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.