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