Ray Strong

Sucker virgin

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CHAPTER ONE

"Are you telling me you want me to fuck you?" Joe Orgiurio asked.

Joe was a tall, handsome, twenty-five-year-old man with rugged-looking features, wavy brown hair, and a solid, muscular body. At that moment his virile physique was covered by a form-fitting pepper-brown suit, with a rich chocolate-brown tie and a white shirt.

There wasn't a woman working for Incidental Insurance who hadn't stared after him, dreaming of feeling his solid cock buried in her teeming cunt. But until that early Monday morning, none of the other girls had been courageous enough to confront Joe and tell him exactly what she wanted.

The girl to whom Joe was talking was Michail "Mickey" Conforte, one of the most desirable young redheads ever put on earth. Mickey was a natural redhead, something only she and her parents knew at that moment. Her face was a pretty picture, with hazel eyes, a short nose, full rich lips, and loads of freckles. But her body was something other girls envied her. She had an active

metabolism, which meant she didn't have to watch her diet, and though she continually ate and ate, her round, apple-shaped tits pushed against the confining harness of her white bra, stretching her almost-transparent pink blouse to its strained limit. Her waistline was less than twenty inches, blossoming out into lush, full hips and tight, slender thighs barely covered by an aqua miniskirt. Her knees were round without appearing to be bony, and her calves had a perfect swell to them, tapering into trim ankles, leading, in turn to dainty feet encased in white heels.

Mickey had a habit of wrinkling her pretty little nose like a bunny, and each time she did it, more than one cock, hidden by the confines of trousers, rose to full mast in horny salute. The men who worked in the Incidental Insurance office would have been more than anxious to get into her delightful body had they any idea what was going on in her mind.

What had been going on in Mickey's mind was something rather basic. Here she was nineteen, almost twenty, and because of her parents' strictness, not only had never been fucked, but had never so much as had her tits squeezed. It was becoming annoying, especially to one like Mickey, who came from a family with very hot blood.

Morals were different today, and not like they had been in her mother's day when a woman had to preserve her pristine purity for her husband's pleasure. In other words, a girl had to marry without trying out the proper cock, and hope the man she was marrying knew how to use that prong of his so it not only made babies, but gave an adequate amount of pleasure.

Mickey's mother had been more than fortunate in that her husband turned out to be one of the world's best cockmen. But Mickey knew better than to hope she might be equally lucky. No, there

was not going to be any element of risk in her life. She wanted to test the various cocks of the men with whom she'd be going out, not to mention feeling a few others, on the side. This was the age of enlightenment, and she'd be damned if she'd be tied dawn by old-fashioned morals. Hell, she wanted her husband to be a good provider, a good dancer, a man who could appreciate her for herself, but above all, he had to fuck in such a way that she received maximum satisfaction at all times.

The only way Mickey would be able to discover these qualities would be to test them, one by one. There would be no problem as to his being a provider. Mickey invariably learned what a man did for a living before even considering a date with him. If a man was earning in the vicinity of at least three hundred a week, with prospects for pay increases with the passage of time, she dated him. She purposely let the man see her in her worst clothing, usually on a Sunday afternoon, to see his reaction to her, rather than to what she wore. If he passed the Sunday-afternoon test, she would go out the following Saturday evening with him and see what kind of dancer he was. But there the tests ended.

Mickey wanted to be laid, re-laid, parlayed, and, if necessary, filleted, but she knew she ran a great risk if the first man to fuck her realized she was a virgin. Then he might become conscience-stricken, and either run away, or, out of remorse, feel it his duty to marry her. Mickey wanted neither. She wanted to be wanted for her own qualities, just as she wanted a man for the various qualities he had to offer.

Therefore, Mickey needed to be rid of her troublesome hymen, and she decided the best man to do that was Joe Orgiurio, the handsome, devil-may-care, super-salesman in her office. What Mickey didn't know was that Joe was a bit of a

sadist, and the request she had made of him was about to profoundly change her way of life, because Mickey Conforte, an otherwise normal young lady, had a masochistic streak hidden deep down inside her, and Joe Orgiurio was about to bring it to the surface.

They were in the office, standing across the counter from one another, with Orgiurio the only one on his side, while Mickey had four other girls working near her, and so, of necessity, had to speak in a low voice. It was to Joe's credit that his facial expression didn't change when Mickey propositioned him, and so none of the other girls working near Mickey understood what she was requesting.

"I want the works," Mickey whispered to him. "I want you to do everything you can to me, unless you don't think you're capable."

"Shit!" Joe murmured. "I can handle the job. It's just that you've always been so standoffish with everyone."

"Well, that's about to change," Mickey whispered. "How about today, after office hours?"

"I'll pick you up about four forty-five, downstairs" he told her. "I drive a white Corvette, so be ready to jump in when I pull into the parking lot."

"I'll be ready," she assured him, her heart already hammering.

Like all the other office girls, Mickey was fascinated by Joe's body, and to think she was about to experience the thrill of enjoying that body, not realizing Orgiurio was inwardly salivating at the prospect of fulfilling-his daydream as far as she was concerned.

It was a long day for both of them after that, but four-thirty finally came around and all the other girls left the office. Mickey went to the ladies' room and carefully washed her red-fringed cunt with warm water. Then she freshened up the

rest of her.

At four forty-five she was downstairs and out in the back area when Joe Orgiurio's white Corvette pulled into the parking lot. He had the door open for her as he stopped in front of her, and she got in.

Then he zoomed off to the motel where he had made a reservation an hour before.

He showed her to the motel room, and as she entered Mickey noticed the walls were nice and thick. No one would hear them.

The moment they entered the room and Joe locked the door behind them, she turned to him and felt his arms around her as his mouth came crashing down on hers. His lips pressed against hers, and as he opened his mouth, the pressure caused her to open her lips. His tongue slipped readily into her mouth, lashing around like a whip, slurping everything out, tickling her gums and her palate.

French-kissing was something which Mickey was used to, but she hadn't expected such a violent attack. She was totally unprepared, but managed to retaliate with her own tongue as best she could. Even so, there was a strength to his kisses and a vehemence she had never experienced before,

"Easy," she finally whispered, pushing him away, holding him at arm's length. But even as she spoke she felt a new, unknown heat rising inside her. When he pulled her to him again, she began to fight him, but found herself no match for his great strength. But even as she fought, Mickey realized she was enjoying the conflict more than anything else she'd ever known previously.

Joe gripped both her arms and held her away from him for a moment, staring at her, gazing at the way her solid, round tits seemed to challenge him with the way they stood out, daring him to uncover them. With one arm still around Mickey, he used his other hand to firmly grip her left tit,

squeezing it through the fabric of her blouse, pressing on the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, sensing its response as he violently kneaded the hard, rubber nubbin.

Mickey felt pain as his fingers applied more pressure to her overly sensitive nipple, and yet, through the pain there was exquisite delight she had never imagined. She had touched her own nipples often enough, fingering them with a gentle sensitivity, but the sensation was nothing compared to the hard way he was squeezing her nipple now. Even as she struggled, she was breathing heavily, and Orgiurio noticed her sighs.

It made him think, even as he continued squeezing the tender and sensitive point of her tit. Not only was she spectacular looking, but she responded to pain, which was something very few other women did. And since dealing out pain was his particular bag, he could see where he and Mickey would hit it off very well. She was the kind of girl with which he could have a ball.

Mickey's entire world had dissolved from reality into the handsome, smiling-face above hers as new, spidery shudders coursed through her entire body, making it shake voluptuously. From the glitter in his eyes he seemed to know what she wanted and needed, which was good, because she, herself, was still unaware of what it was her body truly craved.

He threw her on the nearby bed and hovered over her, his hands reaching down and grabbing the front of her blouse. He would have torn it open, but realized she would have had to explain what happened to her to her parents, later. No matter how masochistic she was, she wasn't crazy enough to defy her father. No,her clothing had to be left intact… this time.

His hands began working under the blouse, feeling the soft; smooth, baby like flesh of her body. His fingertips made her tingle all over as they

coursed along her spine. She writhed and squirmed, gasping for breath, not letting his lips cover hers

Her own hands tore at his shirt front, pulling buttons off as her fingers moved to the hair-matted flesh beneath. She gulped, then pulled him close to her in the hope his fingers would stop squeezing her nipples, but he continued pressuring them. Her hands ran up and down his spine, sending needles of ice through him, making him scrunch her nipples all the harder between his thumbs and forefingers.

Orgiurio returned to her blouse, unbuttoning it and yanking her arms down so he could tug it off without tearing it. Mickey's head fell back, her red, flaming mane falling loosely about her shoulders as her eyes closed. The contrast of her white, freckled flesh against the red of her hair was even more startling than it normally appeared. And then his sure hands were unsnapping her bra and slipping it from her shoulders, revealing those delightful, upstanding jugs in all their natural perfection.

Orgiurio took a moment to gaze at the marvel of her tits. She had magnificent nipples that blazed like two rubies, their pink-red areolas resembling nothing less than dual haloes. And under his hard stare, they seemed to flash at him, making his throat dry and his tongue wet with dribbling saliva. Her body above the waist was every bit as good as it had promised it would be. Her shoulders were strong, but not too broad. They were just right to support her tits, making them bobble as if suspended from strings, like marionettes.

Mickey shuddered with delight, her hands reaching to clutch and hold, doing her best to dig her nails into Joe's body. Her hands finally tore his shirt from his body, and she felt the heat of his chest as it squashed against hers, her bouncing boobs cushioned by the heavy growth of hair matting his entire front.

They rolled on the bed, she squealing with unparalleled pleasure, while he grunted in enjoyment of her. His hot, hungry mouth was sucking her neck, careful not to leave any telltale marks. Then his lips slid down to her luscious tits, and he sucked a nipple in, licking it lustily with his tongue as he drew it to the back of his throat. It was almost as if he could taste the difference between the pink-red areola and the creamy whiteness as he chewed, biting hard enough to leave marks that would disappear soon enough, but making sure not to break the skin. He chewed hungrily, like some raging, ravenous lion, biting hard on the nipple, where no teeth marks would show. Where another girl would have bellowed in pain, Mickey seemed to shudder with thrilled delight at the anguish caused by his chewing teeth.

Joe breathed deeply, inhaling the rich fragrance of her flesh as he sucked and bit on her enlarged nipple. She was like a fresh spring meadow after being sprinkled with morning dew. He chewed on her body as if actually eating it, relishing the taste of her the way a gourmet enjoyed a truly worthwhile repast. And all the while his hands were working away at her skirt, finding the button, opening it, pulling the skirt down, revealing the aqua panties underneath. He tugged the tiny skirt down, feeling the way it wisped against the flesh of her smooth white hips, calves and ankles, until he was, able to remove it completely. Then his mouth released her delightful tit as he sat back on his knees, contemplating her supine figure, able to see what looked like a dark-brown patch between her parted thighs. The jungle of cunt hair was rich, thick, and with curly hairs that seemed to be beckoning him.

Mickey glanced at Joe's crotch and could see a huge telltale bulge. He wanted her every bit as

much as she wanted him. He could barely keep his cock under control. She could see his big prick was not only pressed hard against the material of his pants, but was moving as if of its own volition in an attempt to break free.

Swiftly and anxiously Joe's hands loosened his belt and nearly ripped the teeth from his zipper as he opened his fly. He got to his feet for a moment and turned his back to her to remove both his pants and underwear, and she had a glimpse of his flat, small, hairy ass.

When he turned around, her eyes bulged. Mickey had seen her younger brother's little pecker when he'd been a baby and her mother had diapered him, but it in no way prepared her for what she was about to have shoved into her. His cock was enormous, with a bulbous head resembling a huge light bulb. It gleamed a rich red, quivering in all its monstrousness with a tiny slit already leaking a strange, colorless liquid, some of which was already smeared on the knobby dome. She was both thrilled and horrified, feeling there was no way such a huge pole would ever be able to fit into the delicate and dainty gash between her thighs.

She shook and trembled as his hands grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, as if with practiced ease. The last baffler to her cunt was gone.

Joe parted her thighs and stared at her sweet snatch. It was a full, rich slash, with a pouting pair of lips resembling a sliced-open piece of fruit. The oozing fluid coming from the tight, virginal split was like juice seeping from a wounded orange. Joe felt his cotton-dry throat begin to burn with ravenous thirst at the sight of the clear liquid dribbling down her pink cunt slit. He had to slake that thirst.

His face suddenly sank between her thighs, plunging into the moist, red, musky curls already

soaked with her dew. Mickey shivered and bounced, feeling his tongue reach out to her. Never having experienced a tongue buried in her seething little cunt before, Mickey was totally unprepared for the shock of the wet, slick organ as it pressed into her steaming slit, licking its way deep into her oven like depths. Stalagmites of chilling electricity chased one another up her spine as she shuddered rhythmically while his hot, slithery tongue continued plunging in and out of her virgin cunt, both his hands clutching the firm roundness of her full asscheeks. It was a brand-new sensation to Mickey, and she couldn't believe such feelings existed in the human body. She didn't know how to react as she shook and shivered, gasping and squealing at once. A mad, urgent necessity to experience the peak of this feeling set off constant little eruptions of shuddering thrills as his tongue now withdrew from the passionate center of her cunt and began pressing flat and hard against the bead of her tiny clitoris causing her youthful body to tremble as it sped through the spectrum of new and different raptures.

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.