matting his entire front.
They rolled on the bed, she squealing with unparalleled pleasure, while he grunted in enjoyment of her. His hot, hungry mouth was sucking her neck, careful not to leave any telltale marks. Then his lips slid down to her luscious tits, and he sucked a nipple in, licking it lustily with his tongue as he drew it to the back of his throat. It was almost as if he could taste the difference between the pink-red areola and the creamy whiteness as he chewed, biting hard enough to leave marks that would disappear soon enough, but making sure not to break the skin. He chewed hungrily, like some raging, ravenous lion, biting hard on the nipple, where no teeth marks would show. Where another girl would have bellowed in pain, Mickey seemed to shudder with thrilled delight at the anguish caused by his chewing teeth.
Joe breathed deeply, inhaling the rich fragrance of her flesh as he sucked and bit on her enlarged nipple. She was like a fresh spring meadow after being sprinkled with morning dew. He chewed on her body as if actually eating it, relishing the taste of her the way a gourmet enjoyed a truly worthwhile repast. And all the while his hands were working away at her skirt, finding the button, opening it, pulling the skirt down, revealing the aqua panties underneath. He tugged the tiny skirt down, feeling the way it wisped against the flesh of her smooth white hips, calves and ankles, until he was, able to remove it completely. Then his mouth released her delightful tit as he sat back on his knees, contemplating her supine figure, able to see what looked like a dark-brown patch between her parted thighs. The jungle of cunt hair was rich, thick, and with curly hairs that seemed to be beckoning him.
Mickey glanced at Joe's crotch and could see a huge telltale bulge. He wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him. He could barely keep his cock under control. She could see his big prick was not only pressed hard against the material of his pants, but was moving as if of its own volition in an attempt to break free.
Swiftly and anxiously Joe's hands loosened his belt and nearly ripped the teeth from his zipper as he opened his fly. He got to his feet for a moment and turned his back to her to remove both his pants and underwear, and she had a glimpse of his flat, small, hairy ass.
When he turned around, her eyes bulged. Mickey had seen her younger brother's little pecker when he'd been a baby and her mother had diapered him, but it in no way prepared her for what she was about to have shoved into her. His cock was enormous, with a bulbous head resembling a huge light bulb. It gleamed a rich red, quivering in all its monstrousness with a tiny slit already leaking a strange, colorless liquid, some of which was already smeared on the knobby dome. She was both thrilled and horrified, feeling there was no way such a huge pole would ever be able to fit into the delicate and dainty gash between her thighs.
She shook and trembled as his hands grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, as if with practiced ease. The last baffler to her cunt was gone.
Joe parted her thighs and stared at her sweet snatch. It was a full, rich slash, with a pouting pair of lips resembling a sliced-open piece of fruit. The oozing fluid coming from the tight, virginal split was like juice seeping from a wounded orange. Joe felt his cotton-dry throat begin to burn with ravenous thirst at the sight of the clear liquid dribbling down her pink cunt slit. He had to slake that thirst.
His face suddenly sank between her thighs, plunging into the moist, red, musky curls already soaked with her dew. Mickey shivered and bounced, feeling his tongue reach out to her. Never having experienced a tongue buried in her seething little cunt before, Mickey was totally unprepared for the shock of the wet, slick organ as it pressed into her steaming slit, licking its way deep into her oven like depths. Stalagmites of chilling electricity chased one another up her spine as she shuddered rhythmically while his hot, slithery tongue continued plunging in and out of her virgin cunt, both his hands clutching the firm roundness of her full asscheeks. It was a brand-new sensation to Mickey, and she couldn't believe such feelings existed in the human body. She didn't know how to react as she shook and shivered, gasping and squealing at once. A mad, urgent necessity to experience the peak of this feeling set off constant little eruptions of shuddering thrills as his tongue now withdrew from the passionate center of her cunt and began pressing flat and hard against the bead of her tiny clitoris causing her youthful body to tremble as it sped through the spectrum of new and different raptures.
Her loins pressed tightly against his gaping mouth as the oily, heavy ooze seemed to pump itself out of her steaming cunt, depositing itself on his strong tongue as it continued moving from her vibrating clit to her frothing center, lunging in and out of her womanly slice like a fiery knife. He sucked the juice into his throat, telling himself he'd never tasted such a delicious flow of passionate woman-water. His powerful fingers dug deeply into her asscheeks, urging her to move her hips all the more frenetically, drumming her leaking slit constantly into his face. And Mickey's fingers tore into Joe's hair, yanking him ever closer, trying to urge every last inch of tongue into her cunt. From a prim, innocent maiden, she had become a lustful woman now raging with the delirious need for libidinous fulfillment.
"Jesus, God!" she ranted, "This is what it feels like! Ohhhhh ... no one can ever imagine what it's... ahhhhh .. like until they feel it.
She pulled her thighs wide apart, gripping her ankles with her hands, forcing her cuntlips to part, revealing the rich pinkness within.
Orgiurio's mouth was flooded with the thick, musky taste of cunt-juice as her fluid literally streamed forth from the burning depths of her pussy. He had her where he wanted her, now. She was hot and burning, in need of satisfaction, teetering on the edge of a necessary orgasm. And here was where intended keeping her.
Tugging his face from her yearning cunt, he sat back on his haunches and stared at her luscious, full, youthful body.
"What's the matter?" Mickey asked, looking up at him, suddenly aware his mouth was no longer where she wanted it.
"Nothing's wrong," he replied, wiping some of her smeared cunt-juice from his lips and cheeks with the back of his hand. "It's just that it's your turn, honey. You gotta give in order to keep getting. And it's time you discovered the joys of cocksucking." The idea had never entered Mickey's mind. She had thought Joe had been eating her cunt because it had pleased him to do so. She was correct of course, but she was unaware that cocksucking could be as enjoyable to her as cuntlapping was to him. Now Joe intended bringing the awareness to her.
"You have to be crazy!" she told him, utterly aghast at what he was proposing.
"I'm completely sane," he assured her. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander, and vice versa., "You'd strangle me with that thing!" she gasped. "I mean, I could never fit it all into my mouth without choking on it." "I didn't figure you to swallow the whole thing, sweetheart. You gobble as much of it as you can, letting one of your fists do the rest of the work, while your other hand caresses my balls." "No!" Mickey snapped. "No, absolutely not. I'll never do anything like that." "You'll do it, honey," Joe assured her, "and you'll do it now, dig?' Joe, on his knees on the bed, walked himself over to where she was sitting up. She automatically tried backing away from him, and suddenly found her back braced against the headboard of the bed.
Moving closer, Joe shuffled his hips from side to side until his bloated cock was pressing against her tightly closed lips.
"Open that mouth," he ordered. "It'll be good for you. This is something you have to learn sooner or later, so it might as well be right now." Mickey's nostrils quivered as she tried pulling away from his huge cock. She could smell the strong, masculine scent of him. He was clean enough, and there was nothing sickening about him, but the mere idea of popping that big cock into her mouth just didn't appeal to her, certainly not at that particular moment.
"Open that sweet little mouth of yours,'? he commanded, "and take a taste of this cock." Mickey's head moved violently from side to side, doing her best to lock her eyes onto something other than the cock wavering before her face. Even so she could feel its wet, bulbous onion-shaped glans pressing against her compressed lips, and she could almost feel the weight of his heavy, dangling balls near her chin. The idea of taking such a thick piece of flesh into her mouth almost made her sick. Her fists clenched as she took in a lungful of air and held it, her jaws sternly locked against the thrust of his stiff prick. Her agreement with Joe had been that he could do anything and everything to her, but not that she had to reciprocate.
Orgiurio grinned an evil grin and pressed his cockhead against her lips with even greater pressure. With one hand he clamped her nostrils shut so she could no longer breathe through her nose, and with his other hand he made sure both her hands stayed away from her face. Sooner or later she'd have to open her mouth, if only to take a breath, and when that happened ...
Mickey managed to raise both hands in an attempt to remove his pinching fingers from her nostrils. Joe grabbed both wrists with his iron-tight grip, and holding her nose even more tightly, pulled her head forward and rubbed his colorless cock-juice all over her lips, moving himself from side to side.
"Come on, Mickey baby," he ordered. "Come on, open up. You'll love the taste of it once you get used to it. Wait and see." Mickey was no longer able to respond negatively.
His hand prevented her from shaking her head, and she dared not open her mouth. As it was her mind was reeling from lack of oxygen.
Mickey was very frightened. This was not the way things were supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a pleasant experience, with the only unpleasantness being the pain she expected to feel when he burst her cherry. It had started out dreamily; better than she'd ever expected, but now it was turning into an awful nightmare.
The lack of air was making her more and more dizzy. She knew she would have to open her mouth shortly. She had to breathe.
Gulping, she barely parted her lips and drew in as much air as possible after exhaling the contents of her lungs. Even an her lips barely opened she could feel him pushing his heavy cockhead against her mouth, forcing her slightly parted lips to remain that way. His fingers squeezing her nose were hurting more and more. God! She needed air! His cock, pressed as it was against her mouth, was blocking the air from going in.
"C'mon, Mickey," Joe muttered, shoving hard, hoping to force her lips farther apart. "Open that mouth of yours and start swallowing. You'll love it, I promise." "No!" Mickey cried out, finally opening her mouth and taking in a great gulp of air. And at that instant he rammed the rubbery head of his seething cock between the cushions of her lips, forcing the meat between her teeth so she couldn't close them.
"Don't bite!" Joe warned. "Don't dare bite, or I'll whack the living shit outta you!" "Stop," Mickey begged, "I can't stand it!" But even as she said it, Mickey felt her tongue sliding out to lap at the rounded dome of the heavy cock pushing its way into her mouth. Her tongue ran smoothly over the bulb like knob, stopping for an instant to lick at the knotty area on the underside where the dome joined the rest of the solid staff. The tangy taste made her mouth start to water, and the tingling between her thighs resumed. She inhaled strongly, trying to catch her breath, and as she did so she breathed in more and more of Orgiurio 's masculine scent. The firm flesh of the cockhead tasted vastly different from the horrible way she imagined it would. Her sensitive tongue and palate could differentiate between the heaviness of the flesh on the cockhead and the smoother, silkier texture of the lengthy, broad shaft supporting it. She could feel the broad, spongy cockhead swell as if it were breathing.
With a startling realization, Mickey suddenly understood she wanted more of his cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste it, to feel it in her throat, to have that rubbery tip press right up against her throat. What Joe had said was true. She was beginning to enjoy it.
Instinctively her mouth opened wider and her lips compressed themselves around the meaty prick in a tight circle, and the heavy cock slowly but surely rode its way as far into her mouth as possible.. Her right hand curled around the more than two inches that wouldn't fit inside, while her left hand cupped his heavy balls, caressing them with a gentle, circular movement.
Joe smiled his satisfaction and relaxed his hold on her nose, moving his hand to the top of her head, keeping her head solidly in place so he could stroke his seething cock in and out of her mouth while receiving maximum sensation. Mickey, meanwhile, whipped the saliva through her mouth and around the solid piece of fleshy hose, letting the spit froth and wash the slick piece of cock-meat. She was more than a little surprised at how the definite taste of his prick could send all kinds of shuddering shock waves through her body, reigniting the flame in her cunt and making it burn even hotter than before. And everything she did was purely by animal instinct as her lips tightened around the tower of cock, slowly sliding up and down the length of tube contained in her mouth.
"You got it," Joe assured her. "That's the way to do it, Mickey-baby. Keep sucking like the hot little bitch you are!" The compliment, if one could call it that, spurred Mickey on to greater efforts as she stuffed her mouth full of cock, almost to the point where she choked. Her hand, meanwhile, was deftly jerking on the remaining inches, while her other palm continued caressing the hairy sac beneath. Her jaws tightened and put more pressure on the sensitive underside of his moving prick while her throat desperately swallowed the saliva building in her mouth. The swallowing created a stronger sucking sensation and Joe was amazed that such a novice could suck his cock' so fabulously. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and ask foolish questions, he accepted her natural ability and continued plugging her mouth with his cock again and again.
Slowly, Mickey, leaning against the headboard, was sliding down until her head rested on the pillow, and Joe found himself almost directly over her, plunging his sensitive dick nearly straight down as he straddled her body, feeling her perfectly round tits with their spiky nipples cushion his hairy ass. He was bent over, hunched forward, ramming his flaming cock as far into her mouth as he could, thrilling to the combined pressure of her lips and her hand. She felt his balls smack against her chin, but that didn't bother her any longer. Not able to hold onto them, her free hand was cupped against his ass, as if trying to steady him while his flaming cock rammed straight down into her mouth. The world around her had all but vanished. All she could see was Joe's hairy stomach and the insides of his thighs. She was enclosed in a jungle of masculinity, shut out from the rest of the world.
Her head still bobbed as much as it could, licking the blistering cock with her tongue pressed tightly against it, and occasionally letting her back teeth bite on the cushiony cockhead. As his thighs tightened more around her face, she could feel him riding more desperately into her mouth. His respiration was becoming more pronounced as he fucked himself into her hard.
Mickey realized she was as thrilled as he was. She didn't. know exactly how it was all supposed to end. She did know a man would eventually shoot something from his cock that wasn't piss; but she had no idea just what it was, since the health classes in her school had not been very explicit.
Her own body was writhing on the bed, loins pressing tightly together. Sticky syrup continued pouring from her cunt, lubricating her inner channel, and she knew she wanted all of his cock in her mouth. But try as she might, she was unable to fit more in. Her suction became more desperate. and she found herself drooling, spit foaming out around her lips and down over her chin.
Joe was shoving his cock in and out of her mouth with lightning speed, the hard piston of meat pressing her tongue flat as it rammed itself against her throat again and again. His thighs applied stronger pressure against her cheeks, while his ass, in a mad frenzy, continued pumping his solid cock in and out of her lusting mouth. Both his hands were now gripping her hair, tugging her head more upright as he humped his cock forward into her oral receptacle.
Mickey found herself in a wonderful mist of lascivious delight, no longer conscious of anything but the burning need for her mouth to drain the sexual contents from the pumping cock filling it. She knew she had Joe so completely excited, there was no way he would stop now. Suddenly his entire body tightened and the heavy cock filling her mouth swelled as Joe suddenly grunted and let loose a flood of thick, hot jism. The creamy fluid seeped down her throat into her belly as she avidly swallowed, surprised to find herself enjoying the taste of the fluid.
"Oh shit, yes, drink it, drink it," Joe murmured, his entire body taut as a bowstring as he humped his crotch forward with each shot, letting Mickey drink the contents of his balls, sucking it from his cock the way one would suck soda through a straw.
The cock began to slowly deflate and Mickey found she could stuff the full length of it in her mouth now. She crammed it all in, chewing strongly on the weakening flesh, but for all her efforts to swallow all of his load, some seeped from the corners of her mouth and smeared itself on his thighs and balls. With no urging from Joe, Mickey used her tongue methodically, licking the jism off every part of his flesh, wrapping her tongue around the now-soft cock. She was burning up with the need to come.
Relentlessly she continued sucking on the shriveled cock, chewing and biting, using her lips to pull on the flesh, and after a few minutes her efforts were rewarded. Slowly but surely the fat, squiggly worm began to harden and lengthen until it was once more at its strongest, too large to be fully contained in the mouth of the horny virgin.
Now Joe was once again the master of the situation. He covered Mickey's delightful torso with his own, feeling the girl respond by pulling him hard against her, letting her swollen tits flatten into her body as his hairy chest pressed against her. Their mouths clung together, she tasting the dried secretions of her cunt, while he tasted the residue of his cum lingering within the confines of her mouth.
Reaching down, Orgiurio's quivering hand gripped his cock so he could more easily guide it. Mickey was surprised at the hot, rigid sensation of the solid, vibrating prick as she reached down and replaced Joe's hand with her own. She squeezed it in the middle, sensing the trembling beat from inside it, and was pleased the way the solid pole seemed to jump in bet grip. But now that she had it, she wasn't sure what to do next.
Urging himself forward, Joe whispered, "Inside, Mickey. Part those virginal pussy lips of yours and put the whole thing inside." Mickey eagerly rammed his bloated head against her tight cuntlips, trying to open her cunt and swallow the cock up like a crocodile gobbling up an unwary prey. She rammed the huge pulsing cock through the red jungle of pussy hair, against her twitching cuntlips, shoving it harder and harder against her until her sopping lips finally began gripping the head of the prick and sucking it into her. Once it was partly inside, it had no trouble making deeper inroads, at first, because of the tight suction of the formerly unused snatch. He could feet the cuntal walls elastically stretching to better contain his cock, opening as if to make way for the huge mass of flesh. Moving deeper, making further inroads, the thick cock slowly but surely progressed into the uncharted regions of Mickey's feminine bayou. He moved it in a fraction of an inch at a time until he was stopped by the membranous guardian of her virginity.
"You got a tough one," he warned her. "Still want to go through with it?" "Stop now and I'll tear your eyes out with my nails," she warned.
"Okay, kid, just hold on and do your best to shove against me, no matter how much it hurts, dig?" "Go," she ordered.
With the tip of his massive cock resting against her cherry, Joe took a deep breath, drew his hips back, then flexed forward, slamming hard against the membranous barrier of unyielding tissue.
Mickey saw pinwheels of light as pain filled her body, running up to her brain. She yelped as the pain seemed to override all other feelings for an instant, and ten the warmth of pleasure began filtering back. The way his cock had bounced off her cherry made her understand there was one tough job ahead. But Mickey knew this was the time to do it, because she wanted no painful experiences when the time came for her to be fucked by someone really important "Again," she told him, and he drew back and charged forward once more, literally slamming his huge cock into her cunt.
The pain was even more intense this time, and Mickey closed her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying out. Joe, knowing slow movement would only cause prolonged, unnecessary pain, reared back and slammed into her cherry again, hitting it with all his strength. Nothing! He pulled back again, then chugged forward with the power and speed of a locomotive. His only reward was Mickey's uncontained scream as she shrieked her agony out, after which she told him, "Do it, damn you, do it!" Once more he slammed forward, and Mickey howled at the hard, burning pain seemingly cutting up her interior. In spite of all Joe's strong efforts, his cock seemed unable to penetrate the thickness of her hymen. And Mickey, feeling a fire of searing anguish spreading through her inner cunt, was unable to respond and raise her hips. Her torso was covered with perspiration and she was panting out heavy sobs as Joe once more renewed his attack with even greater vigor, once again ramming the solid mass of prick into her hot cunt. This time, through the excruciating pain, Mickey felt the cock lance in a bit deeper. Was it possible? Could her cherry be yielding? Orgiurio 's hips drew back and he slammed forward again, and this time even he felt his penetration was deeper as her elastic membrane began to stretch. To Mickey there was no less pain, but the knowledge that he was making progress convinced her to urge him on.
"Fuck!" she yelled at him. "Fuck me deep, fuck me hard!" All the thrill, all the happiness, all the delight was completely obscured by the lancing pain as his balls slammed hard against her crotch. Her cherry was stretched to its absolute limit. The agony was beyond belief, a ripping white-hot fire burning its way through her. Still the solid mass of plunging cock charged into her, convinced of ultimate victory at any moment.
"You have to help," Joe whispered, his sweat dripping dawn his face onto her shoulders. "Raise those fucking hips when I drive forward. It'll hurt, but only for a short while. I can only do the job if you fuck back. Come on, Mickey!" His voice seemed to seep through to her, and she began lifting her ass each time he slammed forward. She rammed her pelvis against his loins, convincing him to put even more power behind his plunges. Each time he pulled back, his ass rose so high, she could see the rippling muscles enlarge from the strain as he made another attempt to drive his mighty cock through her cherry. Now they were working as a team with the same object in mind-that of shattering her fleshy blockade. Orgiurio hauled his ass back, took a deep breath, then blasted forward. The shriek expelled from Mickey's throat would have brought the motel clerk running on the double had the walls not been soundproofed. The sound was enough to tear Joe's heart out, and he would have quit at that moment had he not felt his plunging cock literally tear through her cherry.
The huge, thick, charging cock thundered into the tunnel of her tight cunt, a solid, flaming, white-hot poker stretching the walls of her cunt far apart as it ran farther and farther m.
Mickey felt as if a gigantic aircraft carrier was moving at full speed through the single lock in her cunt-canal, moving as if it intended going all the way up into her throat.
Her tight cunt continued to enlarge to better hold the new intruder, and Mickey automatically began tightening and loosening her cuntal muscles, exercising them while filled with the huge cock.
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The pressure squeezed Joe's heavy prong more delightfully than anything he'd felt in a long while. It felt helplessly squeezed in the hot depths of her youthful cunt; a cunt determined to crush it to death for the pain and anguish it had caused. Her solid ass began a wild, exotic bounce against the mattress, and soon their bodies were slamming together, their stomachs clapping like thunder.
Suddenly Mickey found the hurt beginning to disappear as that old feeling of overwhelming desire took its place. Only the sensation was now stronger than ever. The hard piston of Joe's cock began moving through her churning depths more smoothly now, oiled by a combination of cunt juice and her virginal blood.
An extremely hot-blooded girl, Mickey suddenly felt her first orgasm descend on her with the weight and power of a falling skyscraper, and even as she came, her cunt muscles squeezed his cock with such pressure, Joe experienced his second climax of the day. It so completely overshadowed the first, he almost fainted from the pleasure. He clutched the redhead tightly to him, kissing her and whispering soft words to her as each melted into the other, experiencing total and complete satisfaction.
Chapter Two
Oddly, Mickey's fucking with Joe Orgiurio had the opposite effect it might have had. Usually, after fucking a man, a woman finds herself more deeply involved with him emotionally, while the man finds his ardor has cooled. In the case of Mickey and Joe the exact reverse was true. He was hotter than ever for her, never having known a cunt so tight, or tits so perfectly shaped, with such superb, glowing nipples.
Joe Orgiurio wasn't exactly in love. He had never been in love and therefore was totally unfamiliar with the sensation. But the strong desire he felt for Mickey was something he'd never felt before.
Mickey, on the other hand, felt the physical desire she'd always had for Joe suddenly cool. He had been a good lover, an excellent one, in fact. But there was something missing as far as she was concerned. He had done everything physically perfect, giving her an orgasm, letting her experience the thrill of having her cunt sucked, and even forcing her to suck his cock, which she had to admit she had enjoyed immensely. Fucking and sucking was everything it had been cracked up to be. But now Mickey thought of Joe as one of the many dates she'd had to be shunted aside because he was no longer interesting.
Joe, on the other hand, was not used to being put out of someone's life. He usually dropped the girl rather than the girl dropping him. It was a new, different, most unpleasant experience, and at first it galled him. Had it been any other girl he might have simply forgotten her and gone on to his next conquest. But Mickey had become something special, and when he saw how coldly she had begun to react toward him in the office, not even giving him the courtesy she gave the others none of whom had done her the favor of ridding her of her troublesome virginity he became both irritated and angry.
He attempted to approach her during her lunch hour. All he wished to do was talk and discover why she had adopted so hostile an attitude toward him. But Mickey refused to speak to him, blithely ignoring him whenever he spoke to her.
"This is too fucking much," he confided to his close friend and working companion, Mark Silo. Silo stood an inch shorter than Joe, with jet-black hair and a mustache, grown to cover the fact tat his youthful face lacked a mature. look. He was handsome to the point of being beautiful, and though he was no less masculine than Orgiurio, many girls thought him too pretty to be manly. Like Joe, Mark dressed nattily, wearing colorful threads while in the office, though the moment he got out he would loosen and remove his tie, and open his shirt. He was a man who liked his comfort.
Silo was used to being snubbed by girls, but he never let it bother him, because for every girl who ignored him, there was always another with the good sense to enjoy him, and Mark Silo made certain he was enjoyed to the fullest, while thoroughly enjoying himself at the same time. Mickey, however, was one of those who was coldly polite to him, while letting him know with her eyes that she was in no way interested in him.
"I would suggest forgetting her," Silo counseled. "Who the hell gives a damn about such a stuck-up cunt, anyway?" "It's not a question about giving a damn," Joe admitted. "My pride's been stung. I mean, if she wanted to break the fucking thing off all she had to do was politely tell me as much. But I haven't had a word out of her in more than a week." "You trying to tell me you balled little Miss Frigid Digit?" Silo asked.
"I'm not trying to tell you a goddamn thing," Joe replied. "Normally I don't even talk about things like that." "I know, buddy. You keep all your cunts a secret. But if you're so uptight about the way that girl's behaving, it has to be for one of two reasons. Either you propositioned her and she turned you down flat, and now she's angry because you thought she was that kind of a girl and won't speak to you, or...
"Or what?" Orgiurio sneered.
"Or you managed to fuck her, and something happened during the session you either won't think about or don't know about. And I tend to think it's the 'or' rather than the 'either'.
"Why is that?" Joe asked.
"Because Mickey's not a frosty type. I mean she snubs me, but not coldly, the way she turns off whenever you show. She's not some dumb prude, and no matter how crudely you might have propositioned her, I don't see her taking it as an insult. And since she was always whispering to you before, I figure it wasn't something you said, so much as something you either did, or didn't do." "All right," Orgiurio broke down and admitted.
"We swung. And when I say swung, I mean really swung. She was something out of this world." They were in Silo's tiny cubicle of an office, one which he shared with two other salesmen, neither of which happened to be present at that moment. The door was closed to insure privacy, and the two were talking in whispers.
"She was a virgin," Joe admitted, "and she took to fucking like any bunny on earth. Before we separated, she was capable of out-fucking and out-sucking any other chick I've ever known, and let me tell you, I've know a helluva lot of broads." "I believe it," Silo nodded, "but can you think of anything you might have done to aggravate or irritate her?" "Hell, I hadda force her to start sucking on my cock. I mean, she wouldn't have done it otherwise, but once she began eating my prick, she kept at it without my having to force her. I mean she really gobbled it up, licking every last drop out of me. That's why I can't figure why she's so fucking cold now.
"Like I said," Silo told him, "forget her. There are plenty of other chicks around." "This bitch needs a lesson," Orgiurio snapped. "And I think we're the guys to teach it to her." "There are rape laws in this state, buddy," Mark said.
"She's such a hot bitch, once we get her started, she'll be doing it willingly, and that can't be called rape. I've been checking on her for the past week, and I learned her parents will be away this weekend. I also sneaked a look at her appointment book when she went to the john, earlier today. She left her purse on the counter and it was no great problem for me to filch the book, look inside, and put it back. She was supposed to spend the weekend with a girl friend. The girl was going to come to her house, but a notation in the book says she's not sure the girl will show. In other words, she didn't make any dates with men for this weekend. She'll be home, either alone or with the girl friend. Even if the girl friend does come, she's not scheduled to arrive before tomorrow, Saturday. This'd give us the whole fucking night to do with her whatever we feel is needed to straighten her out." "So what the fuck are we supposed to do?" Silo asked.
"We wait until it's dark, then we go to her house. I drove her home the day we fucked, and I had a look at her back door. It's an easy one to unlock." "Hey, that's breaking and entering!" "That's a nice, quiet neighborhood. No one ever gets robbed there, and the cops cruise each street about once every two hours. Since her house is a half-mile from the railroad station, we don't even have to take the car, or if we do, we can park it at the railroad station where it won't be noticed. By the time we're through with her, she'll be begging for more. Then we turn her off, and hold back, letting her beg for two cocks she'll never get again. You game?" "All the way," Silo admitted. Orgiurio had brought out the hidden animal in him, and with it came the desire to fuck Mickey, whether she was willing or not.
Physically, Mark Silo was as much a stud as Orgiurio. He was no less insatiable, and the mere thought of banging the slender redhead was giving him a bad case of the hots. He needed some temporary cooling off, and with the lunch hour coming up, he knew just the chick with whom to couple.
Her name was Carol Warner, and oddly enough, she was the wife of one of the really big wheels at a district branch office of Incidental Insurance. She was short, pert, and very pessimistic about life in general. Not that life had treated her badly, but she had expected so much more out of life. Her husband was doing well, giving her all the little luxuries that helped make living bearable, and yet she was unable to appreciate all this. She felt a woman with her looks and charm should have had a mansion with servants to do. all the work while she kept herself busy looking beautiful.
Her husband had given her two children, a boy and a girl, both of whom were in school until three o'clock, but he hadn't given her much satisfaction in the conception of those kids. For that matter, he hadn't given her much satisfaction any time in bed, and though she was far from being hot blooded, she did have wants and needs, and when her body wasn't gratified, it very naturally became frustrated.
She had met Mark Silo at an Incidental Insurance convention, and at first had paid no attention to him. He was much younger than she. In fact, he seemed totally immature, with his pretty-boy face and youthful mannerisms. Yet she had to admit to herself she enjoyed having a male pay so much attention to her, especially since her own husband was off somewhere running the convention. Before she realized it, she found herself bedded down with Silo in his room, and when she returned to the main ballroom later on, she discovered her husband had never missed her.
What she really remembered was the satisfaction Silo had given her. He had made her feel like a hot bombshell, bringing about six climaxes in her for each one of his. He had come twice, but a dozen climaxes in one night was, for her, something totally unbelievable. Hell, she didn't have a dozen decent climaxes in a year with her own husband. A dozen? She didn't even have a half-dozen. Silo had been easy for her to become attracted to, and when she learned his own office wasn't far from her husband's, she gave him her home address. All he had to do was call first, to make certain her husband wasn't home.
The system had worked fine, for a while, but soon Carol not only became frightened of what would happen if her husband found out, but began feeling pangs of guilt. So Silo had to check with her husband's office to make certain he was there, and then he would drive over to the Warner home. And every time Carol saw him, she would try to shut him out of the house. Every time, he managed to make his way inside, and had a thoroughly enjoyable time. He was so good at it, he always made Carol temporarily overcome her remorse, especially when she was experiencing a series of multiple orgasms.
Leaving his office after ascertaining Carol's husband was in his, and would likely remain there at least an hour, Silo drove to Carol's house and parked a block, away. He walked to the house. It was a nice spring day, so he loosened his tie and left it and his jacket in the car before heading for Carol's back door.
He knocked and waited. He knew she was home. Her car was out front. When she opened the door he smiled and said, "Hi, am I in time for lunch?" "That depends on what you want to eat," she replied frostily.
She was angry at him not only because of the guilt he made her feel, but because he seemed to take her for granted every time. At the start he had treated her like the lady she believed herself to be. He had played by the rules, making her feel so satisfyingly superior as he seduced her. But now he no longer seemed to feel seduction was necessary. He had taken her body for granted, basically because he knew the effect he had on her. She was his own personal property, his private fuck, and it irritated her to think he could have such a light regard for her.
"I want to eat you, Carol," he told her straightforwardly. "I want to eat that box of yours until you scream for mercy.
He saw her shudder and glance at the kitchen clock.
"My husband might be home any moment," she said.
"Horseshit," he replied. "I checked. He'll be at the office all afternoon." "I wish you wouldn't speak to me in that tone of voice!" she snapped. "You used to respect me." "I still respect you," he assured her. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be coming back all the time. But it'd be nice if you admitted you still like me so we could stop playing these silly games.
Before she could argue again, he gently pressed his hand against her swollen tit, pushing her back into the kitchen. He followed her in, shutting the door behind him. He looked at her the way a wolf stared at a helpless lamb, grinning an almost fiendish grin.
Carol took a deep breath, gained control of herself for a moment, and said, "Mark, if you have any regard for whatever it was we had between us, you'll leave. I just don't feel like doing anything with you." "Me you trying to tell me your husband has started satisfying you?" Silo asked, knowing better even as the question came out.
Damn, Carol thought to herself. She'd told him too much when they'd shared those intimate hours at the convention. Now he was laughing at her, making fun of her, knowing full well she wasn't receiving the kind of pleasure he had given her.
Aloud, she said, "Please Mark, I'd rather not discuss it." "Jut as I thought," Silo Smirked. "He's still doing nothing for you. Hey look, I taught you a whole new bunch of things to do. Did you at least try them out? I mean, they'd be just the thing to wake up a flagging cock." "No," she admitted, sighing, letting her physical need for him start to overpower her common sense once again. "He's just not interested." "You just haven't been doing it right, Carol. If you d applied what I'd taught you, maybe you really wouldn't need me. As it is, you need me for two reasons. You need me to help make you a satisfied woman, and you need me as an instructor, and maybe this time you'll pay attention to the lessons." This last sentence came out with such a strong horse laugh behind it, Carol became red with rage. She bunched her fists and began beating against his chest, snarling, "Get away from me. Don't touch me, you bastard. I don't need you or anyone else." Still smiling, Silo grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them to the side while wrapping his other arm around her waist. He held her tightly, pulling her very close to him, looking down into her lovely tanned face, admiring her straight, short nose, her deep brown eyes, and her sensuous lips. Her husband was a real asshole for not being able to appreciate her, and had nobody but himself to blame for her unfaithfulness. Hell, her body was crying out for some kind of relief. Why give her simple relief? Make it an experience well worth remembering, each time.
"Please don't," she whimpered, her breath hot on his lips. "Don't shame me. Don't increase the guilt I already feel." "Shame you?" he asked, smirking. "I wouldn't dream of shaming you. The real shame is that someone as lovely and as desirable as yourself can't get the right kind of action from her old man. You're uptight, Carol. You need a good screwing and chewing. You know damn well, every time I leave you, you're always totally content." "Then leave me right now," she whispered, "and I'll be more than content." But her voice lacked authority at this point. She was saying one thing while begging him for something else. Despite Mark's youth, he was a man so extremely sure of himself when it came to sex, so completely unlike her own husband. If only her husband wasn't so wrapped up with his lousy insurance company all day long. If he owned the company there would be some excuse. But he was a crummy assistant manager, and the most he could hope for in his lifetime would be to become a manager. If only he could come down off that cloud of his to realize she needed him, she wouldn't have to turn to men like Mark Silo for physical relief. As it was, her frustrated body, feeling Silo's nearness, was all but screaming for him to fuck her.
"No," he murmured, "I can't leave you now, Carol-love. I'm horny as a bullmoose and you're just as much in need of a fuck. But I'm going to have to teach you a lesson today, Carol. I'm going to have to make you beg me for it." "Then I have nothing to worry about," she said, shuddering, knowing full well it was a lie. Though her mind was frightened of what he would do, her body was even more terrified of what he might not do.
His mouth closed the distance between itself and her tantalizing lips, and though she tried pulling her head back, the way he had her waist cinched and pressed to him had her all but helpless. He continued pressing his lips against hers until she could pull her head back no further. The pressure was strong without bruising. In his own way Silo was an expert, able to seem rough while actually enhancing the thrills of wanton desire building ever higher in her petite body.
With his lips pressed tightly to hers, he drank fully of the rich taste of her mouth, tasting the heady, intoxicating flavor of her full lips. She struggled and squirmed, trying to pull her wrists free from the hand holding it, twisting her body hard in an attempt to pull away from his encircling arm, but succeeding only in rubbing her cunt more solidly against the throbbing cock pushing Mark's pants out between his thighs.
The kiss finally ended as both came up for air. Carol was lightly crying, knowing she would shortly do anything he wished. How could she help herself? Even as his lips touched hers again, his hand released her wrists, and when she could have pushed him away, she didn't, pressing her forearms against his chest, using all her will power not to wrap them around his neck and draw him closer. She tried to stiffen herself against him, attempting to pretend what he was doing meant nothing, but his hands were roaming all over her body, touching her back, her thighs, and pressing themselves against her heaving tits, already enlarged in expectation. And when she didn't take his hand away from her tit he worked his palm against the nipple, and inside she was all the more angry at herself for not having the self-control needed to make him stop. His fingers tightened sensuously around the throbbing nipples, feeling them warm to his touch, welcoming him as she uncontrollably rubbed herself against him.
And then his hands were off her as he stepped back, removing his lips from hers. He deliberately turned around, facing the sink, and got himself a glass of water from the faucet. After drinking the water, he turned back to her and said, "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I'm only taking advantage of you, getting my own thrills while giving you nothing. I think it only fair for you to make the decision whether or not I go or stay. You tell me." Oh how Carol could have killed him at that moment. She was burning up, aflame with the anxiety he had implanted in her with all his kisses and caresses, and now he was taunting her, telling her, in effect, she would have to beg him for his cock. The son of a bitch.
"Get out of here," she muttered, speaking so low he couldn't, or wouldn't, hear her.
"What was that?" Silo asked.
"I said.. . oh, God! What kind of monster are you? I'm all wrought up inside, torn apart with guilt because of what I'm doing to my husband, cheating this way. Here you are, enhancing that guilt, making me beg to feel even guiltier." She was crying again, leaning against the kitchen counter, sobbing strongly now. When he moved to come near her, she backed away, making him say, "Hey now, take it easy, honey. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. You know that." "I know that I hate you!" she snapped at him.
"Look, Carol, if you really want me to leave, say so. I'll go." "You bastard," she cursed at him.
Silo smiled again, his teeth glistening whitely beneath his black mustache. The smile had its effect on Carol. She wanted to go on hating him, but couldn't. She was hoping to keep him away from her this one time, showing herself she had the will power to resist him, but even as he raised her chin with his fingers, she knew she had lost. He kissed her lips lightly, tasting the salt of her tears, and when he pressed his palms against her cheeks, she remained where she was, no longer struggling.
When she felt the tip of his tongue lightly brush her lips a spark ran through her, and once more she tried to fight him off, whispering, "No, Mark! No! Don't!"
"But I will, Carol," he whispered back. "I will because we both know you love it. Now how about coming out and admitting the truth, that you want me to fuck the ass off you." His smug arrogance made her angry one more time, and she said with what seemed like finality, "I want you to leave. I want you to leave right now. I don't want you to come back." "If that's what you really want," he said, releasing her and stepping away, "I have no choice but to do as you wish." Slowly he turned and headed for the door through which he'd entered the house. He could feel her eyes boring into the nape of his neck as he walked. The way she stood there so helplessly made him want to laugh again, but he didn't. This was the critical moment. He had her, he knew it, provided he didn't fuck it up.
He reached the door and put his hand on the knob. That was when he heard the sound from behind him; a quick, light grunt, almost a plea. It made him turn his head. He saw she had actually taken a few steps toward him.
Turning to face her, he asked, "Did you say something?" "Nothing," she murmured, staring down at the floor.
Silo walked over to where she stood and stared at the top of her head, noting the dark hair parted in the middle and pulled back. Once more he used his hand to tilt her face up and saw the plea in her eyes. They were telling him to ignore anything she said from that moment on. Even as she stood there staring at him, he reached behind her and unzipped the top of her dress. It fell loose, letting him pull it off her shoulders, revealing the pink bra beneath. Once more his hands cupped her tits, and he saw those pleading eyes of hers close as his palms rubbed her nipples. She was breathing raggedly now, her lips barely parted, and as he continued massaging her growing nipples, she whispered, "Mark, this is wrong. You know it, I know it. I don't have the courage to make you go away. Please, Mark, please be strong for both of us, and walk out. I love the touch of your hand, I can't resist you, but if there's a heart somewhere inside you you'll stop this and go away, no matter how tortured I feel." Silo only smiled. The pangs of guilt were a little stronger now than before. It meant her intensity within would be stronger, which meant she would react more definitely.
Carol, seeing her words only made him smile, reddened with shame, positive the man was getting more from her degradation than he ever could from her body. Even as his fingers continued pinching her nipples she cursed her husband rather than Silo or herself. If her husband had only had the instincts needed to make her happy none of this would have happened. Loneliness and frustration had driven her to seek this man out at the convention, or to be more correct, to respond to his advances. If her husband, the assistant manager, had made proper love to her, she wouldn't have to resort to being fucked by a mere salesman, a salesman from another office.
Humiliated as she was, she made no move to stop his hands as they continued lightly rubbing her nipples through her bra, feeling her tits grow heavier and heavier with lust as the seconds passed. Both rubbery spikes were fully extended, frying to drive their way through the material holding them tightly pressed into her tits. He rubbed his palms in a maddening, steady circle, causing her blood to thunder through her arteries and veins as her nerves tingled with maddening desire.
It came to Carol that her entire body had suddenly come awake. Every nerve seemed to have an awareness of its own. She was a finely tuned machine, ultra-sensitive, now fully awake and aware. If he kept this up she'd have an orgasm before he buried his cock inside her hungry cunt.
Yes, he would bury that thick, hard hunk of meat in her. She knew full well she wouldn't let him leave until he'd completely sated every burning bit of lascivious desire. That was the trouble. Had he merely satisfied the fire in her cunt, easing her frustration, she would have been able to turn him away very easily. But he had made fucking an unbelievable experience, bringing her to the realization that it was something more than a reproductive act, or a sensation needed to remove frustrations. It was the be-all and end-all of everything. Fucking was as important as eating and drinking.
Silo enjoyed the mastery he had over this woman. He could easily understand Joe Orgiurio's feelings, and the anger the latter felt at being dumped by a girl. Hell, if Carol dumped him, he'd feel just as frustrated and angry. The mere thought aroused him. Now he wanted her very much, but he also wanted to hear her admit she wanted him. He purposely continued teasing her nipples and rubbing her tits, kissing her earlobes and stabbing his tongue into her ear while in no way advancing. Carol became overheated. The blaze inside her became too much, and she turned to him as he bit her earlobe, feeling the scrape of his teeth as her lobe pulled away.
'Fuck me, goddamn you," she pleaded. "Please fuck me!" His eyes became slitted openings as he looked at her in an almost detached way.
"Let's not hurry," he smirked. "Because if we hurry, we might do something wrong. No, Carol, we'll take our time as we always do. Besides, this'll give you the time you need to definitely decide whether or not you really want to be fucked." "Oh yes, yes," she begged. "I want to be fucked." "You might change your mind again." "I won't. I swear I won't. My solemn word I won't change my mind. Oh fuck me, please fuck me!" "Your solemn word," he jeered, standing arms akimbo in the middle of the kitchen, as if he were the one about to change his mind. Carol, mad with heat, rubbed her body against his, feeling the swelling of his prick push his pants out even further. He was hot. She knew it. Yet he seemed to refuse to respond now that he'd finally gotten her to the point where she needed his hot cock, badly. Her fingers nimbly raced up and down his shirt, unbuttoning it and tugging it out of his pants.
Silo was really enjoying himself. It was a pleasure to know he had such a powerful hold on this woman, who, only minutes earlier, had been begging him to leave. He would fuck her good and proper, all right, but at his own leisurely pace. If he got back to the office late, he could always claim he was out on a sales appointment and didn't make the sale.
His hands were at his sides, refusing to touch her now. When she pressed her tits against his body while pulling his shirt off, he seemed not to respond, save for the monstrous hard-on still pushing his pants away from his body. His change of attitude at this moment was affecting her to an even greater degree than it had earlier, when the ideas had been reversed. He could see her thighs pressing against one another in an attempt to rub her cuntlips together.
Carol felt overwhelming desire tear through her body, increasing her wantonness even more. The slick, hot, slippery drippings from her cunt were already soaking her panties, seeping down one thigh. The zipper of her dress seemed, of its own accord, to open the rest of the way, and as she squirmed, the dress slid over her hips and fell to the floor. She was moaning and grunting, pressing her full, solid thighs together, and Silo could see the widening stain of cunt-juice at their juncture, making the dark vee seem even darker.
His laugh was a derisive thing as he felt her lips on his bare chest.
"Jesus, but you really are one hot bitch, aren't you, Carol? You're turning yourself on." "Scum," she hissed, pulling away from him, angered by his refusal to respond.
Going to the sink, she turned on the cold water with the intention of letting it run on the nape of her neck and perhaps break the spell controlling her. She felt like a real honest-to-God whore. She was such a tramp she didn't deserve the husband she had, out earning a living to bring her all the niceties of life. She deserved to have her husband strip her naked and drag her through the streets by her hair, yelling for the world to come see the harlot. She deserved to be whipped until her flesh was raw and bloody. Then she deserved to be burned at the stake.
Sobbing and leaning over the sink, she didn't hear him behind her, and was unaware of him until she felt the pressure of his cock against her ass. It was still covered by his pants, but she knew it was his cock. And the tautness of the pants around it let her know it would soon break out of its own accord if it wasn't freed.
"Goddamn you," she wept, "goddamn you, go away, leave me alone. I don't care any more. I just don't care. Fuck me if it pleases you, or don't. I just don't care." "Well then we might as well forget the whole thing, huh. I mean, I don't want to shove the old frankfurter into a dead roll."
"What a great way to put it." "It fits, honey. We'll fuck, but when I think you feel like it and not before." Beaten, she remained leaning over the sink, feeling him press his thick, hard hunk of solid cock harder against her ass. Her sad indifference passed quickly, and she suddenly felt hotter than ever. This time she knew he would fuck her, and this time she intended getting off more than six times to his one..
His hands came up under her armpits and straightened her up. She exhaled heavily as his hands once more gripped her tits, his lips pressing into the base of her throat, while his cock continued squeezing itself, pants and all, into the panty-covered crack of her ass. He pushed harder, but with his pants and her panties in the way, penetration was nonexistent.
"Goddamn!" he cursed, and unsnapped her bra.
Her hands went to her tits, holding the bra in place while his fingers slid to the waistband of her panties and yanked them down with a single, fluid movement. She stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay, still clutching the bra. He reached around and pulled the bra off and away, letting it far on the counter.
Naked, she still faced away from him, feeling the roughness of his pants rub against the tender flesh of her asscheeks. She was unable to move; unable to turn; unable to speak. So she stood there, her hands once again resting on the rim of the sink as his hands rotated against her hips, her belly, and once again, her tits. The light pressure of his fingers made her shiver as if he were rubbing her with an ice cube. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her cheek rubbing his, his lips pressing into the side of her throat. Her nervous system was all a flutter, and she felt her legs turning to water. Oh God! He was so fantastic.
Carol sighed, feeling the heavy knob of his solid cock as it pressed the rough material of his pants into the crevice of her perspiring asscheeks. It roved up and down, trying to make the groove wider a well as deeper. Silo had a long, fat, heavy prick, and she knew she would freak out when she saw it in all its naked splendor. It was half again as large as her husband's.
His hands clutched her tits, his fingers pressing into the flesh while his palms continued to lightly rotate. Her nipples were long, thick nails, trying to cut into his hands while his fingers turned and twisted on the white flesh, massaging the light brown areolas as well. She couldn't believe how his touch seemed to enlarge her tits to a size she never would have believe possible.
He was sucking on her earlobe, squeezing it between his teeth, all but tearing it off, and she loved it. The hot breath from his nostrils filled her ear, and she trembled all over. He was so sensually arousing.
"Like it?" he asked between mouthfuls of earlobe.
"Mmmm," was all she could say, writhing her ass hard against him, making his already iron-hard cock harder.
His hands continued wandering across the length and breadth of her torso, stopping now and again to tweak her nipples or play with her navel.
"Your flesh is as soft as a baby's ass," he murmured. "You're something special, Carol, real special." Like all women, Carol Warner was susceptible to flattery. She let his praise of her wash over her like a wave. But she wouldn't let him know, keeping her lips tightly shut, thrilling to the way his flat hand slid down across her tummy, while his other hand held tightly to her swollen tit. His finger sank into her belly button again, making her press her round, solid asscheeks more tightly against him. Moisture came jetting from her hot cunt as she had a minor orgasm. It made her shake and shiver violently as his lips branded kisses on her neck.
The hand on her belly moved lower, traveling through a jungle of black fleece, feeling how sodden it was, and her cunt felt an electric spark shoot through it. He grabbed some of the tight, curly hairs with his fingers, pulling and tugging, not hard enough to really hurt her even if some did loosen and come out, but with enough pressure to arouse her to even greater heights. Then his fingers moved lower, parting her thighs, sliding across the convex slices of her cuntlips. He could feel the heavy, colorless cream issuing from them, dripping through his fingers to fall on the floor between her feet.
"Jesus!" she yelped. "Oh Jesus!" Silo laughed a short, loud laugh. It was a laugh Carol hated. She had come to hate him at this moment, knowing he had so much power over her.
And yet there was no way for her to resist him.
She had to be fucked by him, and fucked hard.
She turned her head as far around as she could, staring back at Him. The hand he'd used to grip her tit came up to cup her chin and he held her in that position, kissing her lips again and again while his other hand continued pressing into her sopping cunt.
Carol's knees buckled and she would have fallen had he not gripped her crotch tightly with one hand while continuing to support her chin with the other as his tongue probed deeply into her mouth. He had her pressed against the sink now, and the pressure of his body against hers prevented her from moving in any way as he enjoyed the bouncy rubbing of her tight, round asscheeks. Even with his pants pressing tightly around his cock, he could feel the split of her ass, and did his best to rub his prick into the narrow crack in the hope of feeling her sensitive, puckered asshole. But Carol felt his pants-covered cock attempt to stab into her and she tightened up, making the narrow slice between her asscheeks into a hairline crack.
"Oh shit!" Silo murmured. "You have one hell of an ass! God! How I love it!" The hand gripping her soaking cunt suddenly came away and tried to part her tight asscheeks, but Carol resisted, murmuring into his mouth as she sucked on his tongue, "Don't, Mark. Don't do that. I don't like that." He let her go and stood away from her for a moment. She used that time to turn around and face him, letting him see how wet her dark, tantalizing cunt had become as lubricant seeped down her thighs in a heavier and heavier flow.
Her arms surrounded him in an unbreakable grip as she pulled him to her and kissed him hard, letting her own tongue lance into his mouth with the speed and heat of a flame jet. Then she grabbed his hair, tugged his face away from hers, and murmured, "Why didn't you have the decency to leave before I got this way?" "You're like me, Carol," Silo told her. "The sight of you turns me on, and the sight of me does things to you. If I'd walked away, you'd have taken a broom handle and jammed it up your cunt once I was gone, and you damn well know it." For an answer she kissed him again, biting his lips, chewing furiously, angry that he was right, that she had no self-control where he was concerned, and no capability where her husband was concerned.
Her hands reached down and undid his belt, then opened the fastener. Because his suits fit so snugly, she had to push with her hands to get the pants below his hips, and even then they wouldn't go all the way down until she used her feet to kick them to his ankles. His underpants clung even more tightly; and she had to kneel to get them off. In doing so, her face came down to the level of his seething cock as it sprang out of his shorts. Like a gigantic cannon it swung from side to side, as if beckoning her mouth toward it. She took a deep breath, licked her lips then stood up.
"The bedroom," Carol whispered. "It's the best place." Silo couldn't argue with her there. The bedroom with its huge, soft bed was definitely the best fucking room in the house. He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom, her scissoring legs rubbing the length of his. cock between them. He placed her on the bed, lying down with her, letting her thighs continue to grip his rampant cock, and she rubbed her loins strongly against him. He knew damn well he would shoot too quickly if she didn't slow down.
Oblivious of what was going on inside Silo, Carol whirled and rose for an instant. When he would have risen too, she threw him back on the bed and sat on his belly, letting her sopping cunt slide all over his belly, making it wet with her secretions. Silo could see she was ready to slide right down and let her hungry cunt gobble up his oversensitive prick. If she did, he'd shoot a gusher before she was anywhere near coming.
Reaching down and under with both hands, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her straight up toward his face. He lay back against the bed's two pillows with Carol's thighs against his cheeks, and jammed her hot, hairy cunt down on his reaching mouth, his upper lip rubbing her throbbing clit while his tongue speared right into the center of her, causing her to grunt involuntarily with excitement. His fingers squeezed her tight asscheeks, holding her in place as his tongue began sliding in and out, and she, beyond control, rubbed her frothing cunt back and forth against his slobbering lips.
Heavy shudders shot through her body as he began sucking voraciously. Her juices, already flowing heavily, now poured out like a steady waterfall, and Carol, dizzy with lust, writhed madly against his face, feeling his nose and mustache tantalize the sensitive area.
Silo's hands traveled up and down her inner thighs, pressing and squeezing her warm, velvety flesh. His thumbs rubbed in the crevices where her legs joined her body as his tongue continued slurping trough her wet cunt. Carol was dazed with lascivious delight, and she felt herself ready to scream. Still he continued lapping violently into her cunt, and even as he felt her second minor orgasm take hold of her, he continued lapping away, sucking strongly on her vibrating clitoris. Her next climax was a bit stronger, and she shook like an earthquake.
Silo began lapping even harder, and the result was an overpowering spasm threatening to make the sturdy bed collapse as Carol's thighs squeezed against Silo's face until he thought his jawbone would crack.
"No more," she begged, rolling off. "No more. I need a rest. I couldn't take another shot in my cunt right now." Tongue or cock, Carol's pussy needed a temporary rest, but Silo still needed to come. He threw her back onto the bed and got up. As she spun to her knees to rise, he grabbed her ass and pulled it toward his aching cock. She instinctively knew what he intended, and all but screamed, "No, Mark, no! Not that!" But Silo wasn't to be put off any longer. Even though she tightened her asscheeks, he began slapping them hard, telling her, "Loosen up, baby! Loosen up right now or I'll go on beating your ass black and blue!" At first she found it difficult to obey. There was a choice between the pain she was feeling or the pain she knew she would feel once he began his penetration of her ass. But the pain of his hand slapping her ass was the more real pain at that moment, and so she reluctantly relaxed her asscheeks, feeling his solid cock already parting them as it sought her puckered asshole. Again and again she tightened as she felt the cock probe for her asshole, and each time her cheeks squeezed shut, Silo slapped her ass again.
Nobody's fool when it came to sexual arousal, Silo began reaching down and rubbing her pearly clit with his finger, making her more responsive until she begged him to take the finger away, her clit already being oversensitive from the tonguing it had recently received. Meanwhile, the heavy head of his massive prick had finally found the entrance to her ass and slowly began pushing.
It took a long time. At first there was no hint of penetration. As he tried ever harder, he felt his hard cock leaking more and more lubrication, and the slippery liquid began coating his hard knob. And then at one point Carol relaxed even more than she'd intended, and the point of his burning prick moved into her ass. She jumped and tried pulling away, but his hands on her hips held her tightly in place, feeling the wonderful, squeezing sensation surround the very point of his eager cock..
Silo pushed a little more, and Carol jumped. as she felt more of his cock push its way into her tight ass, causing her sphincter to stretch. It hurt, but only a little at that point. Finally the entire head was inside, and for a moment Carol thought that was as far as he intended going. But with his knob fully buried, Silo suddenly reared back and shot the full length of his steaming cock into her tight, squeezing asshole.
Unimaginable pain roared through the tight canal of her ass, racing with the full, thick, throbbing length of his hard, quivering cock as it widened her shit chute. It made Carol leap and try to pull away, but she was securely speared by his hot puking cock wedged deeply into her squeezing ass, caasing more pain than she had ever imagined possible.
"Son of a bitch!" she screamed, no longer fearful of being heard by neighbors. "It hurts, goddamn you, it hurts! Pull it out of me, pull it out, now!" "Not a chance," he whispered back, using his hands to lock her asscheeks against his hard, hairy thighs.
The sensation was delicious as far as Silo was concerned. Her ass had a tightness running the full length of his inserted cock that made him thrill and tremble. Because he had plunged in so deeply, so quickly, she had involuntarily tightened her ass muscles around his implanted shaft, making the feeling that much better. Her sphincter, much against her will, was actually sucking him in.
He rotated the shaft of his solid cock around and around inside her ass channel, and she muttered through gritted teeth, "Pull it out, you bastard, you're ripping me to shreds in there!" But Silo merely smiled and withdrew his cock until only the head remained encased in her tight rectal interior. Then he rammed it in again, making her scream once more as searing pain made its way through her ass. She began to alternately curse and plead, but Silo paid no attention, ramming hard prick. in and out with rapidly increasing speed, while shortening the strokes to create even more friction.
Silo's hands gripped her hips unrelentingly as his thighs pounded with ever-increasing vigor against the mounds of her bouncy ass. Goddamn her, he'd teach her to tease him. She had to learn to welcome him whenever he showed up, forgetting about the pretense of trying to fend him off until he forced her to fuck.
Now her ass passageway was beginning to widen and accommodate itself to the cock relentlessly being run in and out of her. Carol realized the pain was fading, just as it had faded the first time a cock had been rammed up her cunt. And like that first time, pleasure was beginning to infiltrate into the area the cock was pistoning into. Yes, she could feel it, a new and different kind of thrill was building, completely unlike the sensations in her over stimulated cunt. Without realizing it, she began matching his strokes with counter movements of her own as her screams of agony became pants of lust.
The crushing tightness of her asshole was driving Mark mad. Even though Carol was becoming used to the feel of his cock, her ass seemed to tighten itself more strongly around his plunging prick, strangling it in a narrower and narrower vise of feminine muscle. But the harder her ass squeezed, the greater was Silo's enjoyment, and he knew the only way his cock would leave her hole would be after it had expended its creamy wad. On the verge of erupting, he pulled his cock all the way back, then shoved it in deep, just as her ass tightened again, letting him know she was on the verge of experiencing her first anal orgasm. He couldn't stroke the cock into her any more, nor could he rotate it because of the crushing clasp of her burning tunnel. All he could do was stand there, his hard, hairy hips pressed against the firm roundness of her ass. He reached forward and grabbed the swell of her tits, letting his palms encase her solid nipples.
"You... uhhh... bastard," she squeaked, letting him know how close she was to coming.
"You lousy bastard, you've fucked my cunt. . . you've fucked my mouth . . . oooooh . . . and you weren't happy until you filled my asshole with that goddamn cock of yours. Oh Jesus! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I can feel it building in my ass!" And then her anal climax took hold of her and she began to shake and spasm wildly, tightening her ass channel even more, applying so much pressure to Silo's cock he was certain she would snap it right off at the base. The pleasure had become pain, and it was as excruciating to him as it was to her. And, as with her, pleasure and pain became one. He could feel the insistent push of jism chugging through the pipe in his cock until it finally spewed forth into the confines of her crushing shit chute, a blazing flood of fiery white man cream, gushing again and again, making her writhe, enhancing her own satisfaction that much more. Her ass loosened, and he began stroking again, fucking until he was certain he had expended every last drop of cum into her hot depths. He fell forward on top of her, and as she hit the bed, his cock came popping out.
Chapter Three
Jenna Murray was a tall girl. Her face was that of a sweet, young innocent, while Jenna was in reality far from innocent. She wasn't a nymphomaniac, because nymphomaniacs are always looking for someone to give them release, if not pleasure. Jenna always received the ultimate pleasure every time she put her nineteen-year-old body to use.
She had very large, upstanding tits which she carefully encased in a bra because she knew they'd bobble too much if allowed to dangle freely beneath the transparent blouses she always wore. Her narrow waist emphasized the roundness of her hips, which, in turn, accented the litheness of her loins.
Jenna and Mickey Conforte had been good friends for more than a year. Wanting to get away from the hunger of a certain college teacher who lived near her, Jenna had decided to spend the weekend with Mickey. It wasn't that she didn't like the man. She liked him very much. Hell, she had been the one to seduce him, discovering, much to her amazement, that he'd been a virgin, which was unusual considering his good looks. But then, Andrew Kane was a shy man, unable to approach girls as other men did. He was six feet tall, with curly brown hair, and he lived with his sister in the same apartment building as Jenna, who was already friendly with said sister.
They had met one Friday afternoon outside their building, where he had confessed to having forgotten his key. So he was waiting for his sister, who might not come home for hours. Jenna invited him to her apartment for tea, and he shyly accepted.
He joined her in the kitchen while she brewed the tea. She took cookies from a box in the refrigerator and wryly thought how amusing it was to completely disarm a man with cookies and tea, in essence getting "drunk" just as surely as if she'd plied another man with whiskey.
She poured the tea, watching beads of perspiration form on Andrew's brow. There was no doubt he would have loved to have propositioned her, but he didn't know the first thing about it. He had no idea of how to go about it, and had she approached him, he would have been too ashamed to accept. His mother had always taught him he was the man, and therefore he would have to make the first positive move. But Jenna intended prodding him a bit.
She excused herself, saying, "I want to be careful of this dress. I don't dare risk spilling anything on it. Will you excuse me while I change?" "Look, I can always go," Andrew told her, rising as she stood.
"No," she replied, gently placing her hands on his shoulders. "It's early yet, and I'd like to speak with you for a while." "About what?" Andrew asked.
"Your sister tells me you're a teacher. What is it you teach?" "Actually I'm only a substitute teacher," he blushed. "I'm only just starting now." "Well, when I return you can tell me all about what it is you teach." Before he could argue with her, she was gone. In a way he was glad she was changing. Her dress had been too provocative. How could he know it was supposed to be provocative? His sister had never told him Jenna was so hot, and tough almost anyone else might have guessed as much, Andrew was a totally naive man.
In less than five minutes Jenna returned to the kitchen, and what she was wearing was not only no improvement, but a lot worse. She had a black silk negligee. The silk covered her lower half, but above the waist it was all transparent black gauze, and there was nothing underneath.
Andrew stared, gazing at the way her tits swung so freely, pushing out against the filmy material. He could see the darkness of her nipples, both of which Jenna knew were erect, because she could feel the gauze rub them and tease them.
"Perhaps I'd better leave, after all," Andrew muttered, trying to stand.
This time Jenna didn't touch him. She merely stood. across from where he was sitting, posing provocatively, and saying, "I'd really like you to stay, Andrew." "But . . . the way you re dressed . A I mean "What, Andrew? I am completely dressed, aren't I?" "Well, yes, but . .
"Please stay, Andrew. Tell me about what you teach." Andrew felt the heat stirring in his groin. Up to this point he'd managed to keep himself under control. Though Jenna was the same age as his sister, she was a provocative woman. Perhaps it was because she was the same age as his sister that he found her so alluring. Deep down inside, Andrew had a passion for his sister.
Nice things had happened to Andrew that night, and Jenna, who had never before been satisfied with one man no matter how many climaxes she achieved, was more than satisfied with him. At last, she had found the one male capable of making her feel good inside, instead of giving her that sensation of a sexual release without love.
Things would have gone from good to better, and from better to best, had not Sammy, Andrew's fourteen-year-old brother, come home from military school. Sammy was as unlike Andrew as any male could be. He was aggressive, open, and given to talking too much. Jenna knew he was fooling around with a neighborhood girl named Cindy, who was only thirteen years old, though she had no idea just how far things had gone. Actually, she could not have cared less. Andrew was the one in whom she was interested.
So she was very irritated the day Sammy, who though he was fourteen was not much shorter than Andrew, came over to her and told her he had been outside on the fire escape the previous night, when she and Andrew had cavorted in her bed. And the price of his silence was a good fucking. What bothered Jenna was the thrill she felt at having heard what he said. She suddenly realized the liking she had for Andrew was extending itself to Sammy, and so agreed to let Sammy have his way with her, especially since he would soon be going back to military school. So she had brought him into her bedroom.
Sammy, for all his fooling around, was still a virgin. But that would soon be taken care of. Hell, it just wasn't right for him not to get fucked with Jenna so handy. It was true he had really fooled around a lot with Cindy. He had sucked her cunt, and she had sucked his cock. He had fingered her, front and rear, and she had jerked on his chain. But not once had she ever allowed him to fuck her. And her tiny asshole was too tight to be used. Hell, not that Cindy was bad at sucking cock, but Sammy wanted to feel what it was like to bury his cock in a cunt. He wanted to know the pleasure of hot, wet cunt-walls surrounding his meat. And he also wanted to fuck an asshole. He figured his brother must have sodomized the woman at least once. Besides, he wanted to know if all women were alike. He wanted to feel Jenna suck his cock, and see if it felt the same as when Cindy did it, or if it was better or worse.
Impulsively, Jenna put her arm around the boy's shoulders, and he shivered. He noticed she had been meaning to make an early night of it. Her bed was already turned down, and she was wearing an opaque nightgown, which was not what she'd had on the previous evening when he'd sneaked down the fire escape and peeked in her window. But what the heck, soon she'd be as naked as she was with Andrew, and he'd get what he wanted.
The boy's flesh was more than warm, it was hot. The very heat brought a stinging in her nipples, and of their own volition they began swelling. Oddly, there was no sense of guilt. Jenna thought she might feel certain pangs, but she didn't. She suddenly realized, she wanted this young boy every bit as much as she'd wanted, his brother. She was glad he'd discovered her with Andrew.
Once in the bedroom, standing near the bed, she held him tightly to her, pressing his face into her tits, and she could feel his open mouth running along the nylon material, looking for the bumps made by her enlarging nipples. A tingle in her boobs moved quickly outward, traveling down into her already burning cunt.
"You must have a nice little pecker," she said, smiling.
"It isn't so little," he replied. "Maybe it isn't as big as Andrew's, yet, but it's still big enough." "I'll have to have a look and see for myself," she told him.
Her hand was pressing against his chest, and she was pleased he was as aroused as she. She could feel the thud of his heart. Her own heart was pounding at the thought of playing with the boy's cock and balls.
"Would you care for some soda first?" she asked, cruelly teasing him just a little.
"Heck, no!" he responded, looking about the bedroom. Like his sister's, this room had a woman's touch about it. It had a soft, perfumed smell, and Sammy didn't mind admitting to himself that he liked it.
Suddenly he realized she had undone his pants and, along with his under shorts, had pulled them down. His cock stuck nakedly up, lancing the open aim Jenna's breath caught in her throat. It was a large one, all right. Especially when one considered it was attached to a young, growing boy. He had to lift his legs one at a time to let his pants and under shorts fall to the floor, and as he did so, Jenna had a good look at his balls. They weren't as large as Andrew's but they were larger than those of many boys she'd known. Oh, he was going to be hung better than a bull once he was full grown.
They lay on the bed together, and she clasped his young, lean body to hers, holding him tightly, kissing his face. When he tried jabbing his tongue m her ear, she held his head firmly in place and began kissing his lips while letting her other hand run up and down between his already aching thighs.
Her hand purposely did not touch his man-sized prick, lightly caressing his inner thighs and rubbing his firm belly. He tried pushing his body against her, attempting to press his cock head into her belly, but she skillfully backed away and continued teasing him.
When she saw he couldn't take the teasing any longer, she allowed her fingertips to graze the tip of his throbbing cock. The instant she touched the umbrella like tip, it began twitching wildly from side to side.
For Sammy, Jenna was a wild experience, all right.' He had thought she might reluctantly give in, allowing him to poke his cock between her thighs, just to get it over with. But no, she was enjoying it as much as he, and she was playing with him in a way Cindy never had.
"Let's elevate you a little," she murmured into his ear, each word striking his eardrum like a thunderbolt. Her voice sounded . as excited to him as he felt, and he quickly raised his ass to allow her to stuff a pillow underneath. Like a huge boom, his cock swung wildly about, almost stretched out of its skin.
"Now let's see what you're really made of," she said, her fingers encircling the fleshy pole of his hot cock. Then she said, "What a beautiful cock. What an absolutely marvelous prick." Her thumb and forefinger pr6ssed the shiny dome tightly, and the lubricant caused her fingers to slide all the way down to the base.
"Wow!" was all Sammy could say, his eyes tightly shut.
Then Jenna's lips were on his, while her hand gripped his flaming cock tightly, and for an instant Sammy was afraid he'd blast off. But he regained control of himself, even as the woman's tongue swirled through his mouth.
"You like this, don't you?" she asked, and all he could do was nod.
"I know Andrew used to play with himself a lot," she murmured. "Do you?"
"N-No," he answered, shaking his head. "I've found some girls who are willing to play around, though none of 'em are as good as YOU." I should hope not, Jenna thought to herself, and then gasped as she felt his hand cup her tit and tighten around it, pressing the cloth of her nightgown against her.
"I see I'm dealing with a man of experience," she said, smiling. "Obviously you want me to remove my nightgown so you can touch my bare body." "Mmmm... yeah," was all Sammy could reply, and his hands were already tugging on the cloth, puffing it up.
"Wait," she cautioned. "Don't tear the material." Deep inside her own sensations were mounting higher and higher. She released his cock just long enough to pull the nightgown off, after which she quickly grabbed hold of it, as if afraid she might actually lose it.
"Golly, those are beautiful tits," he mumbled. "I thought so the other night when I was staring at them from outside, but up close they're even nicer. Can I play with them?" "They're all yours," Jenna smiled.
His fingers gripped her nipples so tightly for a moment she was afraid he might pull them off. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, and his entire body seemed on the verge of erupting as her palm caressed his balls.
"Easy," she cautioned. "Nice and easy." He heard her as if from a long way off he was so engrossed in touching her. Still, he heeded her voice and began lightly caressing her nipples, feeling their leathery sponginess as his palms moved back and forth again and again, feeling the way they tickled him.
"That's good," Jenna assured him. "That's the right way to do it." The boy was good. He was so good in the way he was now caressing her tits, Jenna was surprised. Who would have thought an inexperienced fourteen-year-old could be so adept at touching her.
Her palm pressed harder on his scrotum, tightening around it, feeling his balls throb inside. They were pressing one against the other, and it was difficult for her to distinguish one ball from the other. The harder she squeezed, the louder he moaned, but it was a sound of pure ecstasy. She could tell by the way his eyes were squeezed shut plus the fact that his thighs opened all the wider to allow her a better hold. He knew, all right. He really knew. Hell, he knew more than his brother, and Jenna had been teaching Andrew so well she knew he would shortly surpass most of the other boys she'd known, despite their having so much more experience. Yet this young teenager seemed to know everything without her having to teach him.
His knowing fingers were carefully rubbing her tits, pressing her sensitive nipples harder and harder. She saw his eyes open and lock on her left nipple. His mouth was opening and closing, and he was licking his lips. Her tawny-colored nipples were now completely hard, both pointing at him like a pair of accusing fingers. And then, all of a sudden, he leaned forward and slowly took the left nipple between his lips, lightly playing with it, letting his tongue rub across its firm tip. His teeth lightly rubbed the soft flesh of the pointing nipple, taking great care to taste- her deliciously clean flesh.
For such a young boy he was more than a little knowledgeable. Jenna's eyes were locked on the boy's mouth as it nursed hungrily at her tit, while she felt his fingers playing wildly with her other nipple. Blazing sensation moved trough her, shooting from her tits straight down to the sopping slot of her cunt. His hand continually squeezed her right tit, pressing the turgid nipple, making it remain fully swollen and ultra sensitive. She even had a small climax, and allowed herself to thoroughly enjoy it.
Her hand was no longer rubbing his balls but was now gripping his upstanding cock. She squeezed the cock tightly, and felt him slide his hips back and forth, moving his solid meat through her fist as easily as if it were the cunt for which he was longing.
"Slow down," she gasped as his tongue slid across the expanded bud of her nipple, driving her wild with feeling.
His mouth was opening wider, and he was sucking in more and more of her tit. She could feel her nipple pressing against the back of his palate and it drove her into frenetic writhings.
Looking down, Jenna could see his youthful prick surging back and forth in her fist, its purple head jutting up and down. For so small a boy he had a very large cock, she thought again. When he grew to full size Jenna knew his prick would be the envy of all his friends.
His mouth began hurting her nipple. She couldn't take the suction, and finally managed to pull the sensitive tit from his eager lips. The hand which she'd used to clutch his ass was now free and she was pressing it firmly against his chest. The other hand continued manipulating his beautiful cock, but more slowly as she attempted to calm him before he shot prematurely. He was breathing heavily, his chest pushing back against the hand pressing on it.
"My, but you are anxious," she smiled. "You seem to know a jot more than most boys your age.
Now both his hands were clutching her pro tuberant tits, his thumbs and fingers working swiftly to keep her highly aroused. Jenna loved it, even if his fingers were really no match for his tongue and lips.
"Take your time," she told him. "We want to enjoy this for a long time, and not let things happen too quickly." She leaned over him and slowly brought her lips down on his. She gasped with surprise when his tongue probed between her lips as his hand sank into the hairy swamp of her cunt.
"You really do know a lot," she muttered, and kissed him all the harder, raising her body slightly so his fingers could rub her slick cuntlips all the better. Excitement battered its way through her shuddering body. "So you want to feel a big girl's cunt, eh?" she smiled, parting her thighs to make things easier. "Go right ahead, but slowly, very slowly. Don't force your fingers into me. Make sure I'm wet enough down there first. That's the way." In his desire to please Jenna, Sammy was moving more slowly and carefully than before, taking some of the edge off the pleasure he had been imparting. Now, when Jenna was ready to roar ahead at full steam, he was easing up. Her boobs swelled and jutted, burning inside.
Staring at Sammy's purple-headed cock, she watched the way it was pouring out heavy doses of slippery lubricant, coating her jerking fist. His hips had picked up speed again, and his hand, thrusting into her hot, wet cunt was matching the rhythm.
He already had one finger deeply embedded into her blistering cunt. Now he tentatively slid a second finger in. When he finally pushed the third finger into her there was no resistance whatsoever. His fingers moved back and forth easily, and he was ready to slip his pinky in. Jenna felt his thumb reaching up for, and rubbing, her clitoris, and for a moment she thought of herself as a virgin girl first discovering the joys of sex. His youth seemed to rejuvenate her and make all the old things new and wonderful again.
Falling back on the bed, she released his cock, and with her hands on his waist pulled him over and on top of her. Her thighs were wide open and she pulled his hand out of her cunt, hauling him into the proper position, and Sammy knew it was time. He was going in, at last. He was going to discover the wonder of a hot cunt. Now he would finally see how good it was and no longer have to depend on what he heard from others or read in books, or even saw, peeping in windows. This was it. This was the supreme moment for which he had waited so long.
He felt her anxious, practiced thighs surround him as her eager hand reached down and grabbed his hot cock, guiding it to the sopping slit. He wriggled anxiously, then contained himself for an instant as she placed the burning point between her slavering cuntlips. She was moaning, as ecstatic as he but he didn't notice her excitement. He was too tied up in his own feelings. He remained stock-still for the moment, unsure of what to do next. But Jenna knew what needed to be done, and wasted no time.
Reaching forward with both hands, she cupped his asscheeks, and then pulled him forward hard. His hard cock slithered right into her sucking hole. He slid in right up to the hilt, feeling his pelvis slam right into her hairy thatch.
It felt good. It felt fantastic. It felt wonderful. It was a totally unbelievable experience. Mere words could not begin to justly describe how unbelievably marvelous her clutching cunt felt surrounding his blisteringly hot cock. The boy was ecstatic.
It had a lance of pure, unadulterated lust spearing into her desire-filled cunt. Jenna's inner elasticity adjusted to him, closing around his pronging prick.
"You wanted to fuck me," she whispered hoarsely. "Now fuck!" And fuck he did. He reared back and plunged his burning cock in again, slamming it all the way in, pulling back, slamming in, rearing back.
"That's the way," Jenna told him, urging him on, moving her own hips in syncopation, listening to the slurping sounds of her cuntal maw continually swallowing and reswallowing his lancing cock. "Fantastic," she murmured. "My God! You're really good! Oh Sammy, fuck me!" Her head fell back on the pillow, her eyes wide open as she stared at his eager-to-please, youthful face. Her hair billowed around her head like a. dark halo, making him think of her as his own, personal angel.
Her thighs parted, ten came around, encircling his waist, locking him inside her bouncing body. Her heels were kicking his buns and it seemed to urge him on to even greater speed.
"Jenna," he murmured. "I think ... I. . . love ...you.
"Yes," she nodded, "and I want you to keep on loving me this way, sweet Sammy." He was ramming his rigid cock deep into the blazing cauldron of her cunt, and with each forward stroke he realized the feeling was getting even better, if such a thing were possible. With each backward movement the tingling was building higher. He was in a delightful universe all his own, surrounded by two lush thighs, held tightly by them, bound by them, feeling the whirlpool between them sucking him down deeper and deeper. The heat in him rose higher and higher, and he knew if relief didn't come soon, his entire body would erupt. His knees were jammed against her bouncing ass now, and he could feel her hairy hedge scrub his pelvis on each in stroke.
Nothing in the world compared to fucking. Blowjobs were good, in their place, as an alternative to an occasional cunt, but there was nothing like fucking. True, the cunt didn't have a tongue, but the tight fit of the cock inside more than made up for it.
And now that he was enjoying Jenna's hot cunt, Sammy knew he could never go back to simply jerking off. In fact, now that he was fucking Jenna, he began to first understand he was using her as a sort of sister substitute. In a way, sinful as it sounded, he wanted to fuck his own sister. Yes, deep down that was it. That was what he'd wanted for as long as he'd known of the reasons for the existence of cunt and cock. He wanted to bury his meat in his lovely, red-headed sister's mint. And he had a desire to see his sister's mouth completely stuffed with his hard cock, the same cock now mercilessly slamming its way into Jenna.
He was about to come. And what a come it would be. Only once before had he come this strongly, and that was the first time Cindy had sucked him off. His face sank to her tits and his mouth filled with her right boob as he began firing heavy wads of cum into Jenna's tight, crushing cunt. The heated jism, blasting its way into her womb, set Jenna off, and she began having one uncontrollable spasm after another, having more than a dozen climaxes, each one bigger than the previous one.
And then they fell asleep.
Jenna knew she would never be able to carry on with both brothers for any length of time. She also knew Andrew's discovery of her with Sammy would mean her loss of Andrew forever. And since Andrew was the only male of manageable age to give her a sense of security while fucking her
(Sammy imparted the same sense, but he was nowhere near marriageable), she had to get away and wait until Sammy returned to military school, which he would be doing Sunday evening. She had sworn him to secrecy with the hint of more sex to come when he returned from school, should he remain quiet. She knew if she married Andrew in the interim, Sammy, hot-blooded as he was, would have the good sense to stay away from her. It was especially true considering how many girls he would probably have chasing him once he got back.
Jenna had met Mickey the previous summer, and the two girls had corresponded. Jenna had learned Mickey was a virgin that previous summer, and said nothing to hint she herself was not. Now, on her way to Mickey's for the weekend, she was more than content to accept what she believed would be a sexless weekend.
And Mickey, leaving the office after work, thinking Jenna was as virginal as she had been previously, thought the weekend a good chance to relax. Since her encounter with Joe Orgiurio, Mickey had fucked six other men, and she realized fucking just wasn't what she had believed it would be. Orgiurio had been the best of the lot, making her curse her own stupidity for being turned off by him, afterward. She could never approach him again. Perhaps it was just as well. He was strictly a cunt man, incapable of falling in love, and Mickey knew she could fall in love with him' very easily.
Chapter Four
Mickey's parents and brothers had gone away that weekend, leaving enough food to tide Mickey over. To be on the safe side, Mickey went shopping before going home and brought in enough food to provision a small army for a week. She had just finished putting everything away when her doorbell rang.
Going to the door, she was surprised to see Jenna, whom she hadn't expected for at least another twenty-four hours.
"You don't mind that I'm early, do you?" the dark-haired girl asked, stepping in and shutting the door behind her. "I mean, I hope I'm not screwing up your Friday evening or anything." Jenna was wearing a two-piece blue outfit with a white, see-through blouse. Mickey admired the way her bra-encased tits stood up firmly. Mickey's were smaller, but rounder and more in proportion with her figure. Though Jenna was taller than Mickey, her tits were so large, they were way out of proportion, and they were the first thing anyone looking at her noticed.
"I was just going to wash my hair," Mickey smiled, gesturing Jenna into the living room.
At the mention of her hair, Mickey saw Jenna 's eyes linger on the blaze of bright red so carefully combed and set on her head. Jenna was thinking of another redhead, the sister of Andrew and Sammy, and instantly thought of the brothers, as well. No, no, she had to erase them from her mind, at least for the weekend.
"No date for the evening?" Jenna asked, staring at the way Mickey's skirt hugged her figure.
Jenna had always had an urge to swing with another female, though not truly a lesbian. She had once analyzed herself and decided she was bisexual, willing to play with either sex. Though she had never really done anything with other girls beyond one unsatisfactory high school experience, she still wanted to try again, and she realized before the weekend was over, if Mickey was willing, the two of them would swing together.
Mickey was unaware of what Jenna was thinking. Swinging with a member of her own sex had never occurred to her. She chatted on about their previous summer together and went into the kitchen with Jenna behind her. Between them, they prepared a. tasty enough supper, after which they returned to the living room and watched some TV, occasionally talking, since what they were watching wasn't holding their interest.
At ten o'clock Mickey decided it was time to wash her hair and take a shower. Jenna asked if she could join her. Mickey nodded, thinking there was nothing really odd about the request.
Mickey had a spare bed in her bedroom which was where Jenna would be sleeping. They went upstairs to Mickey's bedroom and undressed together. Though a little uncomfortable with Jenna 's eyes on her, Mickey could not help but admire the other girl's figure.
Together they entered the bathroom and stepped into the tub shower, after making certain the temperature of the water was correct. Each washed the other's back, and it was at this time that Mickey noticed Jenna's fingers lingering around her asscheeks. At first she dismissed it as imagination and proceeded to let her hair get soaked. It was while she was bent forward under the stream of cascading water that she felt Jenna's fingers reach into her crotch. Bent over, helpless as she was, she tried washing the shampoo out of her hair quickly, but got some of it in her eyes. And all the while she was bent forward, feeling the effect of Jenna's manipulating fingers in her cunt. She could feel herself automatically responding, and realized there was a difference between the heavy hands of the various males who had played with her cunt and the gentle touch of the girl showering with her now. Jenna's fingers were a new experience, and by the time she had managed to get the soap out of her eyes, Mickey found herself trapped by the wanton urges building inside her cunt. Instead of questioning what Jenna was doing, she leaned against the tiles in front of her and continued enjoying the sensations being imparted by the other girl.
"Are you still a virgin?" Jenna whispered.
"No," Mickey admitted, her hips rotating as the luxurious sensations in her cunt continued. "Are you?" "No," Jenna told her, neglecting to mention she hadn't been virginal the previous summer when they'd first met. "Do you like what I'm doing?" "Yeah," Mickey nodded. "I guess this makes me a lez." "Why?" Jenna chided. "Just because you enjoy the feeling of fingers in your crotch? Can your aunt tell male fingers from female fingers? If I sucked on your tits while your eyes were closed could you tell whether you were feeling a man's or a woman's mouth? You like to come, Mickey. So do I. What does it matter how you come as long as you do?" Sighing, Mickey admitted the truth of Jenna 's statement. She turned off the shower and both girls stepped out. They took turns drying one another off, then Mickey wrapped a towel around her hair. Together they went back to Mickey's bedroom. Neither girl bothered getting dressed. They sat side by side on the bed, and Mickey, who was hotter than the proverbial two-dollar pistol, said, "What you did was nice, but I sure could use a man right now to finish me off." "We don't need men," Jenna told her, going to her overnight bag and bringing out a heavy rubber dildo with batteries inside to make it vibrate. "Look at this." "That's a big monstrosity," Mickey told her. "I've never had anything that big inside me. I don't even know if it'd fit." Jenna switched the fake cock on and it began vibrating. She lay back with her head against the wall and opened her thighs, letting Mickey see the dark-brown patch surrounding her puffy cuntal split. Lubricant was already leaking from between the two fleshy cuntlips. Jenna placed the buzzing dildo against her right thigh and let it slowly work its way up toward her dripping cunt. Mickey could see the other woman was watering heavily, which made her own cunt-juices flow that much faster. Unconsciously she tucked her fingers between her thighs and began playing with her extended clitoris.
"It feels . . . very nice," Jenna whispered when the bulging head of the hard rubber cock began moving up and down against her soaking cuntal slot.
"Whoever thought using an artificial cock would be any fun?" Mickey said, still staring, hungering for the feel of something thick and heavy in her own anxious cunt.
The buzzing cock like piece of rubber was barely inside Jenna's leaking cunt and her ass was bouncing wildly on the bed. And then half the head of the phony prick was buried in her cunt and her ass was vibrating on the bed in time to the buzzing of the vibrator.
"Oh, this is heavenly," Jenna told her.
"Can I try it?" Mickey asked, almost timidly, hungry now to feel that hard cock between her own cuntlips.
Jenna sighed, her eyes glassy as her mind floated into another world. "Ooooh, aaah, yesss, oh yes, oh yesss!" Her head was banging against the wall as her teeth sank into her lower lip.
"My God!" Mickey muttered. "You're coming! You're really coming!" Jenna's entire body tightened, her asscheeks wildly bouncing, her toes curling and her heels digging into the mattress as the dildo began sliding farther and farther into her. The slick lips of her dribbling cunt were opening wider and wider to admit the thickness of the artificial cock until the ring of her cuntal mouth was stretched to its limit.
"Jesus, it's so big!" Jenna murmured. Her asscheeks were tightening and loosening, and she wanted to fling her arms around something, but she needed one hand to keep the dildo in motion.
Mickey, seeing and sensing the need in her friend, reached out and touched the dildo for the first time, feeling the wild sensation of its vibrating. Jenna pulled the other girl closer so she could wrap her arms around her, her bare tummy sucking in and popping out in a wild rhythmic motion as Mickey pushed the dildo back and forth automatically.
Mickey could feel the other girl's slick, wet juices covering her hand as they ran down the artificial cock, but she in no way felt repulsed. On the contrary, the slick sensation of the other girl's cunt-juices only served to get her hotter.
Mickey moved the dildo in and out, hearing it squish inside her friend's cunt. When she got it all the way in, she could feel the thick curls of Jenna's generously covered mound rub against her hand and fingers.
Jenna released Mickey and once more fell back with her head hitting the wall. Mickey stared down at the other girl's tanned thighs, seeing the pinkness of the dildo as it slid in and out, glistening with Jenna's slimy liquid. She could see the way the other girl's ass crack was so tight as to be almost invisible, and all the while she worked the full length of the heavy piece of vibrating rubber in and out, in and out of her friend's cunt.
.Jenna's legs reached up high into the air, changing her position so she could appreciate the full length of the dildo even more as its thickness continued stretching her sopping cavern. She had the hard, long shaft of it buried completely within her cunt. Her body rotated wildly as her asscheeks tightened even more and the girl experienced an explosive orgasm.
Jenna reached out and grabbed Mickey's neck, pulling the red-headed girl toward her body. She pressed her face against her left tit, the eager, stiff, protruding nipple quivering in anticipation. Her thighs locked together so tightly that the dildo was trapped inside her, along with Mickey's hand.
Mickey was unaware of what Jenna wanted at first, but being turned on herself, she automatically opened her mouth and tasted the other girl's tit, letting her tongue race across the hard, elastic nipple while she sucked voraciously. It was the final catalyst needed to send Jenna spinning off into ecstasy. With her thighs still clamped together, she began rolling from side to side, her taut belly contracting and spasming as she alternately gasped and sighed.
Even with her hand gripped by Jenna's thighs, Mickey managed to continue working the dildo in and out to some extent, and soon the sheets beneath were a sodden mass of cunt-juice.
Mickey wondered just how much Jenna could take. She moved the dildo faster with her fingers, feeling the clench of Jenna's thighs become even tighter. Jenna was insane with delight. Her mouth was wide open as she panted her final satisfaction, suddenly going limp.
Obediently, Mickey withdrew the hard piece of rubber, leaving a dark, empty hole rimmed with blood-red tissue above two round asscheeks, both of which were now completely relaxed to where the pucker of her asshole could be seen.
"That was one hell of an orgasm," Mickey whispered. "I've never been able to come like that. Is the dildo really better than a man?" "Heck, no," Jenna replied, out of breath. "Orgasms are something that get better as time goes by. In the beginning they're not much, but after you've had enough of them they get better. Heck, this one with the dildo was noting compared to when I have a real man shagging it tome." "I'd like to try it," Mickey whispered, holding up the still-vibrating dildo.
She lay back on the bed, opening her thighs, letting Jenna see the slit of her cunt, the cunt Jenna had aroused in the shower. Jenna had to admit to herself she liked the sight of Mickey's cunt and ass as much as she did her own. She had nice, full asscheeks, and the red hair surrounding the perfect swell of Mickey's cuntlips made them just different enough to be all the more appreciated by the dark-haired girl. The sight of the fiery halo around Mickey's perfect little cunt made Jenna hot all over again.
"I could really use a man's cock inside me now," Jenna whispered.
Mickey was oblivious to what Jenna was saying, now pressing the quivering head of the dildo against her own leaking slit. She lay back with her thighs up in the air, using her left hand to pull her left thigh so her cuntlips would be tat much better spread. Then she slowly brought the shaking piece of hard rubber close to her cunt. She closed her eyes as she began to push the massive artificial cock into herself and she began fantasizing. Oddly, she found herself daydreaming about Joe Orgiurio, wishing the thing she was trying to inch into her cunt was his solid cock and not some piece of rubber. She remembered how brightly Orgiurio's cockhead seemed to shine, as if glistening in anticipation of entering her. As she moved the slippery dome up and down through her cuntal crack, she imagined Orgiurio's cock doing the same thing. Somehow she seemed to enjoy it more when pretending it was real.
Now the heavy cock was sliding between the yielding lips of her cunt, and though it was thicker than anything else she'd ever taken, Mickey found herself able to handle it. Her cunt was stretching wide enough to accept the full thickness of it while pussy-juice continued flooding out of her, adding itself to Jenna's secretions still covering the dildo.
And then it was in, inching its way trough her tight, squeezing canal, sliding through because of her wetness while forcing her cunt open to a width it had never before known.
Mickey felt her thumb touch her tingling clit, and it sent chilling sparks through her. The dildo was sliding in and out with nearly the same ease as a real cock, and Mickey was enjoying it almost as much, conjuring up an image of Orgiurio above her, his weight adding imagined pressure to the dildo while the unreal nearness of him made her nostrils quiver.
Jenna, coming out of her own dream world, stared at the way Mickey's eyes glistened. She realized the girl neither saw nor heard anything going on around her, just as she, Jenna, hadn't seen or heard anything around her when she'd been working the dildo in and out of her cunt. No, she hadn't been working the dildo in and out, Mickey had done it for her. It was only right for her to return the favor.
Moving to the side of the bed, resting her ample tits on the sodden sheets, Jenna reached up and began rubbing Mickey's perfect, apple-shaped knobs. At the touch of fingers on her nipples Mickey began to bounce and twist, slamming her hips back against the wall, then reversing them and letting her cunt ride back and forth as it surrounded the shaft of the artificial cock. The sight of the girl, humping herself longingly on the solid mass of rubber, aroused Jenna even more. If she couldn't use the dildo on herself at the moment, she would use it to hasten Mickey's climax, and then maybe she could have it again.
Keeping one hand on Mickey's tit, she got up on her knees, reached down, and replaced Mickey's hand with her own on the dildo. Gently, she moved the artificial cock through the redhead's tight, sloshing cunt.
"Shove it in there," Mickey whimpered, caught up in the fucking spell of the rubber prick, her slender thighs closing around the plunging shaft.
Jenna pushed the dildo in harder and faster, while her other hand rubbed and massaged the other girl's nipples. Mickey responded by shuddering with a minor orgasm. She was used to having many small ones before building up to the big one. And in her mind she could still see Joe Orgiurio on top of her, reaming her cunt thoroughly while his solid, masculine hand pressed on the throbbing nipples of her perfect tits. The second climax was already building inside her, and she hoped it would be an all-consuming one. The closest thing she'd ever had to the kind of climax she'd wanted was that first come with Orgiurio. Perhaps that was why she continually daydreamed about him. And perhaps it was because of these daydreams that she ignored him in real life, knowing the power he might gain over her if she let it happen. Hell, he'd had a lot of cunts in his lifetime, it was only right she experience her share of cocks before settling down with one.
This was going to be a big climax, she could tell. It might not have the power of the one she'd enjoyed with Joe, but it was going to be a biggie. She could feel it moving up inside her, starting at a crawl and then speeding up, swelling from the hot, slithery depths of her creaming cunt and welling up and out into the rest of her body, spreading to her farthest extremities.
"Yes, yes," Mickey murmured. "I can feet it coming! Yes!" Jenna speeded up the plunging of the thick, rubbery rod, feeling Mickey's vibrations match those of the shivering dildo. And she could feel the sensuous heaviness of her own tits, the nipples once again erect and begging to be touched and sucked. What she would have given for a real man at that moment! Mickey began bucking wildly, her hands pressing around Jenna's hand, pushing the dildo into her cunt to the utmost as she churned her body around it in a circular motion. She was in a series of wild throes and could no longer stand to have the fake cock in her cunt, and so she begged Jenna to pull it out. Jenna responded by yanking it out with a loud "pop", and then touching the tip of it to Mickey's oversensitive clitoris.
"Jesus God!" Mickey exclaimed, and bounced so high off the bed she slammed her head against the wall as she came down.
She tried puffing away from the vibrating hardness of the solid rubber cock, but each time she pulled back, Jenna followed her with her hand. She tried turning away, but Jenna took her other hand off Mickey's lush tit and gripped her thigh, forcing it to remain open while she continued pressing the vibrating dildo against the overly sensitive nubbin of the girl's cit.
"No more!" Mickey begged. "No more!" Turning off the dildo, Jenna threw it off to the floor and began rubbing her fingers against Mickey's clit. Then she slipped the fingers, three of them, deep into Mickey's slavering cunt, letting her thumb come to rest on the clit. Mickey sat up and hugged Jenna tightly to her, still keeping her thighs apart so the other girl's hand could move freely in her cunt.
"I'm going crazy," she whispered. "I'm going insane." "Just one more," Jenna whispered. "One more orgasm and you can rest while you bring me off." "Suck me off," Mickey begged. "Only one guy ever did that for me," she whispered, once more thinking of Orgiurio. "Suck me off good!" "Sure, baby, sure," Jenna whispered, easing her fingers out of the other girl's twat, "if you're willing to make it a sixty-nine, a double cunt lap." "I never.
"Neither did I," Jenna whispered, "but if the guys do it and love it, there's no reason why you and I can't love it." "I never thought of it that way," Mickey nodded. "I guess it'll be all right."
"You'll love it as much as you do cocksucking." "I had to be forced to do that the first time," Mickey said. "But once I got started I loved it." "Sure you did," Jenna nodded. "So let's learn to like this, too. Okay?" Mickey lay on the bed letting her head rest on the pillow, and Jenna straddled her. Mickey reached up and parted the dark forest of hair and stared at the juicy, pink, dripping cuntlips just above her mouth. Then, without thinking, she grabbed Jenna's thighs and pulled her down, letting her tongue slide between the juicy cuntlips. The taste of the salty cunt-water made her suck all the more strongly as she ran her tongue back and forth through the seeping crack.
Jenna wasted no time, seeing Mickey getting into the swing of things. She plunged her face straight down into the bright-red beaver, letting her own tongue lap through the luscious pink split. The thighs of the red-headed girl automatically closed, locking Jenna's head in place.
Mickey, while voraciously licking through Jenna's cunt, stared up at the smooth, tanned asscheeks above her, noticing how the pouting cuntlips parted eagerly as her tongue knifed through them. But even as she licked the slick membranes of the other girl's hot cunt, she felt the burning delight of Jenna's licking tongue. It made her wild and she squeezed her thighs all the more tightly, noting the way Jenna lowered her cunt all the way onto her face now, allowing her lips as well as her tongue to taste the rich, red meat. The taste was very musky, but she had to admit she liked it. With the full weight of Jenna on her face, Mickey was able to wiggle her tongue circularly through the other woman's seething cunt, and then she let it flick in and out with the speed of a striking snake.
The more Mickey lapped at Jenna's burning hole, the faster Jenna ate out Mickey's anxious cunt. It sent minor shock waves through Mickey's entire body. The sensation was almost as good as that first time, when Joe Orgiurio had introduced her to having her cunt lapped. But Orgiurio seemed to have a more knowing tongue, and he had lapped more authoritatively. Jenna had admitted this was her first time at cuntlapping, so all things considered, she was doing a damn good job. And Mickey, in order to show how much she appreciated how well Jenna was eating her, moved her own tongue through the other girl's sopping cunt at a faster rate, drinking the continuing flow of her pussy-water.
Jenna's tongue became a flicking sword, knifing in and out of Mickey's musky cunt, touching each inner wall in turn, making the red-headed girl want to scream. Only the fact that her mouth was so full of Jenna's cunt kept her from making sounds other than those of pure animalistic enjoyment.
Now Mickey's tongue found the quivering, blood-filled clit of the dark-haired girl and began licking it with the same precision with which she had lapped the inner cave moments before. Jenna's reaction was to tighten her thighs around Mickey's head and press her loins to the other girl's cheeks. And when Mickey's lips compressed around the tiny, cock like extension, and her head bobbed back and forth, massaging it with her lips the way she had sucked on Orgiurio's cock, Jenna began bucking wildly, throwing her full weight onto Mickey.
A continuous line of electrical current seemed to shoot through Jenna's body. She trembled and bounced, pressing her body against Mickey's, shoving her face deeper into the redhead's humid cunt, letting her tongue sluice through the dribbling pink crack again and again. When she finally found Mickey's throbbing clitoris, she began chewing on it, and it was Mickey's turn to wrap her thighs around the other girl's head, gripping her skull in a crushing embrace.
Locked together that way, each began bringing on the other's climax, rolling and thrashing together on the bed. Each lapped hungrily, as anxious to make the other girl come as she was to come herself. Neither heard or saw or cared about anything else.
Chapter Five
"This is gonna be the mast memorable night of our lives," Joe Orgiurio said to Mark Silo as the two men walked from the railroad station a half-mile away.
"Mickey'll probably remember it, too," Silo pointed out. "I still think we should wear masks or something." "The minute Mickey sees my cock she'll know who I am," Orgiurio told him. "And she knows you're my closest buddy, so she won't have any trouble figuring out who you are. Christ, man! Stop worrying! I'm telling you, once we start sticking it to her, she'll be more than grateful and she'll forget about it starting out as a rape." "So then aside from a good fucking, what'll you be getting out of all this?" Silo wanted to know.
"Revenge, Mark, revenge. You see, by the time we're finished with that red-headed cunt, she'll be so hot for us, shell come begging for more whenever she sees us, and neither you nor I will oblige. This way it'll be us who're throwing her over, rather than her doing the heave-ho bit."
"Fine with me," Silo shrugged, thinking about that afternoon when he'd finished sticking it to Carol Warner, and how she'd begged him to stay when the time came for him to leave. He'd had a perverse pleasure in refusing to remain, knowing he'd given her a fucking the like of which she would remember for a long time to come. The next time he came visiting, she'd be only too happy to let him in.
"This is the place," Orgiurio said when they'd reached Mickey's house.
They walked along the driveway heading for the rear of the house, and both were happy to note the house next door was completely dark, which meant the occupants were out for the evening and they'd be unobserved.
They found the back door without any trouble, and Orgiurio proved it was no problem to unlock it.
Together they entered, Silo shutting the door behind him.
There were no lights on downstairs, but a thin stream of light could be seen running along the wall from the stairs. The two men, careful not to bump into any furniture, reached the foot of the stairs and mounted the steps silently. They could hear sounds coming from one of the bedrooms. It was the room from which the light was emanating, as well, since the door was only half-closed.
With Orgiurio leading the way, the two men slowly approached Mickey's bedroom. Joe carefully pushed the door wide, and there, on the bed, were the two girls, still locked in a sixty-nine embrace, their thighs tightly clamped about each other's ears, making them both oblivious of any noises they might have otherwise heard.
"Jesus," Silo whispered, "wilya look at that!" "Looks like the girlfriend came after all," Orgiurio said. "Good! That means there's one for you and one for me. And when we get tired, we can switch off." Since Jenna's was the body on top, both Silo and Orgiurio had a good glimpse of her, and both liked what they saw. But the men agreed Mickey was the prime target, and belonged to Joe first.
The two men began talking out loud in the hope of eventually distracting the two girls front their activity, but their voices didn't seem to penetrate.
"What do we do?" Silo asked finally.
"The only obvious thing left to do," Orgiurio said, beginning to undress.
Silo nodded and began removing his clothes, also.
In no time the two men were as naked as the girls. But before either could move toward the girls they saw the two females coming apart. Their faces were soaked in thick, slick cunt-juice, and they had their eyes shut. Mickey simply lay back, breathing heavily, while Jenna flopped beside her and whispered, "See? We can have fun without men." "It's like you said before, Jenna," Mickey answered, letting the two men know her girlfriend's name, "even after being reamed out with the dildo you still wanted a man's cock filling you. Well I enjoyed everything we did, but I'd sure like a man's solid prick filling me. One in particular." "Which one is that?" Jenna asked, realizing Mickey was right. Despite all the cuntlapping they'd enjoyed together, she could still go for a man filling her cunt with cock.
"I lost my virginity not too long ago," Mickey confided. "It was to one of the men who work in my office. And I'll tell you he was the best lay I've had since." "How come you're not going with him any more?" Jenna asked, her eyes still closed.
"I couldn't see myself getting involved with any one guy yet. I mean, I liked him too much, and if I'd let him know it he'd have been walking all over me. So I broke it off before anything serious got started. But I sure as hell wish I had that cock of his here right now.
"Wishes have a way of coming true," Joe said nice and loud, startling the two girls out of their respective reveries.
Both pairs of eyes opened widely, and Mickey stared at Orgiurio's body unbelievingly, unable to understand how he could be there.
"Who the hell are you two?" Jenna asked incredulously.
"I'm the guy Mickey just wished for," Orgiurio announced, his rigid cock waving back and forth like a huge boom.
"And since it wouldn't be right for her to hog a guy all to herself while you get nothing, mine is the cock you're probably wishing for," Silo said to Jenna.
"Now wait a minute!" Mickey cried out, jumping off the bed with the cover to hide her nakedness. "You two get the hell out of here, and right now. I don't how you got here, but I sure as hell know it wasn't my wish that brought the two of you here this way. So just get the hell out!" "Did you hear that?" Orgiurio asked, smiling at Silo. "She wants us to get out after wishing us here. I think we ought to teach her a lesson and go," he said, winking.
"Well, maybe she doesn't want you guys, but I sure as heck could use at least one of you, if not both of you," Jenna said. "Well, honey, you belong to me," Silo told her, striding over to the bed and lying down beside her.
"And you belong to me," Orgiurio whispered softly to Mickey. "Now you make up your mind how you want it, easy or hard. Either way you're gonna get fucked and fucked good." "Oh no," Mickey whimpered, frightened at seeing this side of Orgiurio. She had never seen him this way before, and hadn't realized he could appear so terrifying. She knew he was forceful. After all, he had forced her to suck his cock that first time, but even then he hadn't been overly cruel about it. Now she was frightened. She backed away from him and fell onto the bed.
Orgiurio stood over her a moment, then reached down and pulled away the blanket she had used to shield herself.
"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, realizing both Mark and Jenna were watching at this moment, too interested to indulge themselves.
But even behind the whimper Orgiurio recognized the plea of the masochist in her, taunting the sadist in him to do his worst. This was one of the many things about Mickey that continued to arouse him.
"You have more lessons to learn," he told her, making his voice sound as contemptuous as possible. "The first one is, where you're concerned, my prick, and mine alone, is the thing you worship. You bow before it like a pagan before an idol. And in the future, it isn't you who says no to me. I'm the one with the right to accept or refuse that hot little cunt of yours. And if I accept it, then I'm the one doing you a favor, understand?" "No!" Mickey exclaimed. "You're a man, like any other man. You have a cock, just like other men have. Yours may be a little bigger, thicker, and better than most, buy you don't own me. You never will." Staring at Orgiurio's cock, Jenna turned to Mark Silo and whispered, "She has to be crazy to turn down something like that." "How about something like this?" Silo asked, brandishing his own hard cock.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. "I can see where you and I are going to have a very enjoyable evening." "Wait a little," he told her, letting his hand cup her full, solid tit. "It'll be a lot more fun in a while." "I can hardly wait," she bleated, her hand rubbing her sodden cunt.
Both turned to look at Joe and Mickey. He had thrown the blanket he had taken from her aside, staring with blazing eyes at her white body, so perfectly shaped, so artfully rounded, so superbly constructed.
"You and Mark just get the hell out of here right now, and maybe I'll do both of you the favor of not phoning the police," Mickey snapped at Joe, her voice a mixture of anger and pleading.
"She doesn't seem to want to play," Silo said aloud, a taunting tone in his voice.
"She'll play," Joe assured him. Then, turning to Jenna, he said, "Honey, you're gonna have to hold off just a little bit longer. You see, Mickey is mine, to do with as I please, and she knows it even if she won't say it. Now I have to make her fully conscious of just how much she belongs to me." "What are you planning to do?" Jenna asked.
"I'm gonna have to have Mark fuck her first. And she'll do it just because I say so. But don't you worry, honey. Before we leave tonight, you'll have more than your fill of both pricks." "I believe it," Jenna nodded. "You go ahead and do what you feel you have to. It'll just make me hotter and readier when the time does come." "You're a chick after my own heart," Silo smiled.
"I'm after your cock," Jenna corrected.
"Jenna!" Mickey gasped. "You're on their side, against me! How could you?" "I'm not against you," Jenna smiled. "I'm on your side Mickey. The trouble is, you still don't know it. But I have a feeling by the time this night is finished, you'll be more than glad." "Never!" Mickey barked, resolute in her will to resist, though her subconscious was just begging Orgiurio to force her as he'd done before.
"Want me to jump on her?" Silo asked.
"You mean you'd actually let him touch me?" Mickey asked, shocked.
"Let him?" Orgiurio laughed. "I'll do more than let him. I'll do more than help him, for that matter. I'm gonna make you beg for it, and beg for it from him." "You must think I'm some kind of cheap tramp!" she screeched, angry because his regard for her was so much lower than hers for him. Though she had snubbed him after that first time, she realized when she saw him just how much she had missed him, and had wanted him to force his cock into her again. But here he was, telling her he had brought someone else to use her, thus reducing her to the level of some kind of animal, to be loaned to whomever needed her., "There's nothing cheap about you!" Joe laughed. "But you do belong to me, Mickey. I own you. And the sooner you understand that, the sooner our relationship will settle into a nice groove." "I said it before," she snapped. "I belong to no one. And if Mark Silo thinks he can stick that thing of his into me, he has another think coming." "Not only does Mark think he's gonna fuck you, but I think he's gonna fuck you. Not only that, but in a few more minutes even you are gonna think he'll you. In fact, you're gonna beg him to shove it in." "No chance!" Mickey snapped at the hovering Orgiurio.
"What was that?" he asked, kneeling on the bed
90 beside her and grabbing both tits with his hands.
Even then he felt the soft, warm, smooth flesh tingle under his fingers. It was an effort on his part to keep his eyes from showing how much he enjoyed the feel of her flesh, even if he was grabbing her roughly. The perspiration-covered skin still had a creamy texture to it, and her ripe nipples still felt like delicious berries waiting to be picked. It took all his will power not to lower his head to them and stuff them into his mouth.
His fingers became like icy talons, gripping Mickey's delicate nipples, twisting them, kneading them. Mickey felt the pain, but she also felt the thrill of his rubbing fingertips as he tugged. He was combining pleasure with the pain to give her even more physical gratification.
But for all her enjoyment of the way he was torturing her body, Mickey had no intention of letting him see it. She struggled, trying to pull her tits away from his squeezing fingers, but Orgiurio's weight came down on her, pinning her to the bed. His thighs forced hers apart, exposing her shining pink cunt with the circle of red hair to the eyes of Mark Silo and Jenna Murray.
Silo stared at her cunt, his mouth watering. Not that he wouldn't have wanted Jenna at that moment. But Orgiurio had told Mickey Silo was to fuck her, and so Silo had already accepted that fact. Having accepted it, he stared with voracious hunger at the wet pink meat of the redhead's cunt.
Mickey, even with Orgiurio on top of her, was able to see Silo's face, and in it she could see the hunger he was building for her.
"Now, Orgiurio asked, twisting her nipples a bit more, feeling static thrills shoot through his fingers as they squeezed the lengthening nubbins, "tell me again how you're going to refuse Mark." "Damn you," she muttered, her teeth gritted because of the overpowering thrill she was getting from the pain. "Damn you to hell, Joe Orgiurio." "What'd you say?" he asked, twisting her nipples again.
"No more," she pleaded, reveling in her own submission. "No more. It... hurts too much." Orgiurio slowly eased his squeezing fingers from around her nipples, but just a little. He maintained enough pressure to let her know he'd squeeze even harder if she argued again.
"Now," he told her. "I made Mark a promise, and you don't want me to go back on that promise, do you? You behave properly and prove you're one hundred percent my woman, and after Mark you'll enjoy my cock. But if you give me a harder time, I'll go dig up about a dozen guys from the office who've been daydreaming about fucking you.
"My God, no!" Mickey murmured, aghast at the idea.
The idea of submitting to Orgiurio was enjoyable in its own way. Even the idea of a man like Mark Silo fucking her was nice enough. Hell, it was possible she'd have put out for him anyway in the course of seeking out men with whom to enjoy herself before getting serious. But the majority of the men who worked at the office were old, overweight, and not the least bit attractive.
"You just be a nice, obedient kid," Orgiurio snapped, "and you'll get the kind of cock you like!" "Okay," she nodded. "Whatever you say, whatever you say." Through her tears, and she was crying a little now, Mickey knew she would enjoy what was about to happen. There was something about Orgiurio 's sadism that seemed to tie in perfectly with her own masochistic streak. The realization hit Mickey that she didn't want Joe to dump her. Not only that, but she no longer wanted to dump him. What they had going between them was too good to kiss off because of pride, masculine or feminine. Now it was time to yield, at least for the present, before he did her body any real harm.
"Okay," Orgiurio muttered. "Now you go ahead and let Mark know he can fuck you." Mickey shut her eyes for a moment, pretending to build her courage. She knew the sight of her submitting slowly would bind Orgiurio to her all the more tightly.
"Come on!" Joe snapped, squeezing her nipples just a little more. "You tell him he can shove that cock into you. And tell him nicely, or Mark might refuse. And if Mark refuses, it'll mean more pain for you.
Mickey trembled a little. Though she was getting perverse enjoyment from it all, she knew Orgiurio was more ruthless than she had originally believed. He really might hurt her beyond the point of pleasure. Not only would she feel excess pain, but Orgiurio might get some pang of conscience afterward, and because of what happened might not approach her again. She had to play the game carefully now.
She opened her eyes and looked at Silo, who was staring into the blushing pink valley between her thighs. Finally she said, "Okay Mark, put it in.
"No!" Orgiurio snapped, releasing her nipple and smacking her thigh. "It isn't enough to tell him he can do it. You have to convince him you want him to shove his cock into you. Let him know how your cunt is burning to feel his prick. Tell him how you have to have his prick in particular, and express it with feeling." "Fuck me, Mark," she told him, and began to feel the plea inside her. "Fuck me good and fuck me hard! Please shove that hot, hard piece of meat into my cunt! Please!" And she parted her thighs all the wider without any prodding on Orgiurio's part, letting him get an even better view of the way her red hair fringed her leaking cuntlips. Joe wanted to see her fucked by Silo, and by God, she'd plead long and loud enough to make Orgiurio realize what a fool he was, turning his woman over to another man to soothe his pride. By now Mickey realized she was Joe's woman for as long as she could keep him interested in her.
"Come on, Mark," she whispered in an almost seductive voice. "Look at how my mint is soaking wet, dribbling with lust for that wonderful cock of yours. It wants to feel it buried inside." Silo realized Mickey meant it. She wanted him to fuck her, and not just because Orgiurio had ordered it. She really wanted to feel his cock driving into her cunt.
Well, Mark Silo would fuck her silly! Joe, still caught up in his desire for revenge, was not quite aware of the change that had taken place inside Mickey Conforte. Damn her! He'd show her. He'd let her see how degrading it was to be ordered to fuck a man other than the one she wanted. When the time came for him to slip her his own cock, she'd be so thankful she'd crawl on the floor and kiss his toes, one by one. His fingers were unconsciously caressing her nipples now, building them higher, making them swell to their fullest, like reddish-pink spikes. He was moving his body off hers now, shuffling to the side to make room for Silo. As he moved away, his hand reached between her thighs and began stroking her silken cuntlips, feeling the heavy flood of moisture increase.
Mickey began writhing and sighing, enjoying the masterful fingers at her cunt. The digits moved up and down, caressing her cuntlips with a power no other man seemed to have. When they came to the swollen bead of her aching cut, she actually began bouncing as he teased it with a touch that drove her wild.
Orgiurio was getting hotter and hotter, and only the knowledge that he was completely degrading Mickey kept him from shoving his own cock into her. God! He had forgotten, how quickly she turned on when he touched her. Her hot cunt would leak at the slightest opportunity.
Mickey's body rotated on the bed, her hips thrusting upward and exposing her inner cuntlips even more. The need for fucking so totally overwhelmed her. She needed a cock, and she needed it badly. She could no longer see, think or concentrate on anything other than the craving of her body. Briefly she remembered the kind of orgasms Jenna had enjoyed, and she hoped she would finally peak the same way. Who could tell? Maybe Mark was even better than Joe. If he was it'd teach Joe a much-needed lesson about letting other men trifle with his woman. God! She was no longer just a woman. She was one big cunt in need of a fucking! Orgiurio 's fingers slid into the soggy mire of her cunt, and now her body began to churn wildly, responding to his inward thrusting. She could see his face, and it pleased her no end to realize how completely he was affected by all this. "Look at her move," Silo commented. "Look at the way her cunt sucks on those fingers of yours. God! She's having a bunch of tiny climaxes!" And it was true. Mickey had never been one to control her body's responses, and now she was coming in short, rapid spasms.
Silo knelt between Mickey's thighs as Joe pulled his fingers out, seeing how thickly they . were coated with her cuntal drippings.
"Holy shit," he mumbled, seeing how she continued spurting little shots of lubricant from between her squeezing cuntlips.
His head came lower, staring at the way her cuntlips squeezed and pressed as she continued coming. He could see the way the central cavern opened now and again, as if in rhythm with her breathing, giving him an opportunity to study the sweet swells of her cuntal walls.
"Please fuck me!" Mickey begged, but Joe merely laughed.
"You wait until Mark's ready," he ordered. "He's enjoying the sight of that luscious cunt of yours.,' -
Mickey felt hotter than ever now, an overpowering urge to be fucked taking complete possession of her.
"Oh, this is some pussy," Silo remarked, reaching out and letting his fingers caress her quivering cunt. He let his fingertips move up, down and around the outer pussy lips, letting them soak in the heavy liquid that continued to pour out. He was totally captivated by the way her cunt seemed to suck his finger into it.
"Look at that tight bunghole," Silo remarked, thinking of Carol Warner's asshole and how fabulous it had felt when he'd plunged his cock into it. "I'll bet it's never been used." "Maybe or maybe not, but that belongs to me," Orgiurio warned.
"Fine," Silo nodded, more than content to be able to plum Mickey's seething cunt.
Mickey's entire body felt like a solid mass of flame. The mini-orgasms hadn't done her a bit of good. Her body was screaming for a man's thick cock.
Silo's solid, masculine body, almost as firm and hard as that of Joe Orgiurio, spread itself over hers. She was going to get fucked at last. He was going to stick that marvelous cock into her. She could already feel the jabbing of his thick, meaty prick as it attempted to find the entrance to her hot cunt. Silo felt the cushions of her hard-nippled tits press back against him as he leaned on her and reached down with his hand to better guide his cock into her. But at first he only succeeded in bumping his knob against her swollen outer cuntlips.
"Hurry!" Mickey begged, feeling the knob rubbing up and down the pink slit, becoming wetter and wetter with her pussy-juice.
Silo, precariously balanced on his left knee, used his right hand to guide his cock between the slick, hungry lips of her wanton cunt. Satisfied it was pressing between her cuntlips correctly, he removed his hand and distributed his weight evenly on. both knees as he jerked forward.
Instantly he could feel her greedy cunt start pulling his cockhead inside, hungrily eating it whole. Her calves immediately wrapped themselves around his ass, urging him to sink his cock deeper and deeper into her blazing cunt.
"All the way in!" Joe Orgiurio 's voice called out, as if coming from a long way off. "Shove it in so deep it hurts!" Like a powerful locomotive Silo's thick cock traveled through the channel of Mickey's tight, hungry cunt at top speed, savagely plunging its full length into her creaming, frothing depths. He crammed it in with, such force that when his pelvis finally slammed against her sopping cuntlips, she was visibly shaken with the jolt.
Silo had followed instructions, doing his damnedest to hurt her, but her cunt was so slick and foamy, his pile driving attack was exactly what Mickey wanted. Her arms wrapped themselves around his head and pulled his mouth down to hers. She felt the tickle of his mustache as she kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth with the same vigor his cock had plunged into her teeming cunt. Her arms clutched him tightly as her teeth all but tore his lips from his mouth.
Silo's cock thudded into Mickey's cunt repeatedly, running in and out, in and out, moving so ra~id1y Mickey thought he would drill right up into her belly if his cock were any longer. Her ankles were locked together over his ass, and she raised her body to meet every one of his jack hammering attacks.
Forgotten for the moment was Orgiurio, whose voice she still heard from far off, urging Silo to fuck faster and deeper. Forgotten was Jenna Murray, who was sitting on the next bed, her body even hotter than Mickey's at that moment, in dire need of a mighty cock, yet unable to get one since Orgiurio, who had the only other cock in the room, was standing on the other side of the room now.
Silo's tongue responded to Mickey's as he continued slamming his prick to its full length inside her anxious cunt. He twisted his tongue around hers, then licked her palate, teased her gums, chewed on her lower lip and bit her upper lip.
Then Silo's mouth tore away from hers and he asked, "How is it, Mickey? How's it feel?" "Fantastic!" she murmured. "Fabulous! Feed it to me, Mark! Feed it to me! Keep feeding it to me!" Christ! he thought. What a tight cunt! What a fucking tight cunt! He had never fucked into a cunt this tight before in his life. He'd had a virgin once, and she hadn't had a cunt this tight.
No wonder Orgiurio was so hot for her. No wonder he became angered when she cut him off so abruptly. What a glorious, wonderful, marvelous cunt! "You're great," he told her. "You have the greatest cunt I've ever fucked!" But Mickey was beyond hearing him now. Her entire body was a single massive nerve waiting to react to the violent eruption of the huge orgasm building inside her. She could feel it, deep down, waiting to rise to the surface as it had been waiting most of the other times she had been fucked. But this time it wasn't passively waiting. It was stirring around, anxious to rise to the surface and explode out of her.
"Uhhhh," she whimpered, her body a rising, falling mass of flesh completely beyond control.
Orgiurio stared at her, tempted to pull Silo off and keep her from enjoying her orgasm. But he could see how intensely it was building, and he knew if he ended it for her now, without that ultimate pleasure, not only was he risking having her scratch his eyes out, but he ran the risk of losing her permanently. And to his mind, if and when they separated, it had to be because he wanted it, and not she.
"I'm go... go... going... to come!" Mickey screamed. "I'm going to come!" "So come!" Joe yelled back at her. "Don't make such a big deal over it!" But to Mickey it was a big deal. It was the biggest deal ever, because the thrill of the big cock shagging back and forth in her churning cunt rubbed the walls of her channel with such friction the flesh was blood red. The all-powerful, overwhelming orgasm which had eluded her for so long was about to arrive. The kind of orgasm Jenna enjoyed with regularity was about to shoot through her body.
"God," she gasped, "oh, God! God almighty, here it comes!" she choked, and began writhing sinuously around Silo as her thighs clamped him tightly into her, lodging the full Length of his flaming cock as far into her sucking cunt as it could possibly thrust.
Her body jerked wildly like a gaffed fish as she felt the tidal wave of her climax totally overwhelm her. It roared through her with the power and speed of a supersonic jetliner, making her entire body quiver and quake as she screamed long and laud.
Silo's head was down, his mouth filled with her left fit, and there was nothing he could do to cut off the scream. It was Joe Orgiurio who clamped his mouth to hers, sucking her yell into his throat, feeling it vibrate though his entire body down to his feet as his hands held her cheeks tightly and his tongue swabbed her mouth out again and again.
Mickey's left hand was entangled in Silo's hair, pressing his face to her tit as she came, thrusting her body against his with such violence he might have been thrown off had her legs not been wound so tightly around him. Her other hand now wrapped itself around Orgiurio's neck, holding him close, savoring the strength of his kisses, knowing his mouth instantly despite the mental fog surrounding her. It was the mouth she had waited to taste again for so long, the mouth of the first man to give her pleasure. And because she tasted his lips, because she could savor his tongue, her orgasm went soaring even higher, and her cunt tightened so strongly around Silo's plunging cock, she all but tore it out at the base.
Joe felt the earnestness of her kiss and knew he had been too long without her. He wanted her so terribly his groin ached. Yet to let her know this, to betray this weakness to her, might only cause her to re-enact her frigidity when next they met. So for all the pain in his balls, and for all the want in his waving cock, and for all the strength of his kiss, he controlled his body and didn't tear Silo away so he could fuck her himself.
It was Mickey who pulled away from Silo before he had an opportunity to unload. His hard, trembling cock came out into the air as she unwrapped her thighs from around him and pulled back. She wanted to feel Orgiurio 's cock plunge into her anxious cunt, and rolled over, trying to throw Joe onto his back so she could straddle him.
Silo was desperate. There was his huge cock waving in the air, ready to spurt its heavy wad of jism, and there was nowhere to spurt it but on the bed sheets toward which it was aimed.
Jenna, seeing what had happened was determined not to be left out of this any longer. She knew he was too close to coming to give her the kind of climax she wanted. She figured she'd nail him the second time around, and slid her head between his legs. His cock batted her in the face as she came in from behind and underneath. She could feel the tightness in his balls with her cheek and knew he was only seconds away from shooting.
Turning so she faced upward, she took the dangling cock into her hot, hungry mouth, sucking the full length of it to the back of her throat.
His heavy cockhead swelled to an even greater thickness, almost strangling her as it bloated until the heavy jism suddenly came hosing out, flooding her throat, gushing the creamy contents of his balls into her anxious belly.
Jenna sucked hard, pulling on the solid length 6f cock as it spasmed again and again in her mouth, compressing her lips tightly around the stem, drinking the tasty cum as it poured into her throat and then her belly.
Mickey, unable to get Joe down, fell onto the floor, her hands pressed into her dripping cunt. Her body jerked and twitched as she completed her orgasm, staring up into Joe's unyielding face.
"Joe," she murmured, holding a hand up to him. "Don't do this. Ii know how you feel about the way I behaved. I'm sorry, Joe. Please, let's fuck and make up." "Not yet," Orgiurio told her. "You still have some lessons to come."
Chapter Six
Gasping for air, Mickey still lay on the floor, wondering how much longer it would take Joe to come to his senses and stop trying to vent foolish anger on her. The climax had been the kind for which she had been waiting, and though it had been Silo's prick that had ultimately given it to her, she knew it would have never been as intense without Joe's kiss. Had she been stuffed with Joe's cock, she was certain the orgasm would have been even more powerful, if a more powerful orgasm were possible. As it was, she felt weak, drained, unable to move. Orgiurio could make her do whatever pleased him now, but he wouldn't get half the thrill out of it, knowing she was temporarily drained.
But Joe was far more astute than Mickey had imagined. It was this astuteness which had made him come to understand Mickey so well. It was because he understood her that he loved her, though he wasn't fully aware he loved her, yet. And because he loved her, really loved her, Mickey felt herself falling in love with him. She didn't want to, and had tried fighting it as best she could, knowing to reveal that love to him might be to completely lose him.
Mickey would be out of it for a little while. Joe knew it. He also knew she would recover quickly enough, and when she did recover he wanted her at the peak of her arousal.
Luckily, Mark Silo was also a bit weak and in need of recovery before further action on his part. That left Jenna for him.
He had watched the way Jenna had sucked Silo's cock until it was totally dry. She had been neat about it, not letting a drop of cum escape, not letting any of the residue cling to her mouth. And she was also a woman with foresight. After having completed Silo's blowjob, she had gone to the john where she had rinsed her mouth out with Lavoris. She knew Orgiurio was all hot and bothered and in need of a good fucking. She also knew he was a man who might not like kissing a woman whose mouth had just sucked another man's cock unless she cleaned her mouth out. So she had done just that.
Seeing Silo all but unconscious on one of the beds, and Mickey still on the floor, she went to the radio, turned it on, and said, "Let's get a little music in here. You know, the old-fashioned kind of music, where a guy and a girl dance holding onto one another." Her body looked tawny and lithe as she stretched herself. The music came on and she whirled lightly around the bedroom holding her hands out to Orgiurio. Joe was no fool. He knew he needed relief, and Jenna was a good way to get it.
Also, it would teach Mickey another lesson; that just as he could order her to fuck another man because it pleased him to do so, so could he fuck another woman in front of her, and she would have to accept that. Besides, he had to admit Jenna was one helluva girl. Though Mickey was the one he wanted to bury his cock in, he liked the idea of playing with Jenna, even fucking her before really getting down to it with Mickey. He was damn near coming, and he didn't want Mickey knowing just how strongly watching her get fucked had affected him. Better to shoot a wad into Jenna, then have a nice long fuck with Mickey, afterward.
Joe clutched Jenna tightly to him and danced around the room slowly, enjoying the soft music. He could feel his steel-hard cock imprisoned between her solid thighs. He bent and kissed her throat and felt her blowing in his ear. Shit! This was some hot chick. He was glad to get a crack at her crack.
The second time around the room they stopped near the side of the empty bed. Her hand reached down and caressed his swollen cock, and she beamed as she felt it jerk at the mere touch of her fingers. She smiled like a woman with a brand-new diamond.
"Kiss me," she said to him. "Kiss me and show me you aren't afraid." Hell! He knew she had cleaned her mouth out. There was no reason to be afraid. And he'd have been a damn fool not to have kissed her. He bent his head and pressed his lips to hers, letting the teasing tip of her tongue play against his as both opened their mouths. Her hands grabbed his cheeks and held his face tightly as her tongue did all kinds of tantalizing things to his mouth, making him even homier.
Just as suddenly, she released his mouth, looked him in the eye, and said, "I want a tongue in my cunt. The only thing I've had in it has been a dildo and Mickey's tongue. I want a man's tongue. How about it?" "Sure," he nodded, knowing Mickey's eyes were on them. Mickey had loved the way he had eaten her out that first time. He figured it was time to let her see him eat out another woman. That would really get to her. "But I want you sucking my cock the way you did Mark's." "It'll be a pleasure," she assured him, and premed her lips to his throat.
Slowly her flicking tongue worked downward, licking his chest, lapping both his nipples, proving to him his own nipples were just as sensitive as those of a woman. Little by little she fell to her knees until she was face to face with the large purple dome of his huge cock. Her pink tongue slithered out to lick its way around the full, heavy cockhead, making it swell even larger.
Shock waves of electricity blistered their way through his body making him tremble with ecstasy. She wasn't Mickey, but she was damn near as good. Hell! She certainly had a lot more experience.
She puckered her lips and kissed his swollen cockhead, pressing the tip of her tongue into the little hole in its center. Orgiurio shuddered and trembled, wanting to pull her to her feet so he could raise her high enough to fuck her. But before he could do anything her mouth had opened wide and sucked the full length of his cock inside, nipping at it all the way to the base with her teeth, applying pressure with her tongue the entire time.
His hips began pumping back and forth with her sucking motion as his fingers entwined themselves in her dark hair. He held them there tightly, pressing her face into his groin, afraid she might stop what she was doing.
Her hands clutched his ass tightly, pulling downward until his knees slowly came down and hit the floor. Her head sank lower, keeping the full length of cock inside her hungry mouth. Once he was down, she pushed him backward until he fell on his back on the floor. And still her mouth remained locked on his cock. Her body slowly slid around with her lips still glued to his prick, the full, fat length of his cock buried to the hilt in her throat. Her thighs came down around his head, and he could feel their solid softness against each cheek. His face automatically worked its way into the hairy circle of her cunt, thrilling to the sopping flesh pressed into his nose. He used his thumbs to part her cuntlips and reveal the pinkness within. Then his tongue lanced out and began licking strongly, wiping her pussy up and down, stabbing into the flaming center, and finally withdrawing so he could suck on the upstanding nubbin of her cunt. Her clit was only slightly larger than Mickey's, and. it was just as hard; a pink pearl of deliciousness against his eager tongue. He ran his tongue through the steaming vale of her cunt again and again, licking the quivering clitoris as if it had been made for nothing else.
She tasted fresh despite having been worked over with the dildo. It was a clean, natural taste. His tongue licked out the deliciousness, slurping it down his throat, wanting nothing more at that instant than to go on drinking her hot mint-juice.
And he could feel her mouth rotating around his huge cock, her lips sliding up, then sliding down, sliding up, then sliding down. She had a way of making the entire shaft feel as if it were being pressured all at the same time, as if her hollowed cheeks were sucked in so far, they were actually squeezing the cock.
That she was enjoying herself was evident. He could feel her mouth around his shaft, her lips plunging up and down, her tongue playing along the top of his cock.
And then her body began squeezing in a wild kind of rhythm. Orgiurio realized the woman was coming, spasming insanely and forcing his cock even deeper into her throat, as if to keep herself from crying out, Her body jerked and bounced as her squishy mint seemed to drive itself harder against his face, as if in an effort to swallow his nose and lips. She writhed madly, squirming all over his mouth, as if frying to use her inner cuntlips to return the kisses of his mouth. Her hands squeezed his balls, but Joe felt no pain.
And then, just as quickly as she had begun, she stopped. She pulled her cunt from his sopping face as she yanked her mouth from his cock.
Turning, she began kissing his mouth, and then her tongue was licking his face, cleaning all her own juices off. She licked his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, his lips, and his chin. She even licked his neck, and when she was finished licking, she said, "Okay, Joe. Let's show these two how to really fuck!" Joe was up and throwing the girl back on the floor, replying, "Here it comes, Jenna. A king-sized fuck for a real fucking princess!" He poised his body above hers and looked down. She tried to look sophisticated and knowing, but how sophisticated can a naked female look when her thighs are spread so wide apart? Joe's cock was waving up and down, and he had to grab it with his hand to steady it. He could see the sodden pink gash of her cunt, wide open and waiting for his thrust.
Leaning forward, he placed the heavy knob of his cock against her gaping cunt. When he was certain of his aim, he lunged forward, and his heavy cock steam rolled into her body. He rammed it in to the hilt, and their bellies met with a loud whack. Jenna opened her mouth to scream, but Orgiurio, anticipating it, covered her lips with his own and let his tongue block the scream still climbing out of her throat.
The hot, hard length of the solid cock drove her up the wall. Her tongue came out of her mouth when he lifted his mouth from hers, and she gasped, as if she were being strangled instead of passionately fucked. Her eyes were glassy. It was as if she were in the throes of some epileptic seizure.
He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her cunt, only to send it powering back in again, burying it as far into the butter like center of her fleshy folds as possible. Now he was going crazy, jazzing his joystick into her as fast as possible. His cock was rock hard, and the urge to come was overpowering, and yet, for some unknown reason, he just couldn't come. Goddamn it to hell, he just couldn't come! Jenna didn't let his trouble stop her. She began a series of wild, overpowering orgasms, bucking like a bronco, bouncing up off the floor, taking Orgiurio with her as she shivered and shook.
Through it all, Mickey watched, goggle-eyed. The lesson Joe had taught had sunk in quite well. But the lesson Jenna was teaching made a deeper impression on her. She was insatiable. The more she got, the more she wanted. Her orgasm was a never-ending string of firecrackers, one going off after the other. Oh, how Mickey envied the woman. Imagine being able to come like that! The pressure was continuing to build inside Orgiurio. He had to come or he'd blow up. His cock was his safety valve, and unless it blew off soon, he would explode, shattering into a million pieces.
Mickey saw he was in some kind of agony and resolved to help him the way he had helped her when Mark Silo had fucked her. She knew he had strong feelings for her, and the only way he'd do anything was if she helped him. Though Joe didn't realize it at the time, his conscience was eating away at him. It was the first time he had been in love with a woman, and now, determined as he was to teach her a lesson, his conscience was rebelling against his fucking another woman while the woman he loved was watching. So Joe Orgiurio, the sadist, was now punishing himself. Unlike Mickey, he was no masochist, and couldn't stand up to the punishment.
Mickey, on the other hand, was no sadist. She couldn't stand to see him being hurt, even if he was hurting himself. She had to help him, and help him she did.
Even as he pounded his raw, solid cock into Jenna's squeezing cunt, Orgiurio felt a tingling run up and down his spine. It was Mickey, kissing him, letting her tongue trace the full length of his spine from his neck to the top of his ass crack, after which her tongue delved even lower, parting his asscheeks as it licked hungrily at his asshole.
The music on the radio had turned to rock, and Joe found himself fucking into Jenna with the same rhythm. How his ass didn't hurt Mickey's face on the back swing was something he would never figure out.
Mickey could hear the music too, and had his strokes perfectly timed. Her tongue delved into his ass each time he shoved back, and stayed there for a fraction of a second prior to his forward lunge. Her fingers were around his waist, teasing and tickling his flesh, and Joe suddenly realized she was helping him come.
And it worked; it really worked.
As Jenna reached the peak of her final climax, Joe erupted into her bottomless cunt, spewing great gouts of hot jism into her, firing heated bolts of white lightning, unleashing the mass of cum contained in his balls, causing them to painfully crush themselves into his body.
Jenna felt the flood pour into her, inundating her entire cunt, washing it with the heavy, copious load of his masculine cream. It spurred her ultimate orgasm to even greater heights as her heels sank into the floor, almost gouging holes in the carpet.
As for Joe, he felt his climax break against him like a gigantic tidal wave smashing against the shore. It shook him to his soul, and he knew much as he enjoyed fucking Jenna the main reason for so overpowering an orgasm was Mickey Conforte whose tongue in his ass was driving him wild.
Reaching behind him, he grabbed a handful of Mickey's hair and yanked her around to where he knelt between Jenna's thighs.
"Bitch!' he. muttered into her face. "You goddamned bitch! I came here to gain control over you, and here you are, proving you have control over me!" Mickey smiled a little, knowing what he said to some small extent was true. But the idea of control was not so strong in her mind as the idea of proving to him how necessary each had become to the other. Mickey had not only learned lessons, but she had taught one, as well.
But Joe was a hard man to teach. Even so, Mickey knew they had the rest of the night, and the next night ahead of them.
Chapter Seven
People with overblown egos that have been deflated learn hard. Joe Orgiurio was such a person. His pride had been stung, and as far as he was concerned, Mickey Conforte had not yet fully learned her lesson. Still, he had blasted quite a load into Jenna, and he needed a recovery period. Likewise, Jenna was gasping for breath after the way he'd made her come. He knew Mark Silo and Mickey were on the way to recovery, but none of the four of them was ready for anything, yet.
"I think we should have a snack," Jenna advised. "There's a lot of stuff in the kitchen. Suppose Mickey and I go down and whip up something?" "Not a bad idea," Orgiurio agreed, "except I want Mickey staying here. I don't want you two chicks alone together." "We're totally naked," Jenna pointed out. "Where could we go?" "Yeah, well maybe one of you'd get the idea to phone the cops once you were alone." "You could always rip out the phones," Jenna teased.
"Christ!" Silo snapped. "Will the two of you stop acting as if this were some Grade-B movie. No one's going anywhere and no one's calling cops. Jesus Joe. By now you oughta be able to tell these broads are happy we dropped by." Orgiurio looked at Mickey, and she looked back at him. Finally she nodded, saying, "He's right, Joe. I didn't want to admit it, but I am glad you came. I feel foolish in the way I've been snubbing you. It's just that . . . well . . . I didn't trust myself. I mean, you've had more than your share of girls, and here I was, freshly de-cherried, knowing only you and no other man. It just wasn't fair. I mean, if I'd followed my instincts and freaked out over you, you'd have used me up in a week, and then you'd have gone on to the next girl, forgetting all about me. I figured I'd better break it off before any serious feelings developed on my part. That way I wouldn't suffer from what is laughingly called a broken heart." "All you had to do was tell me, thanks but no thanks, and I wouldn't have bothered you any more!" he snapped.
"That's just it," she answered. "Deep down I guess I wanted you to bother me. I was too afraid to say goodbye to you." "Sure. So you cut my heart out, instead, making me feel like I'm some kinda cheap gigolo who was good enough to do you the favor of popping your cherry, and good for noting else. Oh Mickey, you have a lot to learn about the way guys think." "I'm learning," she admitted. "But are you learning?" "Learning what?" Orgiurio asked, refusing to admit he might have been just as wrong in his attitude toward her as she had been toward him.
"Forget it," she told him. "If you don't know by now, I'm sure as hell not going to try teaching you any more."
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"Oh bullshit!" he finally snapped. "If I break down and admit anything to you, how long would it take for you to get tired of me?" "Does it really matter? Joe, you and I have a nice thing going for us. You made me realize that tonight. What makes it so nice is the fact that we both like it. Would you really want me if I got tired of being around you? Wouldn't it wear off on you?" "It's easy to talk, Mickey. I know, I've done a lot of it myself, conning broads into bed with phony promises. Because I did it, I figure you could do the same thing to me. Get me all hot and worked up over you, and then one day just say, 'So long; it's been fun.' I guess I just don't dig the idea." "What do I have to do to prove the feelings I have for you are as genuine as the ones you claim to have for me, right now?" she asked.
"I don't know," he acknowledged. "I just don't know." "And how do I know what you feel for me isn't a momentary thing, triggered by the fact that I became unattainable after a while?" "The solution to your problems is right here in this room," Jenna told them. "Mark and I are the answer." "How is that?" Joe asked.
"Simple. You and Mark take turns fucking Mickey and myself. Do it separately or do it together. Have one girl work on you, or have both girls work on you together. Ball it up wildly the entire weekend. If, by Sunday afternoon, the two of you still feel strongly about one another, you'll know it." "I don't know," Joe said, shaking his head. "When I had Mark fuck Mickey it was because I was mad at her. But to tell the truth, I didn't get that much of a kick from seeing him ball the cunt that belongs to me" "That's called jealousy!" Jenna laughed. "Jealousy is very unhealthy. I think the two of you should work at getting rid of it." "I'm willing," Mickey shrugged. "And you?" Jenna asked Joe.
"I'll give it a try," he nodded.
"Hey, what about me?" Silo asked.
"Are you madly in love, too?" Jenna teased. "Not really," he admitted.
"Then you're in the same shape I'm in. We're both sort of testers, and we'll literally have one fucking good time." "Hey, yeah," Silo nodded.
"Now let's all of us go down to the kitchen and make something to eat. We all have to rebuild our strength." So the four of them went down to the Conforte kitchen, where. Jenna and Mickey whipped up some bacon and eggs, coffee and toast, and a chocolate-cream pie for dessert.
When the meal was over, the dishes were stacked in the dishwasher, and the four went back upstairs to the bedroom.
"Now," Jenna told them, "we begin by turning me into a sandwich. Mickey, you stay on the side and watch for a while. I mean, this thing has to work two ways. We have to burn the jealousy out of both of you.
"Sounds like a great idea;" Mickey acknowledged. "Do I get similar treatment later on?" "Sure," Jenna nodded. "We have to teach Joe the value of 'sharing you, just as you have to learn to share him." Orgiurio 's heavy cock was already at full mast, swollen and bloated, his balls dangling, full of the heavy cum he'd shortly be pumping into Jenna again. And Silo's cock, no less formidable than Orgiurio's, was already twitching. Mark Silo loved to ass-fuck, and since he couldn't get Mickey's ass, he would be overjoyed to plow into Jenna's. But the brunette had different ideas.
"I've already felt Joe's cock in my pussy," she explained. "This time I want Mark to be buried there. Joe, you go up the rear. Okay?" "Want me to get some Vaseline?" he asked.
"No," she told him, shaking her head. "Saliva'll do just as well. Mickey, you lubricate Joe's prick with your mouth so it'll slide into my ass nice and easy.
Mickey went to her knees with no further encouragement and instantly took the huge bulb of his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue play dancingly over and under it Her saliva clung to the skin because she made a point of not letting herself swallow. Her head moved along the full length of the hard cock, coating it over and over again with her spit. And in the meantime her fingers teased Joe's hairy ass, making him wriggle back and forth, pumping his hips wildly into her face, feeling the point of her tongue reach out and tease the juncture where his scrotum met his cock. Her tongue tickled and tantalized, making Joe writhe.
"That's enough," Jenna warned. "The way Joe feels about you now might make him pop a huge load into your mouth, and we don't want that." Reluctantly Mickey pulled her mouth off the mighty cock. It had tasted good, better than the first time. She had really enjoyed eating it, and silently she thanked Joe for having forced her to suck his cock. So many foolish women miss out on so much pleasure because they're afraid to experiment.
Jenna got into the center of one of the beds on her hands and knees, her lush tits dangling deliciously beneath her. Her tight, round ass ballooned up, her sculptured asscheeks split down the middle by a tight, dark line.
Joe's cock seemed to glow, its head swollen and bulbous, still shimmering with the coating of Mickey's spit. He moved onto the bed behind Jenna, his hands running up and down the full length of both thighs, gently but firmly caressing her wonderful, round asscheeks. His right thumb slid between the cheeks, lightly, carefully probing for her tight, tiny asshole. From where he was standing, Mark attempted to see what Joe's fingers were touching, but was unable to get a glimpse of the asshole he had longed to fuck. Hell! He wasn't worried. In time he'd get to shaft that hole, himself.
Mickey, as if lonesome for the cock she had just orally lubricated, eased over to where Silo was standing and let her hand wander down to touch his cock. Silo merely bent back a little, enjoying the way she tickled his stiff prick. Automatically one of his hands strayed to the firmness of her ass, his forefinger working its way into her ass crack, wondering if he'd ever get a chance to poke his cock into it. Both he and Mickey had their eyes glued to Orgiurio's cock, watching as it sought out the tiny orifice his thumb had only recently found. Jenna's ass seemed to move a bit higher, as if to better meet the oncoming thrust of the mighty pole.
Joe could feel the asshole with the tip of his cock, now. God, but it was a tight hole to open. Even though her body was relaxed and her muscles were unclenched, Orgiurio knew he was going to have a job getting his thick cock into so narrow an entrance.
His hands had a firm grip on her hips, and he pulled her toward him as he pushed.
"Yessss," she hissed. "That's it! That's the place! Just shove it in!" Bullets of sweat broke out over both of them as he shoved, squeezing the point of his cock against her tight hole. For a short while the flesh remained ungiving. The muscles refused to loosen, though Jenna wasn't squeezing them. Orgiurio could feel his hands became slippery with perspiration, and still his fingers clutched her hips tightly, his fingertips digging into her flesh.
Jenna responded by parting her thighs a bit more in the hope her asscheeks would open just a little and thus make her asshole yield to the probing cock. She could feel her sphincter slowly starting to yield, surrendering as it opened in a tight circle around the intruding knob.
Orgiurio felt himself making progress. Normally, he wasn't one to indulge in too much ass-fucking. He had a fat, long cock, and most asses just couldn't hold it without the woman screaming her head off. But Jenna was something else. She was begging for it, and as the tip of his mighty cock eased into her, he could see she was enjoying every second of it. The way her sphincter tightly closed itself around his cockhead was all the more arousing, and he began shaking just a little as he pushed a bit harder, feeling her asshole finally swallow his entire glans.
"Oooh wow!" Jenna exclaimed. "That's it! That's it! You've got it in! You've got it right in there! Christ! What a thick head! It feels so yummy!" Silo and Mickey, still off to the side, watched Joe's cockhead disappear into the dark hole between Jenna's up thrust asscheeks. It made Silo hotter than ever, and his hand began squeezing Mickey's asscheek hard. She responded with heavier pressure on his cock.
"That's a sight to set off the most frigid virgin," he mumbled.
"It's one helluva thing to see," Mickey agreed, still staring.
Slowly Orgiurio's mighty shaft followed the head into the tight, squeezing depths of Jenna 's crushing asshole. Little by little he eased more and more of his solid cock inside until his hairy pelvis was pressed tight up against her ass crack, his dangling balls bouncing off her hairy cunt. He could feel his entire length of prick surrounded by the squashing tightness of her ass channel, with her sphincter now sucking on his hairy base.
"Oh Jesus!" he muttered. "Oh what a tight, fucking hole!" "Mmmmm," Jenna hummed. "That's the way I like it. Now Mark, it's your turn. You lie on your back at the head of the bed and slowly slide down until you're directly under me. You're going to have to do the entry work. I can't move my hands. I have to stay balanced." Silo, his tongue all but hanging out, hurried over to the head of the bed, moving so quickly he almost left his cock behind in Mickey's hand. She let go at the last second, spinning him sideways for an instant.
Silo got onto the bed as instructed and slowly slid down until his cock stood straight up, directly beneath Jenna's fur-surrounded cunt. He had felt a tingle shoot through him as he'd slid down, his cock brushing between those lovely, dangling fits.
Staring up into her lust-filled face, Silo got hotter than ever. There was something special about this chick. She wasn't a wishy-washy type of broad, like Carol Warner. She liked fucking, and she didn't pretend otherwise. Her body came alive at the sight and smell. of cocks, and if the people around her were unsure about what to do, she wasn't. She knew damn well what had to take place for everyone to get a piece and enjoy himself.
He raised his head a little and looked down the length of their two bodies just before inserting his cock into her cunt. He could see Orgiurio 's swinging balls, hanging just, below her pouting snatch. But that hot mint really got him excited. Man! He had just fucked Mickey's tight, red-haired pussy not too long ago, and here he was, about to bury his solid meat in another, equally desirable cunt. Jesus! All this couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. Two lush females in one night, with the possibility of a lot more fucking to come, if his body could stand up under it.
He was overanxious, and he realized it when he raised his hips and tried plunging his cock straight up. He barely missed her dripping cunt. He could feel the heavy cunt-juice slickly dripping onto his pelvis, and it made him even more eager, if such a thing were possible. Taking a deep breath, he used his hand and guided his cock more carefully the second time, feeling it slide through the dewiness of her slithery cuntlips straight up into that passionate center of desire.
He dug his heels into the mattress, raising his hips to ram his solid cock to its full length into her steaming cunt. He could feel Orgiurio's legs, as he was sure Orgiurio felt his, but he was certain Joe wasn't concentrating on that at the moment.
The sensation for all three was something totally out of this world. Orgiurio, in Jenna's ass, could feel the pressure of Silo's cock as it pushed against the separating membrane, and it was almost as if the two cocks were rubbing together, each encased in a glove like tube expressly fitted to it.
Silo, now fully buried in Jenna's cunt, felt the answering pressure of Joe's cock as it began plunging wildly in and out. The rubbing against the underside of his prick was a sensation he had never before known. Shit! Double-fucking was one helluva lot more fun than he'd ever imagined. No cunt, or for that matter no asshole, by itself, could ever create such pressure. Damn! He felt like a snot-nosed kid with his cock buried in a woman for the first time. He waa certain he would come in no time. A blistering wave of overpowering lust took possession of both men, and they began to saw wildly in and out of both holes.
Jenna, on her hands and knees, responded in time to the dual fucking. The two cocks plunging in and out of her with regulated cadence made her wild. She had done this before, but the two previous men had never shown this much energy. Her body jerked back and forth, her cunt and ass muscles squeezing with all their might. Her mouth hung slackly open because she was breathing heavily, and she was therefore surprised to feel Mark Silo sucking on the tongue she'd left hanging out. She lowered her lips a bit more and pressed them hard against his, her tongue now twisting around his, as if trying to tug it from his mouth.
Mickey, standing off to the side and watching the tableau, began to understand what Jenna had been trying to bring out. Earlier, she had felt jealous, watching Joe plunge his cock into Jenna's cunt. Now, as she watched, her primary feeling was that she wanted Joe to completely enjoy himself. She wasn't thinking about herself, but rather the man she adored, wanting him to get the most out of what he was doing.
Her body was unconsciously responding to the sight of the double-fucking. It wanted some too. But her mind told her body it would have to wait its turn.
Even so, she intended getting in on some of the action. She, had an idea, and wild as it was, she wanted to try it.
Lowering her head, she peered at where the two cocks were joined to Jenna's body. She thrilled even more to the sight of the men's balls rubbing against each other as they passed, the one cock stroking in and out of Jenna's cunt, while the other plunged in and out of her tight ass.
Moving forward, Mickey lowered her head even more and stuck out her tongue. She tasted the saltiness of Joe's balls, and the touch of her tongue was an additional electric shock to him. It made him ramrod his cock even faster into and out of Jenna's totally delightful ass. This gave her an opportunity to move her mouth forward a little more, and she was just barely able to tickle the balls and the base of Silo's prick, as well.
Silo thought someone had touched him with a hat wire, and began ramming his hips up with even greater speed, matching Joe's rhythm. Mickey's tongue continued flicking back and forth between the two cocks, and on the way it tantalized Jenna's perineum as well, increasing the other girl's total sense of sexual awareness.
Jenna's body became a blur as she hurried it back and forth, a living tunnel connecting the two men to one another. All of them were moving wildly, somewhat erratically, thrilling to the added stimulation of Mickey's tantalizing tongue.
Mickey added to the sensation by letting her tongue sweep out and up, running its way through Joe's ass crack, tickling his asshole before returning to the two cocks below. She wanted to reach between the bodies and grab Jenna's tits with the idea of massaging the woman's nipples, but Jenna's knobs were crushed against Silo's body and there was no way she would be able to finger them.
Joe felt himself building higher and higher. This was one sweet ass, with terrific extra pressure caused by Silo's cock and Mickey's tongue. He couldn't remember when a single fucking had brought this much physical pleasure. He was caught up in a universe of total sensation, cushioned by the wonderful, round cheeks of the marvelous ass into which he was continually plunging.
Silo, on the other hand, found himself as encased by Jenna's clinging body as his cock was gripped by her cunt. She was no longer on her elbows, but flat against his body, digging her sharp nipples into his chest, clutching him in her womanly cradle of loins and cunt.
Jenna trembled from head to foot as if volcanoes were erupting throughout her body. She began chewing on Silo's tongue as her hips undulated wildly.
Orgiurio was madly panting, gasping for breath. The hurried beat hasten6d even more as Mickey's tongue continued washing the juices from both cocks as they frenziedly continued their wild plunging in Jenna 's ass and cunt.
The two pairs of balls were tightly bound up against the men's groins now, and Mickey had even better access to their cocks and Jenna's body. Her tongue could not only touch the other girl's perineum, but part of her ass crack and a bit of her cunt, as well.
Jenna began coming. She came in wild spasms, one immediately following the other, bursting through her body like atomic explosions. And Jenna was capable of anal, as well as cuntal orgasms. The climaxes seemed to alternate between her ass and her cunt, and her body jerked. wildly, tugging on both cocks buried inside her.
'I'm gonna come!" Joe shouted. "I'm gonna come! I can't hold it back any more! Goddamn it, I'm gonna come!" And he came, spewing an ocean of jism into Jenna's ass, making her have one more anal orgasm, causing her to squeeze her sphincter tightly around the man's reaming cock, enhancing the thrill for him even more.
Mickey, with her tongue pressed to the base of Joe's cock, could feel the tube pulsate as he shot his cum into Jenna.
He was all but sobbing now, screaming his passion against Jenna's back, thrilling to the dual
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Never one to be left out of things, Mark Silo suddenly felt his own body tighten. The pressure of Joe's still-stiff cock, added to the clutch of Jenna's greedy, spawning cunt, became too much. He began blasting a geyser of heavy white jism into her frothing depths. His hands clutched her face, pulling it to his as he popped his wad, and he and Jenna took turns trying to bite each other's tongues.
"How does it feel?" Mickey whispered in Joe's ear, lifting her dripping face to his as he continued pressing his shriveling cock into Jenna's tight asshole.
"Fabulous," he muttered. "Terrific. I never thought anything could feel this good." "You'll feel something better a little later," she promised.
"Huh?" was all he could manage, as with tightly shut eyes he felt another charge of cum shoot through his cock.
"Wait until you use my ass," she promised.
He opened his eyes and stared into her sex-hungry face. He, too, was beginning to understand the meaning of unselfishness. He saw the happiness glittering in her eyes; happiness brought on by the fact that he'd had such a terrific climax. She was happy because he had come. Oh, she was some terrific chick, all right. And he was learning more and more about her every moment.
"Love you," he muttered, the first to admit it as he grabbed her head and jammed her mouth to his, kissing her passionately.
Chapter Eight
"I think Mickey's learning all her lessons well," Jenna said, sitting on a small stool near Mickey's dressing table. "Notice how pleased she was to see Joe enjoy his come? She wasn't the least bit jealous because I was the one who brought it on rather than she." "She's a great girl,' Joe agreed, nodding his head. "With a chick like her around, I don't think I'll ever need another broad." "So you say now," Jenna laughed. "But I wonder how you would feel in a year or two; The secret of enjoying someone else for a long period of time is to see to it the one you love enjoys herself, totally, whether she's with you or not. As I said, Mickey has learned this, getting as much pleasure from your orgasm with me as if she'd actually made you come herself. She's not envious any longer because she knows she's capable of giving you the kind of climax you like. And from what I saw earlier, she's discovering the meaning of a total climax, now, so she's no longer worried about your not being able to completely fulfill her.
The only remaining question now is, are you willing to see Mickey give pleasure to Mark without being the overbearing jerk you were before?" "You mean, am I willing to stand by and watch her give it to Mark while doing nothing myself?" "More. Are you hoping to see her enjoy herself while she's doing it?" "Oh shit! Whoever thought it'd come to this?" "How about it, Joe?" Mickey asked.
"If it'll make you really happy," Joe nodded.
"Joe," Jenna said. "You sit on the bed over there. Mickey, Mark and myself are going to play on this bed over here." She pointed to the one on which she had fucked with the two men a few minutes earlier.
Orgiurio obediently went and sat on the other bed. Then Mark was ordered to lie down on the empty bed and Mickey was to straddle him, sitting on his chest, letting her tight, apple-shaped tits stand up over his face. Once the two had assumed their positions, Jenna went over to Mickey and began caressing her solid tits, using her thumbs and forefingers to rub both nipples until they were thick with blood. Mickey began rubbing her hot, moist cunt back and forth on Silo's chest, and moved even faster when Jenna began sucking her nipples.
"Delicious," Jenna murmured, lifting her mouth from the left tit.
She had Mickey get off Silo and lie back on the bed. Then she continued sucking Mickey's left nipple, but with an open mouth. Silo knelt beside her and began using his tongue to touch Jenna's, so the two tongue-lashed at one another around Mickey's nipple, driving the redhead insane with passion.
Now and again their heads lifted and their lips pressed together in a strong kiss. But then their mouths came apart and returned to the sucking of
Mickey's nipple. And after a while their mouths moved to her right nipple.
And then Mark Silo suddenly found himself between the two girls, sandwiched as Jenna had been between himself and Joe earlier, only all three of them were horizontal on the bed with Mickey behind him and Jenna in front of him. He knew it was going to be fun, but he was becoming impatient. Mickey was terrific, but she belonged to Joe. What he was doing now he was doing because Jenna so instructed, and so tar, whatever she had said to them had proven to be a lot of fun. But he wanted to be alone with Jenna. He wanted her attentions strictly for himself. Not that he intended totally monopolizing the woman, but he did want some little time alone, where there was just the two of them. He didn't care if Orgiurio fucked the pretty little ass off Mickey in the meantime. What the hell! He'd go along with it because so far it was lots of fun.
Jenna's hand trickled lightly across his belly, wandering below his waistline, dipping through his black hedge and finally getting down to the throbbing glans of his fiery cock. Her thumb pressed lightly on the spongy flesh as both female bodies pressed against him more closely. And then he was flat on his back, and Mickey was hovering above him on his right, and Jenna was on his left. Jenna had the larger pair of tits, and her left tit was already near his mouth. It looked like a chocolate nubbin when contrasted to the reddish, berry like nipple of Mickey's perfect tit. He opened his mouth and felt the chocolate nipple slide in on the left side. At the same time Mickey moved her body a little lower and the nipple slid into his mouth on the right side. He sucked and scraped his teeth along the swollen buds of delight with unconfined pleasure.
Both girls sighed as his sucking mouth sent static impulses through their nerve centers. His blood filled cock waved through the air like a conductor's baton as Jenna stroked its full length while Mickey began fondling his twice-emptied balls. Even so, the bails were already manufacturing more of the cum for him to unleash. His body twitched torturously because of the tingling manipulations.
And then Jenna pulled her swollen tit from his mouth, letting him give full oral attention to Mickey's delightful boob. In the meantime, he could feel Jenna kissing her way down along his abdomen. Her hand pressed his throbbing cock flat against his belly so her tongue could carefully lick its way along the sensitive underside, lightly following the twisting path of the many veins she could see.
"Oh shit!" Joe murmured, watching the way the girl expertly lapped at the other man's throbbing cock.
"Suck it!" Silo begged. "Suck it good!" But his words were muffled because his mouth was now stuffed with Mickey's firm tit. He had it jammed all the way in to the back of his mouth, and he could feel her nipple teasing the back of his throat.
But Jenna seemed to understand him all the same. The begging tone in his voice came through clearly enough. She surrounded the pulsing cockhead with her lips and jabbed her stiffened tongue into the tiny hole in the tip. It caused him to automatically hump himself forward, jamming his swollen prick all the way into her mouth. He felt his knob slide into her throat, and her gullet closed tightly around it, squeezing it, crushing it, thrilling him immensely.
Then her head slowly lifted off the pulsating cock, her tongue licking wildly, making it twitch back and forth. Her head was up and off his cock, only to be replaced an instant later by Mickey's mouth. Mickey lacked Jenna's expertise. She found it difficult to take his cock into her throat as. Jenna had done, and had to surround the bottom two inches with her hand, jerking violently in rhythm to the way her head bobbed up and down. Her teeth scraped along the tender flesh with just enough pressure to drive Silo absolutely wild. Her lips continued running up and down along the silken outer skin.
And then her mouth was off his cock again and Jenna's mouth was back on. Silo thought he would go insane. Each of them had a different sucking technique. Each was great in her own way. But before he could accustom himself to one of them, she had her mouth off and the other one's mouth had replaced it. It was maddening.
And then Jenna's mouth went lower until she was not only swallowing the full, massive length of his flaming cock, but was able to lick at his sac, as well.
Silo's body went completely out of control. He bounced around wildly as if the bed under his ass had suddenly been set on fire. And now Jenna's mouth was a vacuum; pulling, pulling, pulling His hands reached out wildly, and suddenly Mickey's body was there. He opened his mouth wide and all but chomped down on her tit, as if. trying to tear the nipple off. He bit and chewed and sucked as his hands reached down into the flaming V of her cunt.
"My cunt!" he heard Mickey gasp. "Play with my cunt!" His fingers slid down, touching the pouchy lips of her hot pussy. He could feel the slick inner ridge of her outer cuntlips, and skimmed his fingure lightly along it, making her wriggle furiously. While she writhed, he moved his finger in a little, teasing her blazing inner pussylips with just the right pressure.
Her entire being trembled and shivered spasmodically as she responded to his masterful ministrations.
"My clitoris," she begged: "Rub my clitoris!" It was almost impossible to understand what she was saying as the words came choking out of her. Even so, Silo seemed not to pay attention to her, now clamping his hands on the rounded cheeks of her tight little ass. He pressed down and Mickey seemed anxious to follow the orders of his fingers. She moved along the bed, first down, then up, and finally to a position where she was kneeling with his face inside her sopping, sodden cunt. Her aroused twat flowed with dripping honey as Silo's eyes stared into the oven beyond her open pussy lips.
He applied more pressure to her ass and her knees opened even more widely, forcing her dripping cunt onto his hungry, seeking mouth. His thumbs moved between her thighs, spreading the seething flesh even wider as he buried his mouth into the fiery kiln. His flailing tongue whipped through the frothing interior, touching the satiny walls of her undulating cunt while his forefingers probed into the crease of her rounded ass and pressed against the tight bud of her unopened asshole. Through it all, Silo still had visions of somehow eventually plumbing an asshole.
Mickey's body became a spastic blur, every nerve in her torso wildly convulsing as Silo's tongue came sliding out of her hot cunt and began applying pressure to her solid, button like clit. He sucked the pink pearl into his mouth and pressed it hard between stiffened lips.
A screaming sob squeezed out of Mickey as her senses seemed to erupt. As she rubbed her slick cunt into his hungry mouth, she could feel a forefinger pushing into her asshole, moving in rhythm to the way his tongue was rubbing her flaming clit.
Mickey was wildly pumping her body forward and back, squirming from the dual sensation of having her cunt hungrily eaten and her asshole impaled. The perspiration on her body was a solid sheet of dripping water.
Silo matched her movement, shoving his body straight up, letting his solid cock ride trough the tight grip of Jenna's pistoning lips. All three bodies throbbed in perfect unison as they attached themselves to total pleasure.
Silo pumped his strong body furiously now. He could feel the way Jenna's lips clung to his lancing cock, hungry to once again drain him of his hot cur. This time she wasn't doing it merely to help him come. This time, he could tell, her surrounding lips and tongue were caressing his cock because of the sheer joy she got from doing it. Up his body pumped, shoving his solid cock deep into her throat, running it into her squeezing esophagus, feeling the crushing pressure of her gullet as it tightly pressed around his shivering cock.
Mickey continued riding Silo's face, thrilling to the way his tongue stiffened and knifed into her steaming cunt, sucking out all the womanly syrup she had to offer. He drank long and loud, noisily slurping her cunt-juice deep into his throat and swallowing it.
Without anticipating his oncoming climax, Silo suddenly found the heavy sensation totally overpowering him as he came, blasting a- smaller quantity of jism into Jenna's throat this time, though the sensation was no less intense than his two previous orgasms. He bucked wildly, slamming his pelvis into her lovely face.
Jenna accepted the blistering power of Silo's eruption deep in her gullet, and once again she greedily swallowed the boiling cum. As if her bringing him to his climax were a signal, she saw Mickey beginning to tighten.
Mickey, in a climax of overpowering proportions, stiffened her entire body, her mouth frozen wide open as she rammed her aching cunt against Silo's face. Silo sucked down the heavy cunt-juice with wild eagerness as Jenna's lips continued pulling on his shriveling cock, draining those last, tasty drops of jism issuing forth from within.
Silo's head fell back onto the bed, dropping from between Mickey's thighs. The taste of her pungent cunt was still in his mouth as he licked his lips to better appreciate what he had been able to drink. Mickey's sweet pussy was not only a delight to the eye, with a heavenly scent, but tasted every bit as delicious as it looked.
Now all Silo wanted was to relax as Mickey fell off him and tumbled into the arms of the waiting Joe Orgiurio. Orgiurio saw how beat she was, and hot as he'd become, he realized he'd be better off waiting for her to recover. The twinges of jealousy he had felt would never wholly disappear. But he finally did admit to himself he was glad to see Mickey come off as she had, and aloud he said, "I hope you enjoyed it." "I did," she whispered, completely out of breath. "It was.. . really good. But Joe, don't feel hurt "I'm not hurt," he assured her. "I'm sort of glad you liked it. Hell! I was in no shape to do you justice at that moment, and you really needed what you got. I'm glad he did a good job for you." "See what I mean?" Jenna said to them, her face still only inches from the shrunken cock of Mark Silo. "Now that both of you understand how important it is for the one you love to be satisfied, I've taught you all I can. From here on in, anything goes.
So saying, her mouth returned to surround the soft cock of Mark Silo. Unfulfilled desire was flaming up inside of her, and at this point she no longer wanted Joe Orgiurio to sate them. Joe was hot for Mickey, and it was time he had her. Jenna wanted Silo, who she was certain would bring her to a better climax at this point. She chewed on the shriveled cock, fondling the heavy, wrinkled sac beneath. Her fingers plunged into his asshole, massaging wildly inside, knowing she would eventually bring his cock back to life. It was only a matter of time. Hell! She had shown all the others the way to total fulfillment. Now it was her turn.
"Hey, cool it!" Silo ordered. "I need . . . a little . . . rest." But Jenna ignored his plaintive plea. She had a tightening in her belly, and it urged her on. Her finger, driving deeply into his asshole, was getting to him. The pressure was reactivating the sexual desire within him, and Jenna 's eagerness rapidly increased as she felt the blood filling his limp cock, turning the shriveled worm into a mighty staff. Little by little the pole rose in her mouth, widening as it grew, swelling and filling her oral cavity to its utmost, then stretching deeper into the squeezing confines of her tight throat. She could barely wait for a total hard-on, her cunt aflame with wanton desire. Even as she continued sucking, her hands reached out and found a pillow, which she stuffed under Silo's ass, to raise his loins higher.
Finally the mighty cock was at full mast again. Its red knob blushed with eagerness, as anxious as Jenna to get on with the proceedings.
Jenna pulled her lips off the solid cock and climbed up, surrounding his groin with her thighs as she rested her knees on either side of him. One of her hands still tightly ringed the hairy base of his cock, not wanting to let the blood escape. Already the solid head was a mushroom, anxiously waiting to bury itself in Jenna's seething cunt. Her clutching hand remained tightly locked around the base of his stanchion like joint as the enlarged dome slithered gently into her soaked, hungry cunt. Once the thick cockhead was lodged between her flaming cuntlips, she squeezed her muscles and gripped his throbbing prick as strongly as the jaws of a vise.
Very slowly she began to sink down, lowering her sodden cunt onto the upright staff of his cock. Her ass began moving concentrically, creating even stronger sensations as her blistering pussy sank down the rest of the way, completely engulfing his mighty prick.
Jenna took a deep breath, tightening the muscles in her already flat belly, making it look concave as she began squeezing her cuntal muscles in rhythm to the way she bounced on his hot prick. The pulsating walls of her flaming cunt had the same effect on his cock that a milking machine had on a cow's tit.
Silo's body twitched in spasming jerks as Jenna once again reached down and poked a forefinger into his tight asshole. At the same time she ground her wild cunt in tight, mad circles around his up thrust cock, feeling the way it skewered her hungry body.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed. "Oh God! This is it! This is the really great cock!" The enlarged head of his mighty prick wedged itself deeper and deeper, finally butting against her womb, reaching into the very depths in her sweet cunt. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them.
Jenna dug her fingers of her free hand into one of his hips while the forefinger of the other hand continued knifing into his ass. Her volcanic cunt continued gobbling his cock as she ground her pelvis against his.
Jenna had known it would be good. The instant she had seen the size of Silo's cock she knew it would. be good. But she'd had no idea just how good. The man was an amazing fucking machine. It dawned on her that he had come three times already, and was almost ready for a fourth climax. Hell! This was the kind of guy she had always dreamed about. All the other men she'd known, including the Kane brothers, lacked the stamina possessed by Mark Silo. Hell! Nothing lasted forever. Jenna knew that. But for now, while she knew Mark was around and enchanted with her, she intended making full use of his stamina. Christ! What a man! Indescribable sensations were erupting in brilliant white flashes within her.
"God!" she screamed. "God!" She was gasping, her body quaking and totally out of control as she rode hell-for-leather against him. "God almighty, it's too much!" she screamed. "I feel as if my guts are exploding!" But too much was still not enough for Jenna Murray. Her body increased its mad pace, spinning more and more feverishly and frantically on his swollen cock. Every muscle in her aching body was tight, and all her pores were wide open, the perspiration pouring out in steady rivers, as her approaching orgasm neared its summit.
"Here it comes!" she announced. "Here it came, here it comes, oh God! Here it comes! Ahhhhh!" It. was an overpowering, tumultuous, wild sensation, rippling trough every part of her body. And it all culminated in a crushing explosion tearing through her groin. To her surprise and pleasure, it was the first in a series of wild orgasms, each one building a little higher than the previous one, making her entire body jerk and wriggle in a reverberating series of mad eruptions, each stronger and more powerful than its predecessor.
The finger in Silo's asshole came popping out, and all ten of Jenna's fingernails began digging into his chest, scratching him madly as she went completely out of control.
The sensations proved much too much for Mark Silo, and he had his fourth and final explosion of the night, a wild, insane outpouring of what little bit of jism remained, but with an unequaled sensation. He spun his body from side to side, tightly gripping Jenna's hips, holding her so strongly she fell forward and slammed her full, bloated tits against his flat, almost hairless chest.
Their mouths came together. Jenna could taste the remaining sweetness from Mickey's hot cunt, while Silo could taste his own residue still in her mouth. Hell! As long as it was his own, he didn't care! Their mouths tore apart and she pressed her lips to his ear, breathing jets of flaming air into it as she whispered, "There has to be more of this, Mark. It can't end tonight." Though he was incapable of uttering any sounds at that point, Mark Silo completely agreed with her. He had found her to be as fabulous as she had found him. He'd be damned if he'd just wave goodbye after a session like this one. Hell! She put all the Carol Warners in the world to shame. No overpowering pangs of conscience took possession of her. To this chick, the all-time greatest experience was just that, a great experience, and not something to feel sorry about afterward. There would be more sessions. Silo knew there would be many more sessions. How long it would last didn't even enter his mind. The important thing was that it happened.
Totally exhausted, Jenna fell asleep on top of Silo. He was completely whacked out himself, and with his last bit of strength glanced at Joe Orgiurio, who was madly fucking into Mickey. As the two of them came simultaneously, he fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
Saturday morning Mickey awoke before the others and lay against the sleeping Joe Orgiurio. She felt the closeness of his naked body snuggled next to hers, and it gave her a feeling of security. In the next bed she could see Jenna still on top of Mark Silo. Neither of them had moved during the night, and his half-hard cock was still partially lodged in her moist cunt.
It had been one helluva night, all right. Mickey had learned a lot about Joe; but, more important, she had learned a lot about herself. Right now, Joe was all she wanted. She wanted to gut herself with him. Maybe she would eventually tire of him and go looking elsewhere. And maybe he'd get tired of her and cut out. But it was better to enjoy him now, and let him enjoy her rather than to avoid him for fear of what might happen in the future.
Thinking about the wild events of the previous night, she realized she was hotter than hell. God! Was this what an excess of sex did to her? The more she got the more she needed? She had always kept herself under control before. Now, suddenly, she found herself with an uncontrollable craving. She wanted Joe Orgiurio to satisfy that craving, but if he couldn't, she'd take Mark Silo. And if he couldn't, she'd go out into the street and grab the first man passing by.
Tenderly she touched Joe's sleeping face. She liked the masculine maturity that seemed to radiate from him, especially the sideburns which gave his face that chiseled-from-granite appearance.
Her hand moved lower, running through the carpet of hair on his chest. She almost had a sadistic urge to yank a handful out.
Then her fingers moved lower, rubbing his flat stomach, making him move a little in his sleep. A smile broke across his face when her hand got to his shaggy pelvis. When she finally touched his cock it was already hard. It made her own body come to life, and she caressed it gently, slowly, lingeringly.
Now she began fondling the solid cockhead, feeling the difference in the texture of the flesh as compared to the silken smoothness of the shaft. She felt his body move, responding pleasurably even as he slept as her hand continued fondling the glans and shaft of the rigid cock between his thighs.
He was moving a little more now, and she realized it would be a matter of seconds before he woke up. Well hell! Let him wake up to the feel of something really nice. She took one of his hands and placed it carefully between her thighs, letting it rest on the spilt-peach opening of her moist cunt.
Orgiurio moaned, then sighed as his fingers rubbed her creaming snatch automatically. Matching the movement of his fingers, she curled her own hand around his enlarged cock and began tugging, a gentle, stimulating movement.
Turning more toward him, she saw his eyes open and the smile that played across his lips. Wanton desire was already kindled in his eyes as he said, "Can't get enough cock anymore, huh?" "Nope," she smiled back. "Can't get nearly enough. I need more. D'you have some to give?" "Boy, do I have some," he laughed. "And it's all for you, Mickey-baby, it's all for you." Her hand opened and pushed down a little further so she could surround his balls as their mouths came together in a tongue-dueling soul kiss. Her hair splayed out on the pillow behind her, making her appear to have a halo.
Orgiurio's free hand went looking for Mickey's lush, apple-shaped tits. He found them and began massaging and caressing until he was satisfied both nipples were hard and thick with desire.
"You have beautiful tits," he murmured into her mouth between kisses.
"They're too small," she complained. "Uh-uh. They're just right. They'll always stay round and firm. They'll never sag." He glanced down at the two perfect pyramids of tasty flesh, now even better-looking during the day than they'd been at night. Sunlight was slanting across the bed from the window across the room, making her nipples glisten. They seemed to swell every time his eyes touched them, and then his palm was lightly caressing them again, feeling the way her sensuous body shivered with delight as he smoothed his hand across the soft skin, and then pinched the ripe berry of her nipple between his fingers.
Mickey sighed and tried pressing her lips to his, but he had moved his head lower, his mouth seeking one of her full, firm tits while his hand continued roughly caressing the other one.
His lips and tongue sucked greedily on the nipple as if trying to drink, the hot milk of desire from her wanton body.
Sitting up a little, he ran the flat of his tongue over the very peaks of each nipple, feeling the way the rubbery nubbin rasped against his oral probe. Mickey sighed again as rapture trickled through her blood vessels and nerves to the ends of her extremities. Without realizing it, she tightened her grip on Orgiurio's cock, squeezing it, feeling the hard throbbing mass it had become. Her hand pulled at it with stronger strokes as her head revolved with thrilling pleasure.
Joe took his mouth from her nipples and returned to kissing her lips, letting his tongue leap between them into her own mouth, building her desire to where she was already longing to feel his hot, hard cock lance into the deepest part of her cunt.
"Joe, I love you," Mickey sighed. "I really love you.
"That makes it mutual," he murmured, slowly sliding down, letting his tongue trail between her tits to her belly. He stopped for a moment, letting the point of his tongue delve into her navel, and Mickey, already anticipating what was to follow, began trembling with lust. His tongue began sliding through her briar patch of red hair, once more heading for that luscious cleft topped by her clitoris. His tongue tip touched the quivering clit ever so lightly, and the sudden, jolting contact sent a bolt of lightning through her inflamed body.
"Jo-o-o-oe," she murmured, and the murmur changed to the purr of a cat as his tongue began to sweep up and down, knifing in and out of her savory cunt, lashing from side to side, licking and swabbing the soft, tender, gaping entrance to her pussy.
"Oh my God!" she squealed, trembling and shaking. "Oh my God!" His tongue was literally wiping her dripping cunt, running up and down, lapping out the delicious ooze, drinking it down. Slow, sensual, upward thrusts of her lovely hips corresponded to the cadence he was setting with, his talented tongues Now he began licking with greater speed, shoving his face more deeply inside her tender pussy. The aromatic scent of her cunt filled his nose, making him crave her all the more.
His tongue sliced through the smooth, slick surfaces of her leaking cunt walls, searching as far back inside as it could go. Then out it came, rubbing the cuntlips up and down, removing any pussy-oil just recently released, after which it would massage the pink button of her cut for a few seconds, and then seek the deepest depths of her cunt again.
Mickey was bouncing wildly on the bed, ramming her hips up with tremendous ferocity. She could feel his nose and mouth digging into her flaming cunt. She shut her thighs and felt the heavy rasp of his whiskers.
Without altering the rhythm in which he was licking into her sweet cunt, Joe lifted a leg and swung around and let it drop on the other side of her face, so her beautiful head was now between his knees, directly beneath his dangling cock. Instantly aware of the movement, Mickey stared up at the mighty poker swinging directly over her face, looking much like the boom of a crane. Her hands, which had been pressing on his curly hair, forcing his head deeper into her flaming mint, let go and reached for the magnificent cock. Able to see it clearly, she could admire the perfect shape of the large prick. And it looked every bit as tasty now as it had the previous night. Reaching up, she grabbed it and pulled him down, guiding the marvelous cock to her lips. Even as she pressed the cockhead against her lips she could taste the juices from within, lubricating the round, purple: dome. She licked the head, and more of the oily substance seeped from the hole in the glans.
More, she thought. She had to have more.
Her tongue flashed tantalizingly over the taut, drum like cockhead as she pressed the solid knob between her lips. She felt Orgiurio shudder as his face pressed against her soaking cunt while his tongue delved as far into her as it could go, making her writhe wildly. Her mouth opened wide, and Joe, with a sudden downward stroke of his loins, slammed the full length of his solid cock deep into her throat. Before she could gag, he balanced himself on his knees and tugged the heavy spike of flesh out again, after which he settled into a regular rhythm of inward thrusts and outward withdrawals, jamming the cock down her throat again and again, as if with each injection he was giving her sustenance.
The long, solid cock continued plunging in and out of her taut mouth, becoming slick with saliva as Orgiurio strained with passion to come.
His eager, continued inward plungings spurred her to greater attempts at bringing him pleasure. Her lips closed tightly around the solid mass of flesh, wildly sucking as her esophagus opened more and more with each thrust to accept the cockhead more easily. At one point he could feel her lip massaging the base of his cock above his scrotum while her fingers were teasing the skin just under his balls. His nuts were jiggling with the strong motion of his body, and the hairs on the sac were tickling her face.
Every now and again Joe could feel the tantalizing scrape of her teeth as they ran over the velvet flesh of his cock's shank. Goddamn, but those teeth would make him come before she had her own orgasm! He yanked his waving cock from her mouth, spun around, positioned himself above her, and said, "I'm gonna strangle you with my cock the hard way, coming up from your pussy!" "Sure," she mocked, but her thighs were widely spread apart and her cunt-juice was all but splashing out of her.
Orgiurio poised for one second to line his cock up with her cunt. Once he was certain the head was trapped inside her tight pussy, he rammed forward, hard and straight.
"Wow!" was all Mickey could exclaim, jolted, feeling the way he'd run the huge cock into her.
One of the things continually binding them together was Orgiurio's need to be sadistic, and Mickey's masochism. Each was able to appreciate the quality of the other.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me hard and fuck me deep! Just keep on kicking me until I scream." "Maybe," Joe smiled, leering into her face. "Maybe I'll fuck you, or maybe I'll put it out and jerk off in front of you, shooting my cum all over the bed." As he spoke he began pulling back, and the slithery retreat within her cuntal container made Mickey anguished. Her cunt muscles closed tightly around the withdrawing cock, clutching it as certainly as any hand as she begged, 'No, Joe! No! Don't take it away from me! Feed me that wonderful cock! Please! Let me have all of it! I'll do whatever you want whenever you want! Just don't take that prick away from me!" "Are you sure?" Joe teased, drawing his cock back just a little bit more. "Are you positive you want the old Orgiurio pecker filling you all the time?" He writhed on top of her, letting the mighty cock slither about inside her cunt without either moving forward or back, sadistically keeping his cock from moving within her hungering, yearning depths, letting her feel just enough cock to set off an explosion of rising passion within her. "Please, Joe," she begged. "Please. I want it now, and I'll always want it. Don't ever take it away from me again." "Beg me," Orgiurio told her, smiling down at her, letting his cock ride back and forth about an inch.
Mickey thought she'd go completely insane.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Oh fuck meeeeee!" She was wailing, pleading, in the beginning of a ritual they would share for a long time to come. She was yelling, hurling her loins up against him with a vigor he could no longer refuse.
She was at the very edge of hysteria, ready to surround him with her lush white thighs and ride her cunt straight along his cock until it filled the total emptiness of her broiling pussy. Orgiurio realized it was time, and slammed his hips forward and down, literally stabbing his cock into her as if he were killing her. And then they began to gyrate wildly, one against the other in a wild, continuous beat of belly-slapping.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me, fuck it to me, fuck it to me!" she kept chanting as he plunged his cock in and out, again and again.
She sighed with pleasure and satisfaction as Orgiurio's solid cock chugged to the deepest part of her rolling cunt, running in with lightning speed. He was so far in, Mickey was certain the bulbous dome was somewhere in her belly.
With strong pressure she strained her thighs wider apart and just as suddenly wrapped them strongly around his hairy asscheeks, as if to keep him locked into her. Her heels kicked his ass again and again as he continued attacking her seething snatch, ramming his cock in over and over. His breath was beginning to run out. That was ridiculous. He had never so much as breathed heavily when fucking a woman before, Mickey
'44 included. But suddenly his breath was beginning to get away from him. Her thighs, which had been pressing against his hips, were now around his waist, and the grip they had on. him was a death grip.
"Go, go, go!" she kept urging him on, her body pounding madly against his as his cock seemed to swell to greater size inside her. And now she wanted even more.
She began twisting, while keeping him locked in the confines of her simmering cunt. Her breath, like his, was coming in short gasps as her ass. hammered wildly against his thighs. She could feel his solid cock mushrooming to greater thickness inside her, not only filling her cuntal container, but actually forcing the walls to sketch even further. And still she remained unsatisfied, urging him to fuck faster.
She began tightening and loosening the grip around his ribs, and Joe was thankful for being allowed to once again breathe. He was shaken, unable to understand what had suddenly come over Mickey. It was as if some kind of demon had taken possession of her. He couldn't believe she was the same timid, anxious to learn girl he had first initiated into the joys of sex. God! Had he created same kind of fucking monster? Suddenly he could feel a tightening in the muscles of her cunt. As it was, her cuntlips had a stranglehold on his cock. Now they threatened to shear it from the rest of his body they clutched so tightly to him. Mickey's ass was going into a mad dance on the bed, and the 'Fuck it to me" chant suddenly changed to "Here I come, here I come, here I come, come, come, commmme .
Her arms and legs surrounded him as her inner cuntlips squeezed his powerful cock as she began rolling all over the bed. Her mouth was all over his face, kissing him, biting him, sucking his flesh as her fingernails dug into his back, squeezing him so tightly to her it was almost as if each had melted into the other.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried as convulsions of rapture roared through her body like rivers of fire. "Joe," she whispered, her lips pressed to his ear. "Come with me, Joe. Make it the all-time great orgasm. Come with me!" And all the while her tight, crushing cuntal walls squeezed, frying to milk the jism from his moving cock.
Joe was almost totally out of breath as he huffed and puffed above her, sweat pouring from his forehead and face to fall in heavy drops into her hair and onto the pillow under her head as his testicles, like mighty wrecking balls, slammed against the tightly closed crack in her ass, and theft bodies came together with wild unimaginable fury.
Joe paused for an instant, finding he had to in order to draw breath. He could feel the wild sensation building in his loins. Now if only he could hold out long enough. And then he tightened his thighs as though he had pulled back the hammer on an old-fashioned Colt .45 and was ready to yank the trigger. His massive prick slammed into her with a final, overpowering lunge, and then he exploded, pumping loads of newly manufactured cum into her blazing cunt. The jism spurted straight in, a mad, uncontrollable stream, blasting into her as his heavy cock pulsated like a fire hose gone out of control for what seemed a glorious infinity of time.
The heavy outpouring of hot cum set off another series of orgasms in Mickey's cunt. She bucked and bounced as she felt herself blown into a thousand pieces. She seemed to lighten her cunt like a vise, squeezing the last drop of cum from his cock.
A final sigh shivered through Joe's body as he all but collapsed on top of Mickey, murmunng, "You're special, you're really special! Oh God! Are you special!" Mickey smiled and drifted off to sleep with Joe on top of her.
Chapter Ten
A month passed, and Joe Orgiurio suddenly became the hottest salesman in the Incidental Insurance Company. No one knew what it was that spurred him on, but he was selling like a demon, suddenly finding himself able to convince people to purchase whole life plans. And the sales were good, binding contracts, usually with annual premiums, so there was no worry about first-year lapses.
Mark Silo was right behind Orgiurio, and the other salesmen began whispering how the two of them were conspiring to drive the rest of them out of the business. But neither Silo nor Orgiurio cared what the others thought.
The truth of the matter was, each had found something to push him on. Each sold as well as he did because he had to make a future for himself. Orgiurio had monopolized all of Mickey's time since that fateful night he and Silo had burst into her home and found her and Jenna eating each other's cunts. And the oddest thing was, unlike all the other girls, Mickey was far from tiresome. The more he got to know her, the more he liked her. The more time they spent together, the more time he wanted to spend with her. Even being near her while working in the office was a kind of blessing.
Mickey felt the same way about him. Without realizing it, she really was falling madly in love with him. She looked forward to seeing him every morning in the office. And she could hardly wait until after office hours to be alone with him.
Though they fucked wildly most of the time they were together, they soon discovered the pleasure of being in each other's company without getting physical. It was enough just to be with each other. And, as Jenna had predicted, the more they loved one another, the less jealous each became of the other.
But it was Joe who had to learn the final lesson, not Mickey. Mickey was more than content with her relationship with Joe, and no longer thought of seeking out other men. It never occurred to her Joe might still have a yearning to wander, but even if it had, she loved him enough she would have wished him total fulfillment.
Joe, on the other hand, was unable to understand why he was so happy with Mickey. He was used to playing a large field and fucking at least three different women a week. Since making it with Mickey the second time, he had seen her, and only her. True, he had gotten in a lot more fucking with Mickey than he would have with three different women a week. Still, something nagged at the back of his mind. Why didn't he want to fuck another broad? What was happening to him? What made him content to plumb the same cunt night after night? The questions continued revolving in his head day after day, even tough he did nothing about seeking out other women. Still, it bothered him those times he drove from one insurance appointment to another.
His problem was finally resolved on a Friday afternoon. He had received a reply to one of the many mailers he sent out. A Miss Adrienne Tanibler had sent back a reply stating her need for an insurance savings plan. Joe had phoned her, set up an appointment with her for Friday afternoon, and when the time came, hurried out there.
He pulled his Corvette up in front of the apartment building whose address was on the reply, and taking his briefcase, went in. The hall had a clean, Lysol smell about it as he examined the mailboxes to see which apartment Miss Tambler occupied. It was one on the first floor. At least he wouldn't have to climb stairs.
Going through the open lobby door, Orgiurio, in his neatly pressed gray suit, strode confidently toward the apartment. When he reached it, he pushed the bell, and a moment later the door was opened.
Before him stood one of the most intriguing blondes he'd seen in a long while. Her hair was very long, running well below her shoulder blades down her back. She was wearing a tight halter of some kind of red and white see-through material, and Joe saw through. He saw trough to a pair of tits larger than those he'd remembered Jenna Murray sporting. He could make out the light-brown nipples and large areolas through the flimsy material, and it set his anxious cock to growing. Her bare midriff was a deep tan, like her face. She wasn't what he would have called beautiful, but she had that sexual aura about her that said "Let's fuck". The hips beneath her dungaree shorts were ample, and she had nice legs. Immediately Joe felt an urge he had suppressed for quite a while, and this time he didn't want to suppress it.
"Come on in,," she invited, holding the door wide.
He nodded and stepped into the living room of a three-room apartment. The kitchen was immediately to the left of the living room. He usually did business in the kitchen, sitting around a table. But he had the distinct impression this was one chick who didn't go for kitchens. Instead, they went directly into the living room and sat on the sofa against the near wall.
They talked for a while, Orgiurio able to determine she was earning a good enough living to afford a small savings plan. But all the while they talked he had the urge to reach out and grab those tits. She knew it, too. He could tell by the amused look in her eyes that she was fully aware of what was happening to him.
Shit! She was a cock-teaser. Who the hell wanted anything to do with one of those? Surprisingly, she liked his idea of the size of the policy he had to offer, and she accepted the plan, He filled out the application while she made out a check. She signed the app, and he put it away with the check in his briefcase. Then he zipped it up and prepared to go.
"I'll bet you work pretty hard," she said.
"Hard enough," he acknowledged.
"Why don't you rest awhile, unless you have another appointment." "No more appointments today," he admitted.
"Well then, relax," she offered, getting off, the couch, kneeling down in front of him, and taking off his shoes.
Orgiurio was no dummy. She was making a direct offer. It was straightforward, and he intended handling it the same way.
Reaching down, he grabbed the nape of her neck and hauled her up on the sofa beside him. She came easily, and when he pressed his mouth to hers, he found her lips wide apart, her tongue ready and waiting to do battle with his. Her arms twined around his neck, squeezing his face even closer to hers, trying to fuse it to hers as if it were molten metal. His fingers were already caressing her shoulders on their way down to the swell of her large, solid tits. And all the while their tongues continued dancing together. He could hear her making tiny, thrilled sounds in her throat.
His excited cock, already hard, became ramrod stiff as it poked against the tight pants of his suit. The woman was already removing his jacket and tossing it on the floor. Wild sensations of desire flooded trough his balls, almost overwhelming him. Odd that a little tingling in the back of his brain kept trying to restrain him. He did his best to ignore it.
"Let's go into the bedroom," she whispered when she was able to pull her mouth from his.
He nodded his assent, and the two rose together and entered the bedroom. It had a large double bed with a window on either side. Adrienne pulled down the shades while he shut the bedroom door. There was no one else in the apartment, but Orgiurio was a man who liked to insure his privacy whenever possible. Then he turned to face her, and saw she had removed her shorts and halter.
She stood in front of him, totally nude, once more making his hot cock strain against his pants. He could already feel the hot, sticky drops of juice oozing out of the pulsing dome, wetting the stretched material of his shorts.
She stood with her legs spread apart, her arms akimbo, thrusting those monumental tits toward him as if daring him to play with tern. The tip of her wet pink tongue raced across her lips.
The wet lips of her cunt protruded toward him, also, barely hidden by the blonde fuzz on her snatch. He could see the pink gash between the pouting lips of her cunt, and in the afternoon sunlight the juice leaking from between them made everything glisten with a shimmering sheen. Those high, perfectly oval boobs stabbed out at him like twin hillocks waiting for the caress of his hands.
Orgiurio stared at her and once again shut out the little signal at the back of his brain. Her hands were already sliding up and down her taut body, stroking her belly and massaging her sweet cunt. When she got to her throbbing cunt, she began to stroke it, whispering, "Come on, take it, its all yours.
Orgiurio waited no longer. He removed his clothing hastily, revealing his long, thick, hard cock to her. He could tell by the way her eyes bugged out that she hadn't expected anything quite that long.
"Oh Christ!" she muttered. "Let's not waste time with preliminaries. I want that thing buried in me to the hilt!" She lay down on the bed, parting her tanned thighs, revealing the full pouch of her trickling cunt in all its beauty. Orgiurio hopped onto the bed beside her, sweeping her into his arms, crushing her mouth to his, feeling his throbbing cock rub against her thighs. Shit! She smelled good, really good, and he didn't give a damn about whatever it was his mind was trying to convey. All he knew was that he wanted her and he wanted her now.
Her soft tits shoved themselves against his chest as he rained hot, heavy kisses on her face and throat. His hands moved over the fullness of her luscious globes, then slid down the flat plane of her belly and around to her tight- ass. He cupped her asscheeks, then squeezed them hard. She responded by breathing hotly into his ear. Her tongue flicked in and out, driving him crazy.
Her hand was reaching down between their tightly crushed bodies, seeking and finally locating the solid hardness of his cock. He shuddered as the hot tips of her fingers surrounded his solid prick, and once again their mouths came together as their tongues beat violently at one another. Still holding his stiff cock, she ground her pelvis against his, hard, letting his balls feel the wet, slick promise of her oozing cunt slit. Then she jerked herself backward, tugging herself underneath him, spreading her thighs as wide as possible, impatiently waiting for his cock to attack.
One hand was running wildly up and down his body while the other constantly tugged his cock into position, finally nosing it into the fur-lined crack of her parted cuntlips. She arched her body for an instant levering his weight up along with hers. Then with one hand she used her fingers to part her pussy lips even wider while the other had forced the nozzle of his great flesh hose inside. His shivering cock made strong contact with the soft inner flesh of her steaming cunt, and then rammed in the rest of the way, making her gasp with delight. The full length of his cock now lay simmering in the sodden, flaming depths of her cunt.
Orgiurio continued kissing her, letting his hands run up and down her spine, counting the little bones making up her backbone. She pressed her full, swollen tits against his hairy chest, then rippled her belly until it pressed against his, feeling her teeming cunt suck his full length of solid prick all the way in again and again. He could feel her muscles straining under her tanned flesh. She moved as it she had been constructed simply for fucking and nothing else. Her entire body moved sinuously in a mad fucking beat.
"It feels good in there," she whispered.
"Why?" he asked, curious as he began pumping long, heavy strokes into her.
"Because I need a good cock," was her reply. "Am I asking too much of you?"
Breathing heavily, his. mind on fire, that nagging in his brain still bothering him, Orgiurio shut his eyes, crushed his mouth to hers, and throwing most of his weight forward, let his hands slide down until they'd cupped the full, solid cheeks of her ass. It forced her juicy fuck hole even more tightly against his body, and he could feel those sucking cuntlips trying for his balls. He rammed his cock in and out of her soaked slit, feeling it grow hotter and more aroused as her passion increased. Her hips began a mad rotation against his throbbing prick, until her calves, suddenly and without warning, lashed out on either side of him, locking themselves against his ass, squeezing him even more tightly against her.
He began ramming his flaming cock into her with uncontrolled urgency, matching the grinding force of her aching cunt, groaning as he felt her hands caress his ass and press into his crack as his pumping cock continued chugging through the full dept of her sucking snatch. His pelvis could feel her light, fleecy muff tickle his pecker base. The pressure in his balls was overwhelming, and he knew he couldn't hold it back any longer. Shit! If she couldn't come now, it was her tough luck. He was going to blast his cum into the deepest part of her cunt, and right now.
Flexing his hips with a maddening thrust, he drove his mighty, steel-hard cock as far into her sucking pussy as he could, shoving it into the wetly gaping maw of her gobbling, prick-swallowing cunt, slamming it home with spine-splintering force.
"Ohhhhh Jeeeesussss!" she screamed beneath him, a scream of total animal passion.
Orgiurio felt her flaming, slavering cunt slide slickly and burningly up around his prick, as if it were actually swallowing it whole, pulling it into the far reaches of her belly. Her oily cunt walls greased the way. The swollen head of his cock was slamming into the neck of her womb, harshly and angrily ramming against the cervical opening as if trying to get inside. His balls were tight and drawn up into his body, squeezing into his groin with such pressure they would shortly blow up. His fingers squeezed the tanned cheeks of her ass, kneading and all but bruising her fine flesh. She squirmed under him, making him realize how pliant and crushing her tight cunt really was. Her asscheeks bounced up from the bed, matching her need for him as he continued slamming viciously into her. He didn't give a damn whether or not she came. All he cared about was whether or not he'd be able to get his own rocks off.
"You really know how to fuck," she breathed, matching every stroke of his with a counter thrust of her own. "Just keep shoving it in deep and hard, just like that. I'm almost there." He knew she was going to come. He knew it as certainly as he knew his own orgasm was at hand. Well, hell! It looked like he hadn't lost his touch with other women after all. It should have made him overjoyed, but it didn't. That little part of his brain was annoying him, chastising him, shaming him for using his cock on this strange woman when he had the most perfect female in the world waiting for him later that evening. Damn! Damn! Damn! When the hell had he developed a conscience? Adrienne was rotating her lush hips from side to side, thrashing madly around the solid cock lodged in her creaming cunt, pressed as far up into her quivering belly as it would go. Her pussy walls were contracting in time to the rhythmic way he was fucking into her, its multitude of tiny muscles squeezing and crushing, hungrily tasting the swollen cock he continued pressing into her. The watery lips of her down-lined omit continued clutching tightly to the magnificent prick riding between them, twitching every time they kissed the base of his cock.
Adrienne was groaning wildly, and Joe felt his throbbing cock expand to an even greater thickness and knew this was it. The orgasm could be held off no longer. Her sweaty, clasping thighs held his hips so tightly he would never have been able to move had there not been perspiration lubricating them.
Her face was contorted as her eyes rolled widely open, and then her calves were no longer around his ass, but all the way up almost around his neck, pulling her thighs all the more widely open, exposing more and more of her sensitive inner cunt as she squiggled her hips under him in a crazed, uncontrolled dance of wild rapture, screaming out her climax to him.
Orgiurio felt the hot, spurting cunt-juice of her climax spatter around his stiff cock as he continued to brutally batter her body with his, unable to understand what it was that was keeping the jism from spurting from his cock. Jesus! He was already in pain! Her cunt convulsed spasmodically, screwing tightly around the solid meat of his punching cock. She was coming again and again, unable to control herself as his prick refused to shrink but continued jazzing into her at a wild rate.
Orgiurio knew he couldn't take much more of this. He didn't dare pull out. If he did, he would have unbelievable pain running through his groin, not to mention a hard-on of epic proportions which would be more than a little uncomfortable in the tight clothing he wore. The tremendous whirlpool of heat swelling his nuts within the contracted sac was completely unbearable. He was gasping, plunging his solid cock so deeply into her, he was sure he had to be hurting her. He had to come! He had to! And then some deity took pity on him as the hot, sticky load of yam came spurting from his cock, flooding her anguished, raw interior. Like a balm it soothed the spots where friction had all but worn her inner flesh of her cunt away. His solid cock remained buried in her aching tunnel until he'd unloaded every drop of aim.
When he withdrew, he saw his cock was only partially shriveled. He really wasn't surprised. There had been almost no sensation when he'd popped his wad inside the blonde. The gushing had provided more relief than any kind of pleasure.
The blonde wanted him to stay for another round, thrilled to have found such a terrific cocksman. But he refused, telling her he had to take her application back to the office before closing time.
He dressed quickly, an odd, uncomfortable, sensation still in his nuts, and he bade the blonde farewell, and left. She called after him, telling him he was welcome back any time he pleased. But he knew he wouldn't be back. He could never go back to any other woman without Mickey at least knowing about it.
He was trapped all right. He was so trapped, he'd never be able to make it with another woman without Mickey's prior approval. He realized that now. He was as dominated by her as she was by him.
He hurriedly drove back to the Incidental Insurance office and handed in his application. Mickey was there, working as industriously as ever on the other side of the desk. God! It was so good to see her.
Just before he headed back to his office, she came over and said, "Hi. I see you made the sale." '!Yeah," he nodded, "made the sale." His hand was on the counter, and for a brief second she covered it with hers. And all of a sudden the sensation of orgasm, denied him when he was coming earlier, suddenly shot through him.
He didn't shoot again, but he felt the sensation as surely as if he had popped a load.
Christ! He was trapped all right. But somehow he felt as if he'd never want to escape the trap.
