Ray Strong - Sucker virgin

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.

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.