"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.