blood escape. Already the solid head was a mushroom, anxiously waiting to bury itself in Jenna's seething cunt. Her clutching hand remained tightly locked around the base of his stanchion like joint as the enlarged dome slithered gently into her soaked, hungry cunt. Once the thick cockhead was lodged between her flaming cuntlips, she squeezed her muscles and gripped his throbbing prick as strongly as the jaws of a vise.
Very slowly she began to sink down, lowering her sodden cunt onto the upright staff of his cock. Her ass began moving concentrically, creating even stronger sensations as her blistering pussy sank down the rest of the way, completely engulfing his mighty prick.
Jenna took a deep breath, tightening the muscles in her already flat belly, making it look concave as she began squeezing her cuntal muscles in rhythm to the way she bounced on his hot prick. The pulsating walls of her flaming cunt had the same effect on his cock that a milking machine had on a cow's tit.
Silo's body twitched in spasming jerks as Jenna once again reached down and poked a forefinger into his tight asshole. At the same time she ground her wild cunt in tight, mad circles around his up thrust cock, feeling the way it skewered her hungry body.
'Oh God!' she exclaimed. 'Oh God! This is it! This is the really great cock!'
The enlarged head of his mighty prick wedged itself deeper and deeper, finally butting against her womb, reaching into the very depths in her sweet cunt. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them.
Jenna dug her fingers of her free hand into one of his hips while the forefinger of the other hand continued knifing into his ass. Her volcanic cunt continued gobbling his cock as she ground her pelvis against his.
Jenna had known it would be good. The instant she had seen the size of Silo's cock she knew it would. be good. But she'd had no idea just how good. The man was an amazing fucking machine. It dawned on her that he had come three times already, and was almost ready for a fourth climax. Hell! This was the kind of guy she had always dreamed about. All the other men she'd known, including the Kane brothers, lacked the stamina possessed by Mark Silo. Hell! Nothing lasted forever. Jenna knew that. But for now, while she knew Mark was around and enchanted with her, she intended making full use of his stamina. Christ! What a man!
Indescribable sensations were erupting in brilliant white flashes within her.
'God!' she screamed. 'God!' She was gasping, her body quaking and totally out of control as she rode hell-for- leather against him. 'God almighty, it's too much!' she screamed. 'I feel as if my guts are exploding!'
But too much was still not enough for Jenna Murray. Her body increased its mad pace, spinning more and more feverishly and frantically on his swollen cock. Every muscle in her aching body was tight, and all her pores were wide open, the perspiration pouring out in steady rivers, as her approaching orgasm neared its summit.
'Here it comes!' she announced. 'Here it came, here it comes, oh God! Here it comes! Ahhhhh!'
It. was an overpowering, tumultuous, wild sensation, rippling trough every part of her body. And it all culminated in a crushing explosion tearing through her groin. To her surprise and pleasure, it was the first in a series of wild orgasms, each one building a little higher than the previous one, making her entire body jerk and wriggle in a reverberating series of mad eruptions, each stronger and more powerful than its predecessor.
The finger in Silo's asshole came popping out, and all ten of Jenna's fingernails began digging
into his chest, scratching him madly as she went completely out of control.
The sensations proved much too much for Mark Silo, and he had his fourth and final explosion of the night, a wild, insane outpouring of what little bit of jism remained, but with an unequaled sensation. He spun his body from side to side, tightly gripping Jenna's hips, holding her so strongly she fell forward and slammed her full, bloated tits against his flat, almost hairless chest.
Their mouths came together. Jenna could taste the remaining sweetness from Mickey's hot cunt, while Silo could taste his own residue still in her mouth. Hell! As long as it was his own, he didn't care!
Their mouths tore apart and she pressed her lips to his ear, breathing jets of flaming air into it as she whispered, 'There has to be more of this, Mark. It can't end tonight.'
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.
CHAPTER NINE
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.
