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.

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