The end justifies the means. How many times have we heard that expression? And how many people act as if that were their sole moral code?
When people live by this code, their own considerations become so overwhelming that they will often not only compromise others, but also themselves in order to achieve their goal. Such is the case with Midge Sommers, a beautiful teenager, fed up with the restrictions put upon her by her minister father, who sets out on her own to satisfy the overpowering cravings of her flesh. But Midge soon finds herself thrown into one degrading situation after another, forced to participate in mindless debauchery in her headlong drive to find her combination perfect man and "the good life". In the end, she begins to wonder if her goal is worth the physical and moral debasement she believes she must go through to obtain it.
THE MINISTER'S DAUGHTER -- the story of a young girl who learns the hard way that the road to happiness is a thorn-covered path at best. Her story holds a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
It was the summer of her eighteenth year when Midge decided she was not happy with herself, her family, or her life. All around her she saw the evidence of success, wealth and the good life. She wasn't exactly sure of what it was she did want, but she knew it wasn't what she had or what posed in the future for her.
The good Reverend Sommers, her father, an itinerant minister without a church, called her schoolmates "sons and daughters of the devil", and the multitude of material things they owned "playthings of Satan".
He had turned his wife, Midge's mother, into a babbling workhorse who provided most of the family's meager income while resigning herself to the fact that some day she would die and all would be better on the other side.
Midge didn't agree with this but she didn't know why. She also couldn't understand her father and her sister's attitude toward her. Her father would berate her and, sometimes, beat her when he caught her in clothes that he said made her look like a whore. Her sister would always side with her father on these occasions. It didn't dawn on Midge that the stares she received from her brother-in-law, Bill, could be the reason her sister seemed to hate her so much. They were just like the stares from the boys at school, the men on the street, and sometimes from her father.
Midge failed to recognize the difference between herself and other girls. She also paid no attention to the narrow hips, flat chest or sunken buttocks of her sister, as opposed to her own body. But a difference there was. She was matured, a full-titted, wide-hipped, sensual female animal.
She sensed the uncomfortable stirrings in her body when people, particularly men, touched her. But her mind had been so trained by her father's rantings about the sins of the body and sex in general that each time they occurred it frightened her rather than excited her.
It was an unbearable day. Another hot day in a long line of days during a sweltering summer. Since her mother, father, and sister, Beverly, had gone to a tent meeting that Sunday afternoon, Midge lounged around the house in only her panties.
She was upstairs reading and listening to music when she heard the back door open. "Who is it?" she said, reaching for her robe.
"It's Bill, Midge. Just wanted to borrow some ice. Our fridge is broken."
"Sure. Go ahead!" she said, dropping her robe and returning to her book. She smiled to herself, thinking that Bill probably wanted the ice for a drink. Since Beverly was gone Bill could sneak a drink and watch a Sunday afternoon baseball game. Midge liked her brother-in-law, and was sorry that he was shackled to such a shrew as Beverly.
She thought she heard the door slam downstairs. Listlessly, she moved around on the bed. Perspiration lay in a glistening sheen on her nearly nude body. Droplets weaved their way downward through the deep valley between her bare tits.
Suddenly, the sight of her own breasts intrigued her. With her thumb and forefinger she made a large O, and circled the aureole of one tit with it. The nipple hardened. She smiled, her curiosity piqued further. She lifted the huge bulb of her tit until the nipple was near her lips. She tongued it. She watched as it got even harder. She opened her mouth and sucked at it. The result heightened the storm of sexual tension that had lain dormant in her body. There seemed to be a direct line from her tits right down to the dark cleft between her legs. She reached inside her panties. She was wet there, soaking wet. Much the same as she remembered when she would wake up after her strange dreams.
She often dreamed about a faceless person coming to her bed in the middle of the night. She didn't know if it was a man or a woman. It was almost always the same. This person would whisper that she would be taken away to some far-off place and given anything and everything she could ever possibly want. Then the person would climb on her body and fuck and suck her in every way possible. Midge would grind her thighs together, knead her breasts, and in the midst of the dream she would come.
Thinking about her beautiful dreams Midge began probing the crack between the hairy lips of her cunt with her finger. It felt good, as it always did when she touched her body.
At the same time she seemed to hear her father's voice, screaming from somewhere in the back of her brain. "As in! Lust in the body is as in!"
Frightened, she grabbed her robe and started toward the downstairs bathroom for a cooling shower. On the stairs, between the heat and her haste, she dropped the robe to the floor.
She pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom. In front of the commode stood Bill. He had just finished urinating and he was rapidly shaking his cock.
In surprise he turned to her, his hand still holding his prick. Her face, framed by her blonde, cascading hair, and the ripe, nearly naked woman's body, mesmerized him.
Midge was equally mesmerized. The bulbous knob at the end of the limp cock made her completely forget that she was naked, save for a pair of scanty panties.
"I... ah," he stammered, "... Johns aren't working right over at our place... we called the plumber... I thought..."
Unconsciously he began to move his hand back and forth on his prick. Quickly it grew rigid until the head was throbbing with pent-up passion. He couldn't help it. In all his life he had never seen or been so close to such a beautiful naked body.
Midge couldn't think of anything to reply. "I was going to take a shower," she blurted. "I'm hot." His cock utterly fascinated her, the way it throbbed and bounced in his hand.
"I am too... now," he said, throwing all caution to the winds and pumping harder and harder on his pulsing cock, making it appear to leap at her in the process.
"What are you doing to it?" she asked, her eyes like two glinting silver pieces as she watched his cockhead appear and disappear under the driving foreskin. The head got redder and redder as it grew.
"I'm jacking it... off," he said, his breath coming in short gasps between the words.
All the nights she had sneaked into the room next to her parents and watched them make love she had never had a good look at her father's cock. It had always been buried deeply in her mother's cunt, and the lights, at her father's insistence, were always off or very dim. When she had been able to see it through the bathroom keyhole it had always been limp and tiny.
Bill's long, rigid cock was the exact opposite, and the first hard-on she had ever seen. It excited her, overwhelmed her. She could feel the juices from her virgin pussy squeezing through her cunt lips and sliding, in softly flowing streams, down the insides of her thighs.
"Why are you doing that?" she asked, her hands unconsciously moving across her own body, her fingers plying in her cunt hair and the soft folds of her pussy.
"Because," he said, his voice almost a whisper of sexy huskiness, "looking at you like that turns me on so much. Your body is beautiful, Midge. It's the most beautiful body I've ever seen. I've watched you take sun baths on the back porch when the folks weren't home and then I would run upstairs and fuck Beverly without even taking all her clothes off most of the time."
"Can you do that to me?" she asked.
"What?"
"Fuck me?"
"No," he said, his hand now moving so fast on his throbbing cock that it was almost a blur.
"Why not?" she said, bending a little so she could shove two fingers up her cunt. The juices from her pussy poured out across her fingers and the back of her hand as she shoved into herself.
"Because you're a virgin." The way she was playing with her cunt was driving him crazy.
She was shaking with desire, a desire she had never experienced before, as she watched the red knob of his cockhead dance before her eyes and glisten with drops of semen.
"If you stick it up in me I won't tell anyone," she sighed.
"You really do want me to fuck you, don't you, Midge?" he said, his eyes glazed with lust at her invitation.
"I want your cock inside me," she said, smiling at her own use of language that her father would beat her to death for using.
It was all the invitation he needed. He flung his clothes off in a frenzy of lust. He curled his fingers around the waistband of her panties and shredded them in one violent thrust.
She needed no urging. His crazed eyes and naked body further excited her. She threw herself down on the carpeted floor, spreading and raising her legs in absolute supplication.
Instantly he was on his hands and knees before her. "Oh God, what a cunt. What a beautiful, soft, velvety cunt."
Warm breath blew up into her slit. She felt her pussy lips spreading in delight as warm male hands clutched her thighs, and fingers rubbed her hot skin soothingly. It was her dream come to life and she loved it. She wanted it. She moaned aloud to let him know that anything he did was what she wanted him to do.
His lips closed over her mound, sucking her clitoris to a throbbing, rigid state. His mouth sucked hard. His tongue stabbed and slobbered, and flickered in and out between the pink cuntal folds, framing the slippery slit in her soft, bulging mound.
She grunted in both surprise and ecstasy as his tongue did the work her fingers had so often tried but never fully accomplished. He licked downward through her cunt and over her tightly puckered asshole. Then his tongue was in her anus, hot, like several tiny pokers probing her intimate recesses.
His head and mouth moved back up her body to her breasts and then down across her belly, his tongue kissing her soft flesh all the time. Again he was delving at the opening. Her cunt flowed like a river of hot juices as he slipped his nose, then his tongue, into her slippery pussy.
Midge gasped, and the gasp became a tiny scream. Her eyes rolled wildly, staring at the ceiling and her own toes wriggling in joy high above her. Her head moved back and forth, the blonde hair falling across her face to mask, partially, the intense twisted look of passion came over it.
She was being eaten for the first time in her life and she loved it. Her body was twitching and shaking with the lust and desire of an experienced woman. She could only guess at the supreme joy she would have when finally he would shove his rigid cock far up inside and she could feel its hard head pounding the tender walls of her steaming pussy.
He began lapping away harder at her magnificently developed clitoris. It wiggled and stuck out a bit more, like a tiny tongue that wanted to exchange licks with his. He sucked it and felt warm fluid flow in unrestrained gushes from her channel. He knew she wanted it, knew she was ready, knew she was a woman and could handle his cock as only a real woman could.
He swallowed the juices from her pussy as fast as he could lick them from her cunt, her thighs, her ass, and her belly.
She was shaking, quivering, moaning, just seconds away from a shattering orgasm. He raised up on his knees, bent her legs by the ankles far back over her head, and moved his dripping, bobbing prick within an inch of her gushing cunt.
Even in the quivering, pulsating heat of aroused lust, an arousal that had her squirming and gasping in a semiconscious delirium, she knew what was about to happen to her body. She spread her legs further apart in rapt anticipation.
He nudged the swollen, bulbous glans of his slippery cock in between the softly pulsing lips of her gaping cunt. He saw her eyes flare, her nostrils dilate, her mouth come open. He expected a scream to erupt from her throat as he rammed his big cock balls deep into her velvet, soaking sheath.
Her soft inner surfaces clasped his driving cock all the way, tightly milking its head. He had to force its way through the grasping, moist tightness. He felt a soft fleshy pressure against the swollen head, a moment of resistance, and then a sudden tearing, an exquisite yielding to the pressure of his thrust.
He burst through, accompanied by a warm bath over his shaft as it was swallowed up inside her narrow, virginal slit.
The scream never came.
Instead he saw a smile, warm and knowing, far beyond her years, stretch itself across her face, her white teeth clenched with intensity.
"I love it," she murmured in his ear between those clenched teeth. Her breath came in quick, short gasps as her body started to move in time with his. "I love cock, do you hear me? I LOVE COCK!"
Between the raw passion in her voice and the pounding of her hips she was driving him wild. Her pubic bone pounded against his as his shaft again and again found its way to the very depths of her willing cunt.
Exquisite sensations shot through his slick, impaling shaft. He reveled in the extreme heat and constriction of her cunt, in his total penetration of the long-sheltered hole between her legs.
The yielding flesh of her pussy's soft folds molded easily, with youthful suppleness, flowing around his thick cock as it pulled nearly out and then rammed forward again, all the way into the flowing warmth of her vagina.
He jerked it in and out as fast and as hard as he could, raising himself to look down between their sweating bodies to watch himself fucking her sweet, quivering, cunt. It slid in and out, all wet and shining with her cunt juices and red smears.
Midge's smooth, sweaty belly thrust up and rippled with constant little shudders.
She moaned unceasingly.
"Is it good?" he asked. "Is it good, little girl? 'Cause I'm fucking the shit out of you."
"Yes!" she shouted. "Fucking's wonderful! Fuck me! Fuck me with your cock! FUCK ME!"
Propping himself above her on his hands, he pulled his slippery prick back until her sexy body housed only the flaring crown between the lips of her ripely swollen mound. Then he began moving his hips in slow, gentle circles, teasing her with his cock just inside the opening of the gash between her soft thighs.
She hunched upward with her hips, straining to reach it. Her thirsty cunt tried to grab him back, all the way inside her. But he kept it where it was, just parting the lips of her hairy slit.
Her eyes filled with tears of frustration and she chewed her lip. Her hands slapped the rug and she shoved herself up, pushing her cunt up his cock like a hot, wet tube. It sheathed the smooth warm length of his prick and tried to suck it further in.
Again he withdrew, backing it away from her ever so slightly. It was a game that he had often wanted to try with his own wife, Midge's sister. But he had often failed because Beverly didn't seem to care. If be played around with her cunt instead of getting it over with she would just quit.
Beverly had none of the rampant need or passion that her younger sister seemed to have.
"Damn it, damn it to hell, you cocksucker!" she screamed, a rage in her voice that almost frightened him. "Stop it... stop fucking around. Fuck me! Give me your cock, you fucker! FUCK ME!"
He shoved the long, thick column all the way into her quaking belly, sinking it deep in a blind search for her womb, and her satisfaction.
She sighed out a long breath of pleasure. "Better, that's better. Oh shit, it feels so fucking good. Faster, give it to me, faster!"
Then she was twisting convulsively beneath him, straining to apply action with strong inner muscles, to suck his cock deep up her hot channel and get every inner surface caressed by his hard, stiff cock all at the same time.
The luscious sensuousness of her body jerked as she screwed herself onto his shaft. She threw her hips up to him wildly, slapping his sweaty belly with hers. Her cunt became a slushy, flowing swamp that surrounded and bathed his impaling cock with liquid heat.
The fire of lust that flared up deep inside her wet pussy and hunching, trembling belly were drowned in the sudden rolling waves of her orgasm. She quivered and twitched, juice and cum from her frothing cunt, drowning his cock.
She shrieked as she came, totally and beautifully, for the first time in her life. It was so intense that both her scream and her contorted face seemed to show pain and pleasure all at the same time.
His cock was on fire with the rising swell of fluid coming from his balls. Harder and harder he slammed his body against hers. His pubic hair nestled against hers as the hilt of his shaft pummeled her yielding, writhing body.
At the last second he jerked his painfully throbbing prick out of her juicy silt and sent cum squirting all up over her belly and right up to the fat bases of her bulging tits.
In shock, she struggled and slithered away from him. She watched, fascinated, as the milky cream flooded her belly and breasts. Smiling, she took a great gob of it on her finger and licked it. She loved it and she smiled at him to tell him so. She scraped more from her tits and licked it from her fingers.
"Jesus, what a fuck," he said, enraptured by her actions. Midge did things naturally that he had tried to get Beverly to do for years.
She moved back to him and took his cock into her mouth, squeezing the last drops of his cum into her throat.
"I love it. I love cock, and I love fucking," she said, her mouth widening so she could take all of his softening prick into it. "I don't ever want to stop fucking."
Midge had become a woman. And for a woman with her body, her face, and her desires, there was no turning back. It had been good with her brother-in-law, but somehow, not good enough. Something had been lacking. Her first fuck only planted the seed of what was to come.
She yearned to accept the offerings she got from other men and boys. She had a new spring to her step, and a new arch to her body that seemed to throw her enormous tits outward toward anyone and everyone she met. She was, without totally realizing it, flaunting herself and her new sexuality to any and all who would pay attention.
But she continued to fuck only Bill, thinking that he would be the safe one, since he couldn't brag or say anything to anyone about what they were doing. Also she feared that if she spread her body around in such a small town, word would somehow get back to her father, and she feared his wrath and his hand more than anything else in the world.
It was six months later. The following month she missed the second and she became scared. She went to her mother and asked that she be taken for a check-up. But she didn't tell her mother why.
At first she was nervous, scared, and a little embarrassed when she found herself nude from the waist down, and her legs spread wide in front of Doctor Hall. He seemed too young to be a doctor with a wife and two children. Too young and too handsome.
When he first touched her she was tight. But he only had to probe for a few seconds before her cunt lips widened and her pussy walls grew slick and creamy with flowing juices.
He smiled up at her between her legs. "That's it, Midge. Just relax."
Relax, she thought. How could she relax, when the more he touched her the more her body became tense and strained with the need for a cock.
She groaned and rolled her eyes up into her head when he inserted his fingers into her cunt. She didn't see the look, exchanged by him and the nurse, a look that transmitted knowing between them. It was a look that said that the young girl's groan was one of pure passion and not pain.
She felt the hand leave her crotch. She opened her eyes. The nurse had left the room.
"Midge," he said, his brow furrowed. "How long has it been since you lost your virginity?"
Fear flooded her face and she started to sit up on the table. "Listen, that's what I wanted to come here for... but my father..."
"Don't worry," he smiled, "I won't mention it to your parents."
"About six months ago," she said.
She thought she saw him smile, and the tone in his voice lightened. "Well, you're not pregnant, Midge. I can tell you that. But if you must go on having relations, I think you should be taking something."
"You mean you'll give me something?"
"If you want."
Something snapped inside her. She did like him, felt confident with him, and sensed that somehow he was probably on her side, but through it all she still felt tense from his touch. Without meaning to she let it all come out in anger.
"How do you know how I feel?" she said. "Didn't you see the way my pussy sucked at your hand? Don't you understand? I've only been fucked by one man but I want more. I want lots more." Tears started to ooze out of the corners of her eyes in anguish. "I can't help it. I dream about fucking, and cocks, all the time. I want it, and I need it."
She expected a hot reprisal back from him but he only smiled. It was a nice warm smile. "In that case," he said, his eyes roaming over her partly clad body. "I think I should give you a prescription for birth control pills."
He moved around the table as he spoke, and stood next to her arm. "You mean you're not going to preach at me?" she asked.
"No, quite the opposite," he said. "You are uncommonly developed for a girl your age. In fact, I've already talked with your mother about it. You see, she was the same way when she was your age."
"She was?" Midge tried to remember her mother's body in the frumpy housedresses she wore, or in bed, naked, with her father. She couldn't.
"Yes, and she wants much more for you than she's gotten for herself."
"I don't understand."
"You will," he smiled. It was a warm smile and it filled her with warmth. "In the meantime, live your life and enjoy what's been given to you so much sooner than your sisters."
So saying he reached over and smoothed a lock of her hair away from her forehead.
Instinctively, she reached up to grasp and squeeze his arm in friendship. The back of her hand brushed the front of his trousers. His cock was rock-hard, extending in a bulging line clear up to his belt.
He seemed flustered at her discovery and tried to step backward. She grasped his cock and held him tightly.
"Lock the door!" she commanded.
"What?"
"Lock the door!"
He shook his head in wonderment but did as she asked. "What is it, Midge?" he said, returning to the side of the table.
"Now drop your pants and your shorts! Let me see your cock."
As if he were her puppet, pulled by strings which she manipulated, he did as she asked. At the same time she pulled her sweater up and undid her bra. Her huge tits leaped upward, their bulk heaving like ripe melons, the nipples already distended in passion.
"Midge... I," he managed.
"Now, stand between my legs. Yes, like that. Now reach across my body and play with my tits while you shove your fuck pole up my cunt! I want your cock. I want every inch of it up my hot pussy. I want to be fucked. I mean, I want to be really fucked."
He needed no further urging. His cock was rampant at the sound of her words and the subtle movements of her lovely body. Quickly, he placed the head of his cock where his fingers had already been. He thrust with a grunt and pleasure-filled moan. Ramming himself all the way into her hole, he began fucking her with all the strength in his body.
She moaned, groaned, and bucked beneath him, her ass mashing against the table with the thrill of a new and different cock inside her cunt. Her cunt was full of fat, jabbing meat and she loved it.
Her hips moved up and down in heaving rhythm to his hard jolting thrusts into her spongy wetness. The widening gash was lubricating freely as it took the full power of his cock's swollen length.
She began rotating her ass to hunch her cunt up in delicious wantonness. Her body arched sharply up to his lunging groin. Tremors leaped through the soft round slope of her belly as he slapped it repeatedly with his own.
She loved it, loved it even more than with Bill. She loved it because it was new, different, more dangerous, and more exciting.
He was a good man and he had a good cock. But something was still wrong. Heaving beneath him she felt something not there, not fulfilled. Suddenly, in her mind, she wished that there were another man in the room and that he was fucking her in the face while the young doctor filled her cunt.
"More! More!" she urged. "Give me more! Give me all of your cock!"
He looked down at her, his eyes widening in awe. He knew he had a good, large cock, and he was giving her all of it, but still it was not enough for this woman who turned him on so much.
Her body arched and shuddered. Her mouth screamed curses, urging him to greater heights. Her hands pulled at him, slithering over his sweaty hips and pounding asscheeks. She held tightly to him as he reamed out a passage in her belly's soft hot groove.
Her nipples scudded across his heaving chest and her breasts were flattened and squashed outward like big white satin-covered pillows by his driving weight.
"Yes, yes!" she moaned loudly as he strained and clamped her rounded, sweaty buttocks in both hands, his fingers digging into the bulging masses of flesh.
Pulling hard as he fucked, hard and deep, he pressed her soft pink and white body firmly against his and pounded it in a frenzied sexual intensity. His toes dug in and his legs strained. His cock slapped in and out with slurping noises. His heaving buttocks bunched into tight, hard balls of muscle.
She was wearing him down. He gasped and panted, pounding himself into the moist warmth of her pussy. His glazing eyes watched her contorted face and the way her big tits trembled and quivered and jumped all over her chest. Every inch of his big pole of a cock ground steadily into her, pounding what seemed to be the very core of her womb.
And still she screamed for more.
He dropped himself onto her with a sudden lurch that brought strained gasps from both of them. He wallowed on the almost ponderous masses of her breasts, the upthrust, flapping mountains of her chest, the silky-skinned cushions of her heaving tits.
Then he shot off what felt like a gallon of hot steaming cum up into her waiting, writhing, still grasping cunt. Seconds later he pushed himself up from her and looked down.
"Midge, I've never had such a fuck."
"Is that all?" was her only answer.
Gasping in anger he rolled away from her. "No normal man will ever satisfy you. You need the biggest, hardest, fattest, longest cock in the world."
"Yes, yes. I'd like that," she said, and began rubbing her pussy.
CHAPTER TWO
The doctor hadn't been enough, but he had whetted her insatiable sexual appetite. He had also given her freedom with the pills. Freedom to fuck whenever and whomever she wanted.
And fuck she did.
Almost every boy in her class at school had her at least once. She was so intense in her needs and in her sexuality that few of them ever came back for more even if she had wanted them. Usually she didn't. They disappointed her.
On any given night she could be with one boy or a dozen. One night she fucked six boys over and over again in the back seat of a car. It was all a waste. None of them seemed to satisfy her. Once, straddling a boy, fucking him from the top, his cock gorging deeply into her yawning cunt, she had felt she was there. But it was short-lived. He came too quickly and there was nothing but limp meat sliding from her cunt.
It was an indication, however, of what she soon discovered to be lacking: power. What she had to do, she found, was control the situation. If the cock wasn't big enough, or hard enough, then she could almost get enough satisfaction for the moment by being on top.
Her evenings away from the house turned into nights. She would come home; eat, go to bed, and sneak back out of the house.
When she couldn't find enough boys she started looking for older men. And when that became too dangerous she tried enlisting other girls to join in small orgies that she would organize if the other girls' houses could be used.
Midge would do anything to satisfy her need and craving for excitement and sex. She even took it to the length of creating games out of it. In this way she found out how far she could go in having her way with men, and retaining a certain amount of control over them.
She met Ross, a senior law student, at a dance. From the way she wore her hair and the mature way she handled all the men who crowded around her constantly, he took her to be at least twenty-five. She didn't discourage him and started dating him regularly.
He quickly became infatuated with her and took her out every chance he could. But she wouldn't let him fuck her and he became more frustrated with each date. When she saw that perhaps his interest was waning just a bit she would hint that, maybe next time, she would be more available for what he obviously wanted.
She would kiss him more ardently during these times and let him go a little further in exploring her tits beneath her dress. If he became really angry at her refusal she would take his hand and let him place it up under her skirt, on her cunt.
"We've just got to wait Ross," she would say, grinding her moist cunt over his hand until she could feel two fingers deep in her pussy. "We just can't go all the way yet. I... I'm just not ready. Now rub me off with your hand."
If it looked like he was shaking so bad that he might not be able to drive himself home, she would take his cock out of his pants and wrap it in his handkerchief. Then she would pound on the shaft, giggling to herself, until his flood would pour into the cloth and run over on her fingers.
This went on for many weeks until they were at one of his friend's apartment for dinner. The friend was a graduate engineer and very rich, plus being extremely handsome. Midge gleefully decided to herself that this was the right time and the right person.
At the conclusion of several drinks and dinner everyone decided to take in the town. Midge readily agreed, and on the way to the car the couples somehow got switched around in the seating.
They were on a major highway, nearly reaching the place they were going, when Ross finally noticed the pitching of the car and the noises coming from the back seat.
When he turned he saw his friend and Midge, both nude. Midge had her legs against the back of the front seat, and his friend was pounding every inch of his prick into her gaping cunt.
"Oh, fuck me, honey, fuck me! And when you finish fucking me I want to suck you off!"
Ross dropped her, so she went with the engineer for a while. But he too dropped her when she kept insisting that they organize orgies so they could both fuck different people every night.
Midge didn't care. There was always somebody new and different around and, in her own mind the small town she lived in wasn't really big enough for her. She had big ideas about big places with big people and she planned to put those ideas into effect as soon as she figured out how.
It was two years almost to the month after her initial experience with Bill when everything drastically changed for Midge.
Her father discovered, between warnings from the school, and stories circulating around the small town, about just what his daughter was doing with all her free time.
"You think you're too old and too big for a beating? Is that what you think?" he said.
"You wouldn't dare," she retorted.
"I'll teach you respect!" he shouted, flinging her mother's restraining hand from his arm.
"You go to hell!" Midge rasped at him through clenched teeth.
He threw her across her bed and ripped the robe from her body to leave her completely naked under his scornful eyes. She tried to cover her nude body from him but he wouldn't let her. He took his belt off, and laid it across her back, her ass, and her legs again and again.
Huge red welts rose all up and down her body. She screamed and begged him to stop. He didn't listen. She cried and begged some more until she realized, from the searingly heated look on his face that he was enjoying it and slobbering to himself over her nude body and what he was doing to it.
The more he beat her the wilder he got. He locked her mother out of the room when she tried to stop him. The blows got harder and angrier.
And then she noticed.
He had an erection. It bulged like a tent pole in the front of his pants.
You fucker, you son-of-a-bitching, cocksucking hypocrite! she screamed to herself. You'd like to fuck me just like everybody else, but you'd die first, wouldn't you?
Later, as her mother rubbed salve into the welts on her back, they talked.
"I can't help it, Mother. I just can't help it," she whimpered.
"I know. I know."
"And sometimes it's no good. I wish I hadn't done it."
"But then you do it again," her mother said. "Yes."
"I was the same way. I always wanted more but I settled for less. Don't you dare say I told you this but your father has never really satisfied me. Sex is a strong drive. In you and I stronger than most people. I always wanted to control my desires by indulging them. But I didn't and now it's too late."
"Why didn't you leave?"
"Money. A job. I don't know, honey. A man in this world can do just about anything, and get anything he wants because he has the power. He makes the money, gets the position and that gives him the power. The power to rule his own life."
"Yeah," said Midge, suddenly feeling the pain in her body ebbing away.
She drifted off into sleep only to be awakened by muffled voices in the next room. She recognized her father's voice add that of his sister, her Aunt May.
"I don't care," said her father. "If she must sin, if she must do such things with her body, then let her do it after she's left my house. I won't have every man and boy in town laughing at me because he's lain with my daughter."
"Still," said Aunt May. "You shouldn't have beat her. I hate to see that lovely body marred."
"She's a daughter of Satan and a sin-loving whore just like her mother."
"Maybe if you had been more of a man with her mother."
"Shut up, May! Shut up."
"Of course, you probably didn't have much left in you when you finally married. You gave it all to me when we were growing up. Raping your own sister..."
"I told you to shut up."
"You hypocritical son-of-a-bitch. Maybe that's why I love cunt now instead of cock. You ruined me too young. You were a fucking animal."
"Shut your foul mouth."
"Even now you'd still like to fuck me, wouldn't you? Well, get away. Go fuck your wife. She needs it. Go fuck her or I'll go suck her and show her what she's been missing all these years."
"Stay away from her! And from Midge, too! I've seen the way you lust for the girl."
"Shouldn't an aunt love her niece?"
So that was it, thought Midge. Now she knew what all the stories she had heard about her aunt had meant.
She hardly slept waiting for the morning. When it came, she bathed, shaved her legs and under her arms very carefully. She arranged her hair so that its natural curl framed her face in a coy and provocative way.
Her wardrobe was still extremely small but carefully chosen. She molded the lacy, French-cut bra over her breasts, pulling them up and inward until the pink of her huge aureoles just peeked through the lace above the cups. The bra was cut low to accentuate the perfect cleavage between the two cups.
The panties were also French-cut, high on the hip above the thigh to make the most of what was already perfect. The patch of shimmery cloth across the crotch barely hid the rich curls of her lightly colored pubic hair.
Over this she pulled a skirt so short that when she walked it flipped up enough to reveal the plush bulges of her asscheeks made by the tight line of her panties.
And the sweater, one full size too small, molded over her tits, making them appear even larger than they already were.
When she was finished she appraised herself in the full-length mirror behind her closet door. It had been a little over two years since she had taken her first cock.
In the mirror she saw a woman. And not just any woman, but one with a fierce determination.
As she opened the door to leave, her mother, atop the stairs, called to her: "Midge, where are you going dressed like that?"
"Housecleaning," she said, and walked on down the porch steps.
In the six-block walk to her Aunt May's house she drew cat-calls, wolf whistles, several attempts to pinch her provocatively swaying ass, and one solid proposition.
"Hey, baby. With your body and my body we outta get together. I mean shit, wow!"
He was sitting sideways in a long, expensive dark-blue car. The door was open and he rubbed his crotch while he spoke. His body was huge, even in a sitting position. His black skin was like ebony against the whiteness of the car's interior. Huge, corded muscles bulged in his shoulders, arms and legs beneath the overly tight clothes that covered his big frame.
She glanced up and down the street. It was deserted. She looked at his body again. This was as good a time as any, she thought.
"What have you got?" she asked.
"A lot, white Mama, more than enough."
He stood in the shadow of the car. He was huge, at least six foot five, and his cock, when he unzipped his fly and brought it out into the open, matched his body size in every way.
Her mouth watered and twitched involuntarily, and her cunt became at once both wet and hot when she saw it. His prong was beautiful. It was at least a foot long and wrist thick at the shaft. The head, when he skinned the foreskin back, was bulbous and purple. She wanted it.
She crossed the few feet to him, reached out and grasped it in her hand. The meat seemed to swell and expand within her grasp. It felt fantastic as she squeezed and kneaded it. That's the other thing I want, she thought. That kind of cock would at last satisfy me. She was sorely tempted to ease into the car with him and temporarily give up her mission. She wanted to spend the whole morning with this huge black man and feel that tremendous cock grinding inside her pussy.
"You like it, don't you, Mama?"
She looked up.
His face leered down at her.
He reached out and squeezed her mammoth tits. "Damn nice!" he said.
Cocky, she thought, sure of himself. No, no, the power is mine!
"Fuck off!" she said, smiling coyly and turning away from him. His mouth dropped open and his cock went limp as she turned and walked away with her hips and ass swaying.
At one time May had probably been beautiful. But passing forty she had started to let herself go. She was still attractive, but age had taken its toll on both her face and her figure. It was all still there, but not as refined as it once must have been.
"I promised I'd help you with the housework," Midge said, closing the door behind her and purposely posing before coming into the room.
"Yes," her aunt said. "I'd forgotten it was Saturday."
May tried but could not avert her eyes from the young girl's body. She was strikingly beautiful, voluptuously appealing. She wanted to reach out, knead and stroke, even crush those huge tits with both of her hands.
It had been going on for over two years. Aside from giving Midge a chance to earn a little extra money for herself by helping with the house every Saturday, May wanted the young girl alone with her so she could watch her move, and later dream.
Each week, after Midge would leave, May would undress, lie on her bed, and masturbate as she thought about her young niece's body.
But she had never seen Midge dressed as she was dressed this Saturday. It jarred her to the point where her speech faltered and her legs seemed to turn to wobbly rubber.
"I'll... I'll fix us some ice tea," she stammered. "I know you'd like some ice tea, Midge. You go ahead and... and start the vacuuming."
May stayed in the kitchen for nearly an hour. She heard Midge finish the downstairs, and then silence. Eventually the vacuum started whining over her head in one of the upstairs bedrooms.
Tray in hand, May ascended the stairs and approached the bedroom door which was partially closed. She turned and backed into the room. Then she turned again, and what she saw nearly made her drop the tray.
Midge was nonchalantly, running the vacuum in only her panties and bra. Her young, white, creamy body was gloriously shimmering in the sunlight streaming through the open window.
Pouring the tea, Midge casually brushed her breasts across her aunt's shoulder. She sensed the shock that ran through the older woman's body and knew that her guess was right.
Her aunt indeed lusted for her, wanted her body in the worst way.
Glass in hand, Midge moved to the sofa across from May and sat. She propped one leg up in front of her and threw the other, full length down the cushions. Her pubic mound, its outline clearly definable, bulged invitingly beneath the thin panty material.
"Aren't you warm, Aunt May? I mean, with all your clothes on?"
The girl was driving her crazy, but she didn't dare do anything. She couldn't raise to the bait because, at this point, she still didn't realize that it was bait.
"No... no, I'm fine," she said, her knees shaking and her voice breaking.
What power I have over her, thought Midge, the blood thumping in her head, a strange tingling in her cunt.
They talked.
Midge eventually got around to the fact that she wanted to leave home, to go out on her own. She wanted to get away from her father.
May could only nod dumbly as her eyes devoured the beautiful body sprawled and constantly changing positions on the sofa across from her.
"I'd love to leave today, but that takes money. Lots of money."
Midge spoke lazily, rolling the glass across her naked belly, and her breasts. It left tiny rivulets of water in its wake.
"I'd like to help you, Midge," May said. "Would you?"
"But I'd hate to see you go very far away. I... I'd miss you."
"Oh, I wouldn't," Midge lied, thinking to herself; you old cunt. You just want me near you so you can have me when you want me. You haven't even had the guts to come right out and say that you want my cunt; "I'd just like to get a little place of my own here in town," she continued aloud.
"Would I be able to see you... often?" May asked, again trying to quiet her knees as Midge flexed her thigh muscles.
"Oh, of course," the girl replied.
"I'd like that," May said, feeling her own cunt twitch in anticipation.
Midge decided that it was time for the second and last step in her plan. She could see that her aunt was already on fire, that her body was shaking. It wouldn't take much more and she knew it.
"You see, Aunt May. I love to fuck. I truly love it. I want to have all the cocks I can handle, but not just any cocks. I want big cocks, rich cocks, so I can get any cock I want. I want them shoved clear up in me until I can hardly stand it. I want to feel own all over me. I want my tits sucked. I want to suck cock. I want to suck pussy. I want to have my pussy sucked. I read somewhere that no man can suck a woman's pussy like another woman. Is that true, Aunt May?"
"I think you'd find that true, Midge. Have you ever been with another woman. Have you ever... had your pussy taken care of by another woman... a woman who really knew what she was doing?"
"No, darling Auntie May, I haven't," Midge smiled.
She jumped to her feet, walked around the coffee table and stood directly in front of the older woman. She thrust her cunt, the pubic hairs bulging at the front of her panties, outward nearly into the woman's face.
"You're very beautiful," May said, her voice nearly breaking.
"I'm still hot, Aunt May. I think I'd like to take my bra off. But I'm embarrassed being naked in front of you."
"You don't have to be," said May, her tongue flicking from her mouth, yearning to touch the dark-pink aureoles of Midge's breasts.
"I'll tell you what, Aunt May. You take your clothes off too. We'll each see each other's tits and then I won't be embarrassed."
Midge reached behind her, unsnapped her bra and let it slide from her arms. The two huge tits leapt forward.
"They're beautiful," sighed May as she quickly stripped herself completely naked. Tiny drops of saliva formed at the corners of her mouth as she took her own clothes off, watching Midge at the same time.
Midge was a little surprised at her aunt's body. Because of the way the older woman always dressed, she had expected more dumpiness. Her aunt's breasts were as big or bigger than her own. And, while they did sag a little, there was a soft cushiness about them that made her gasp.
Her triangle was huge. Black, curly, matted hair stood out in a full three-inch bulge from her cunt.
The older woman's cunt excited her so much that she nearly succumbed when May's hands reached out for her, trying to grope for her own pussy.
At the last second sanity returned and she lightly tripped her way across the room. "There, now we can both be more comfortable, can't we?"
"Midge! What are you doing? What do you want?"
The woman was almost crying. She was tearing at her body with her hands, mashing her breasts and kneading her thighs together until the slurping caused by her cunt juices oozing into her thighs echoed in the room.
Midge continued as if they were talking over a common business transaction. "All I would really need is about five hundred dollars. That's not really an awful lot. Is it, Aunt May?"
No answer.
"Is it, Aunt May?"
Midge rolled backward onto the bed. She reached behind her and carefully slipped her panties up into the crack of her ass. The soft folds of her asscheeks molded around the material. Then she found the leg bands in the front and slowly pulled them together and up until the strip of cloth covering her crotch no longer covered it but disappeared in between the folds of her already moist cunt. The soft lips of her cunt bulged outward in cushiony, hairy splendor.
It was all May could stand. With a scream in her throat she mounted the girl, trying to kiss and fondle all of the tender young body at once.
The older woman was like an aroused animal. She mashed her own huge tits against the girl's, each iron-hard nipple giving heat and fire to another. She ground the bone of her pubis against Midge's clitoris. She wrapped her arms around the girl's buttocks, raising her hips so she could grind her own cunt into her, clitoris to clitoris, humping her like a man.
"Oh Midge, I love it. I love you. Oh God, you're so beautiful. Oh shit, I could fuck you so good. I wish I were a man so I could fuck you."
"Suck me, Aunt May! Suck my cunt!"
Midge was suddenly caught up in the fires of lesbian sex. Her aunt slid down a little and Midge caught her head and jammed it further down until it rested between her widespread thighs.
Just as roughly May used her own hands to tear at Midge's cunt lips, prying them apart wildly until the girl's erect clitoris was directly in front of her watering mouth.
She jammed her chin and her tongue into the mushy hole, groaning in pleasure as Midge's spunk spread across her free.
"Give me you, too! Give me you, too!" Midge screamed, clawing at the woman's ample ass and thighs.
May obliged, swinging her body around and dropping her own sopping cunt across Midge's face.
Their bodies clawed at each other. Tongues lapped at cunts. Cunts shoved against tongues and mouths. Hands mashed breasts as hips and buttocks thrashed about, entwined, on the bed.
Again and again they came, spewing their juices into each other, until the older woman thought it would be impossible to last another second.
But Midge wouldn't let her stop.
Midge squeezed her breasts into thrusting bullets and ran them up and down May's gaping cunt. Then she thrust them into her own mouth, sucking her aunt's cunt juices from them. She was all over the older woman's body, completely satiating both of them in the intimate joy of female sex.
Sleep, for both of them, when it came, was deep and sound. Hours later, when Midge awoke, her body was alive and still rippling from her first lesbian experience.
Before doing it she hadn't been sure, but now she had to admit that she had enjoyed it. In fact, she had loved it, probably more than she had enjoyed sex with the men and boys. But still there was that one thing lacking, that feeling of fullness that kept eluding her.
Beside her, May slept soundly. The sun had disappeared. In its place moonlight streamed through the window. She crawled from bed, dressed, and tiptoed down the stairs. She found the money easily, exactly where May had said it would be.
She found seven hundred in all. She toyed with the idea of taking it all but decided that she wouldn't sink as low as the rest of her family, and replaced the extra two hundred.
It was later than she thought. Everyone in her own house was sound asleep, or so she thought. Passing through the living room, she found her mother groggily half asleep on the sofa.
"Midge? Midge, is that you?"
"Yes, Mother. What are you doing down here?"
"Your father and I had another argument..."
"About me?"
"He took some pills to calm himself down and sleep. I think... he's..."
She dozed off in the middle of speaking.
Midge leaned over, kissed her mother on the forehead, and made her way up the stairs to her own room. Quietly, she packed her meager belongings into one small bag and returned to the hall.
Passing her parents' room, she nudged the door open just enough to look in. Dim light from the bedside lamp illuminated the bed. Her father was stretched out, naked, snoring loudly.
Something, she couldn't say what, drew her into the room. She stood beside the bed looking down at this man she hated. Contempt showed in the smile that spread across her taut face, thinning her lips.
Power.
Contempt.
How could she?
What could she do as a final show of contempt for him. A final show of her own power and will.
His cock curled long and fat, down between his legs. She reached and took it in her hand. He stirred, but remained oblivious. She ran her thumb along the fat crown, sliding her nail around the ridge. She found herself surprised at its length and girth even in repose. With her other hand she kneaded the huge balls, moving them around in the sac.
Slowly the staff grew in her fist. Bigger and bigger it got. She remembered the huge cock on the black man that morning, and stared in awe as her father's cock grew even larger. It swelled, stretching her fingers. The tiny eye in the blood-gorged head winked at her, or seemed to, as she squeezed and released the head.
The shaft itself grew to a point where she found it impossible to touch her thumb and forefinger around it. Still it grew as she massaged harder and harder. She fisted the staff and found that she couldn't touch her fingers around that.
"Jesus," she exclaimed in a hushed voice. "What did Mother want?"
Power and contempt, she thought, staring raptly at the head bobbing above her hands, directly in front of her face.
Quickly she removed her panties, raised her skirt, and swung her body over his. "Daddy, you bastard, you're going to get the fuck of your life and you won't even know it."
It was a whole new sexual situation for her. Her body shook with the thought of what she was about to do and who she was going to do it with. If it was wrong, Midge gave little or no thought to that fact. Poised there, above his body, the only part of her that gave vent to any kind of feeling was her cunt; it throbbed with the expectation, the anticipation of taking such a cock.
She ran the head back and forth along her slit, well lubricating its throbbing glans. Then she lowered her hips, using both her hands to hold the gigantic staff erect beneath her. The knob caressed her folds and she felt pain for the first time as just a part of the head pierced her cunt.
Harder and harder she worked, moving her hips in a circular arc, straining to take more and more of the powerful tool up inside her sucking channel. She could feel the flowing juices from her cunt pour across her hands where they held his cock in place.
"Oh God, what a cock. What a cock," she moaned as inch by inch the huge hunk of meat slithered into her sheath.
It was only half inside her but she could feel that the walls of her pussy were stretched to bunting. With one tremendous effort she threw her weight downward, taking all of his cock up her until she thought it would tear clear through her insides and wend its way up and out through her throat.
She stopped momentarily, letting the first surge of pain subside. Then, slowly and deliberately, she began to move around, up, down, milking and pulling, twisting his cock inside her.
Then he was all inside her, miles inside her, and her clitoris was stretched and pulled back inside her folds because of it. The tiny cock rubbed deliciously along the top of his larger one.
The cavern of her cunt had never experienced such a feeling. Her tits shook and slapped together as her whole body became a seething mass of unbridled lust and passion.
Her body sang and her hips danced as she pulled his cock ever deeper into her channel. Beneath her, even in sleep, his body began moving, matching her rhythms, surging upward to thrust his cock far inside her and fill her grasping cunt.
Her mind seemed to glaze over, the sexual pressure of his cock inside her driving out everything but the stark flush of lust.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Do you like my cunt? Do you like the fucking that I'm giving you?"
"Yes," he sighed, almost incoherently, "it's good. It's so good."
She laughed and strained harder over him. She arched her back with each thrust, hardening her ass, fucking his cock with perfect timing. Her body boiled as her tits tingled and bounced in joy. Her loins and belly rippled as her come surged through every pore and fiber.
Completely spent, for the first time in her young life, she rolled from him. His cock was still throbbing and his balls shook with their unreleased fluid. He was in agony and she knew it.
"No... no, don't stop! Please, please, don't stop now," he groaned.
He reached down and began jerking his cock, trying to give himself some kind of relief from the burning fires she had started but failed to extinguish in his body.
"Don't stop, not now," he continued. "God, you've never been so good. Please, don't quit now!"
She looked at the huge cock that had just completely satisfied her and knew that somewhere, someday, she would find another one just like it, and everything in life along with it. Because that was what she had been lacking in all her sex games.
She grabbed her bag and moved to the door, where she turned.
"There, you bastard, you righteous prick, you sanctimonious son-of-a-bitch. You've had the best fuck of your life, and all the rest of your life you'll wonder where the hell it came from."
CHAPTER THREE
Lucille Beldon followed the bellhop into the room, checking the tautness of his buttocks in the tight pants.
"Will that be all, Ma'am?" he asked, unable to avert his eyes from her huge breasts. She was a little over the hill, he thought, but still a damn good-looking cunt, something he sure as hell wouldn't turn down if she decided to offer it.
"No," she said, handing him a twenty. "A bucket of ice, a quart of good Scotch, and two glasses from the dining room. I hate the fucking glasses they put in these rooms. The twenty's yours if you hurry."
"Yes, Ma'am!" he said with sincere emphasis, and dashed from the room.
Quickly she hung the few things she had brought with her in the closet, undressed and slipped into a thin, completely transparent negligee. The top and panties that should have gone with it went, instead, into a drawer.
She stretched across the bed, her body appearing nude through the gown in the room's half-light. She surveyed herself, the perfection of her body, in the full-length mirror across from the bed. At forty she was still a beautiful woman. Her body was full-figured, but it had little of its youthful resilience. The lush tits were heavy, yet they retained their cleavage even while she lay on her back, propped up on a pillow. The nipples were sharply contoured and pink, set off with huge aureoles, tinted a purple hue by the surge of passion she always aroused in her body by looking at herself.
The ample curves of her belly and hips molded into the dark patch of her pussy where it was clearly outlined and amplified by the gown's material. Her stomach was gently rounded, with a deep navel set in the tanned skin, and a mass of crisp black curls at her crotch.
It was a good and beautiful body. It had given her money and power and it would give her more. But right now she wanted sex for just herself. Sex for the sake of sex. That was one of the prime reasons she desired money and power, so she could dictate the course of her own desires and satisfy her every whim.
The bellhop would do for a start, she thought, he was young, good-looking, black, and obviously interested. It would be a good weekend full of laughs, kicks and sex, and all oft at her direction.
She needed these little holiday weekends away from the watchful eye of her husband, Roscoe, and the pressure of keeping her own abundant sexual desires under wraps lest they mark a weakness in her rather than a strength.
For a long time now she had managed to get away at least twice a month. And every time it had been something new, exciting, and different to feed her need for turning her sexual fantasies into reality.
The twenty dollars she got from them meant nothing to her. It was the excitement and the danger of selling her body to unknown men that she wanted.
She had just finished fucking the brains out of her third pickup when they came. There were five of them, four blacks and a white. They were all dressed to the teeth, mean, and mad.
"Mama, we don't like no free-lancin' in this neighborhood."
He was the biggest, with an ugly scar that ran down the side of his cheek, over his thick neck, and into his collar. She hoped he'd be the first because she was sure his cock would be huge and practiced.
"I don't know what the fuck you mean," she said, calmly buttoning her dress, careful to give them all a good solid look at the size and lushness of her tits first.
"Ah mean you're a queen cunt but you don't fuck this neighborhood without you first workin' for one of us. Do you dig that?"
"Fuck you!" she said, and spit in his face.
He only smiled as be slapped her with his left hand and balled his right into a fist to slam into her belly. She flew across the bed and, in an instant, they were holding her.
"So you want some fucking huh, some fuckin' for bread? Well, don't let it be said we don't pay for our fuckin' just like anybody else."
Scarface dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles but not before he'd pulled a bill from his pocket.
"What are you going to do?" she said, feigning fear and hoping that they wouldn't see the juices running like a river from her cunt.
"This here's a five. That's a buck from each of us. Now that outta make you feel good -- it's a buck apiece more than we usually pay. But then you look like a real quality piece."
He wadded the bill up, spit on it, and rolled it into a ball between his palms. When it was the size he wanted he shoved it up her cunt. Then she saw the huge, black cock, its purple head massive as he leaned forward and, in one stroke, buried it inside her ready cunt. His cock, full and hard with a bulging, throbbing head, sent the wadded bill far into her belly.
She loved it.
All five of them fucked her again and again until she was a bone weary mass of bruises and semen.
Another time, she had decided to try for kicks in Philly, instead of New York. On the way down a motorcycle gang passed her, screaming and careening around both sides of her car. In a second the idea came to her and she followed them.
When they stopped in front of an old ramshackle tavern she parked across the street. Twenty pairs of narrowed, disbelieving eyes stared as she entered and walked straight to the bar. She ordered a shot of whiskey, and downed it neat. Then she turned to the room and declared, in a loud, clear, ringing voice, "I suck, I fuck, and I've got twenty-four hours. Who's first?"
They stripped her in a back room and laid her out on a pool table. They all disrobed from the waist down, several of them not bothering to remove their boots, and stood around waiting their turn. There was never less than two of them on her at one time, and quite often there would be three.
One would be fucking her cunt or ass, whichever he hit first, and another would be reaming her throat, while a third straddled her belly, enclosing her huge tile over his cock and humping between them until he would splatter the bottom of her chin with his cum.
She had started to admit to herself that men in their twenties, late teens, and even in their early thirties could take their pick of pussy much younger and much better-looking than she was. She longed to get into some of the orgy action that she knew existed with the young crowd. And even though she had the money for such good times, she knew it was Roscoe's money. Without Roscoe she would be totally on her own, and she wasn't up to that big a gamble.
Roscoe was handsome, fairly young, and very rich when she met him. Before the wedding she dreamed of the good times they would have, and the good sex. It never happened.
Just before this trip they had gone through another knock-down, drag-out fight about sex. It had started the same way and it had ended sit had always ended.
"I know everything you do, Lucille," Roscoe said, trying his best to be firm with her. "And I've never said anything about it. There isn't really much I can say, I guess. I know you drive to New York every weekend or so, and pick up men. But I won't have it right here in the house."
"You won't, huh?" she said.
"No. And I mean it."
He had caught her with one of the houseboys. It wasn't the first time, but he insisted that it be the last. If it wasn't, he told her, then no matter how much he needed her, he would divorce her.
"Well, weekends a couple of times a month aren't enough, Roscoe," she said, trying with the force of her will and the beauty of her body to force him to look directly at her.
"Lucille, please?"
"Please what? Please don't run around naked? Why not, for Christ's sake? Does it excite you too much, Roscoe? Does it give you a big whopping hard-on? Shit! If it does give you a hard-on, I never noticed."
"Be serious, Lu. You know I..."
"Yes, I know all about your problem. But I've got my own problem. I want it. I need it, and I'm going to get it more often than weekends. Unless, that is, you want to start getting it up and fucking me. C'mon, Roscoe, fuck me!"
She jumped on the bed, lay back and stroked her tits, and spread her legs wide.
"I've wasted years on you, Roscoe. And now you know you've got me... I'm too old to leave you now. Or at least you think so."
He looked at the dark patch of her cunt and felt the stirrings of desire for her well up inside himself, desire that he knew he couldn't fulfill.
"Oh no!" she shouted, seeing the look he gave her, and the movement he made toward her. "I don't want your tongue. I don't just want to be sucked and slobbered over. I want to be fucked. I want some big, stiff, hard cock rammed up inside me. I want to feel hot cum shooting up my snatch. This snatch, Roscoe. The one that you can't seem to fill."
With her fingers she pulled the lips of her cunt wide apart so he could clearly see the raw, red gash. Then she grabbed a candle from the nightstand and shoved it far up her pussy.
"Like this!" she shouted. "This is how I want to fuck!"
She withdrew the candle and rammed it home again. Then faster and faster she worked, making the candle appear and disappear inside the walls of her sucking, velvety sheath.
He bowed his head, shaking it from side to side. "Yes, yes, all right," he said, a gasp in his voice. "Suck them, fuck them! All of them. Do what you want!" He sank to his knees, burying his face in his hands.
As always, at the end of an argument, she would feel pity for him. Underneath the surface hate and frustration that permeated their relationship, there was a strange brand of love.
"Roscoe," she said, dropping the candle beside the bed and holding her arms out to him. "Come, my darling. Come to me!"
He moved to his knees and crawled up between her legs. She grasped his head and guided it to her cunt. She hunched her hips upward, accepting his mouth and tongue with her softness.
He extended his tongue, slipping it lightly around the gentle contours of her cunt lips. She groaned and pushed his head into her gash. Cunt juice trickled out to mingle with his saliva. He slipped his tongue inside, tasting the sticky heat of her vagina. She shoved her cunt more firmly against his mouth, plastering her glued-up lips to his.
Slowly she let the passion build in her until she was at a peak. It never changed, she thought, it always began and ended the same way. And it never ceased to amaze her that during his sucking of her cunt she could reach and feel his cock at any time and it would always be soft.
When she knew she was about to come she turned him over, mashing her cunt down, grinding its musk into his face, feeling the orgasm up through her body as his throat worked to swallow every last drop of her heated juices.
She then cradled him in her arms, his head on her breasts, and thought how good it would be to get back into the city the following weekend and feel the strength of a hard cock.
She had moved off the bed and into the bathroom when she heard the knock on the door. "Come in!" She heard the door open, waited nearly a minute and called, "Fix me one, will you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the bellboy answered.
She fluffed her hair in the mirror, tightened the belt beneath her breasts to make them rise even higher, and walked into the other room.
"Jeeeesus, Mama!" he said, barely able to avoid dropping the glass when he saw her.
"When you were a little boy did you ever think or dream about a beautiful white woman coming out of nowhere and raping you?"
"I don't really remember, but the thought is hittin' me real strong right now, Ma'am."
"You have a good body. Is your dick as good?" She stared at him, waiting for an answer that didn't come. "Well, take your clothes off and let's see."
He did as she told him to do. Under her watchful eye, his shyness faded with each piece of clothing. As he undressed she registered her approval by licking her lips sensually and stroking her own body through the material of her gown. It excited him to watch her, get excited. His cock rose, hardening to a gigantic length, bobbing in front of his belly.
"You're a magnificent animal," she purred, moving toward the bed.
"And you're a gorgeous cunt," he replied, following her.
His body was like a corded ebony stalk as it moved over her. One gigantic hand roamed over her body, removing the gown. He was gentle, too gentle. She reached up and slapped him hard across the face. It had the desired effect and, in one motion, he ripped the material to shreds, leaving her naked beneath him.
He gasped when he saw the full extent of what he was about to have. "Your body is soft, beautiful," he said, rubbing at the cushiness of her cunt, spreading the labia, caressing the inner flesh with his fingers. He stroked her clitoris and the huge puffed lips of her cunt. As he slipped a finger into her, her hips jerked in spasms. Her muscles milked his finger, urging it further and further into her.
"You want me to fuck you now?" he growled. "You want my cock in you now?"
"Yes, you son-of-a-bitch," she growled in return, grabbing his head between her hands and kissing him violently, probing the hotness of his mouth with her tongue. "Give me your sweet black dick!"
Unable to resist the musky smell of her cunt, he wanted a taste of it. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and burrowed into the damp gorge of her pussy. The hairy lips encased his mouth, his nose, his chin as he dipped his tongue into the slit. She spread her thighs wider, pulling his head with her hands, urging him deeper and deeper into her cunt.
He gasped as his tongue lapped at the swollen knob of her clit. He swirled it around and around the gash, licking eagerly at the honeyed juices he found there.
She moaned, deeply wishing that he wasn't alone, wishing that she had a hard cock like his in every orifice of her body. Her hips jerked wildly under the sweet assault of his mouth. She fumbled for his cock, wanting it, wanting to feel and pound it.
He understood and moved his body around until his knees were astraddle her head and his cock was brushing her ruby lips. With her tongue and hand she worked the foreskin back and forth across the knob. She began to lick the head, skinning it back, then licking and savoring the sweet taste of it. She loved it, reveling in the hotness, the hardness of it. She fisted the staff and began to suck harder on the huge, swollen knob.
She came, her hot juices drowning his tongue and his mouth. It prompted his own orgasm. Hot cum, salty and thick, flooded her throat and her belly.
But still they didn't stop. He was her kind of man. Gushes of cum had flowed from his cock but still it was hard and throbbing, wanting more.
"Put it in me!" she screamed, raking his body with her nails, dragging him around into position. "Stick that fuck stick in my cunt!"
Suddenly it was his hot flesh against hers, his coarse pubic hair against her hot sheath. His hot cock ramming, gliding, sliding in and out of her, his hard flesh rubbing inside her cunt. She ground her pubic bone against his.
"Oh Mama! Oh Mama!" he gasped. "What a fuck! What a fuck you are!"
Their hips swung together in a long arc. Frantic now, their loins slapped noisily together, knees bent, legs swinging, bone against bone, flesh against flesh.
"Oh it's good, baby!" she gasped. "Your cock is so good!"
"Oh, see me now!" he screamed. "Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm comin'... I'm comin' like a fucking dam is breakin inside, baby!"
A final surge of stroking and hot cream poured forth inside her cunt, spurting again and again while he lunged against her in thrusts full of lustful power.
But she knew nothing.
She didn't want to know anything, lost now in her own lustful explosion, jerking, bucking, draining him while spurting forth with her own hot juices in wild, orgiastic ecstasy and delight.
Slowly, their movements subsided. She rolled him from her, moved down his body and encased his shrinking cock in her mouth.
She went to sleep immediately.
The insistent jangling of the telephone brought her rudely awake. She looked around. He was gone, but fuck him, she thought, she was ready to find more. It was going to be a long weekend and there were always more whenever she wanted them.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Beldon?"
"Yeah." She didn't even ask who it was. She knew Ruth Haskins' voice very well. The old lady had been Roscoe's secretary since before she had married him.
"Hold on, please... for Mr. Beldon."
She waited, her hand rubbing the creases of her cunt, thinking about the night to come, until she heard Roscoe's voice. "Lucille?"
"You know damn well it's Lucille, Roscoe. What do you want and how did you find me?"
"By having Ruth call every hotel in New York. You should register under a different name."
"What for?" Lucille retorted, angry that he had started checking up on her again. "You know what the hell I'm here for anyway."
"That's why I'm calling you, Lucille. I've changed my mind."
"About what?"
"About us. I've decided that you should go your own way, as I'm sure you've always wanted to."
She was amazed, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't keep it out of her voice. "Do you mean you want a divorce?"
"No, Lucille, I don't want a divorce. I just don't want you. You have your car... your clothes are on their way to you. You'll have an allowance of five hundred dollars a month deposited in your account up here every month to live on. You can go anywhere you want and do anything you want. I just don't ever want to see you again."
"Five hundred a month?" she screamed. "You know fucking well I can't live on that!"
"Then get a job, Lucille. If you come back here or if I even see you again my lawyers tell me I can dump you and it won't cost me a dime. Sorry to spoil your lovely weekend."
"Fuck you!" she said as the phone went dead. She threw it to the floor and shouted, "FUCK!" to the room in general. Five hundred dollars a month wouldn't even buy her clothes, let alone the booze and freedom she needed for her kicks. Thinking of kicks brought to mind what she had just had. She wanted more. She wondered if maybe it wasn't too late to jar a quickie out of the lounge downstairs. Snapping on the light and glancing at her watch she knew it was impossible.
She rolled back on the pillow, cursing her husband, Ruth Haskins, herself, and her luck.
She fingered her cunt. What to do now? she wondered. She should find a place to hole up for a while and figure out what to do next. But, for that, she would need some ready cash. Sell the car? No, she would need it too much.
She was mad, and when she was mad she always thought of Janie. And thinking of Janie brought a possible answer to her problem.
She grabbed the phone and gave the hotel operator the number that she had never forgotten, even after ten years.
Janie Sturgess had been Lucille's roommate in school. She was gay and had practically supported Lucille through school. Also she traveled, because of her parents' wealth, in the kind of man she needed to travel in to meet the kind of man she wanted. She had met Roscoe through Janie. When she was sure Roscoe was going to marry her, Lucille had dropped her. Janie had gone directly to Roscoe and told him about their love affair. Roscoe had used that as an excuse not to consummate their marriage for a long time, until Lucille found out, in fact, that her husband was impotent. Nevertheless, he had never forgiven Janie.
"Hello." She recognized Janie's low, husky voice at once.
"Hello, Janie. This is your pussy, your favorite pussy."
"Lucille... Lucille? Is that you?"
"Yes, it's me, Janie, and I just had a big black cock inside me. His come is oozing all over my legs right now. Don't you wish you were here to suck his cum out of my cunt, huh?"
"Lucille, don't talk like that! Where are you?"
"In the city. Roscoe finally dumped me."
"Oh, I'm sorry," the girl said.
"No, you're not," said Lucille.
"No, I guess I'm not. Where are you? At a hotel? Come over to my place. Please!"
"Why? So you can suck my cunt some more? That's all you want me back for isn't it, Janie? So you can suck my cunt?"
"No... no, please, Lucille. I love you, I do. Please come back, it's been so long and I've missed you so much."
"I need ten thousand. Will you loan it to me?"
There was a long silence on the other end of the line and then Janie's voice came to her, clear and lower in tone, with a strong thread of strength behind it. "If you'll come back to me."
"Fuck you!" Lucille said, suddenly feeling much better even though she knew she was in trouble. She started to smile within herself, suddenly sure that something would turn up right around the corner. It always had. "You love my pussy, that's all you love. That's all you ever loved -- my cunt."
Then the blubbering began in earnest on the other end of the wire. The louder and more strident the other woman's crying became the more Lucille laughed. When she heard Janie attempt to create words from her blubbering Lucille laughed even louder, wilder, more hysterically, and slammed the receiver back into its cradle.
She continued the hysterical laughter, matching it with the violent thrashing of her body as she rubbed and tore at her pussy painfully, bringing herself to extremes of orgasm.
The following morning she surveyed her situation. She had a full tank of gas and just a little over two hundred in her purse. New York was out; too expensive unless she had something going. She even thought of turning a couple of tricks, but that repelled her. She loved sex too much to pay or be paid for it.
The first night out she stopped in the finest place she could find in a small Virginia town. After a quick shower and a bite to eat she headed for the lounge. There would be all kinds of horny salesmen and she was sure she would have her pick. There would be enough time to try and find a good sugar daddy when she got to Miami. In the meantime, she might just as well have some fun on the way down.
The bar was a disappointment. Only three or four men sat around drinking. They were all obviously bored and none of them looked like they were young enough to get it up enough to satisfy her immense needs.
She ordered a drink, finished it quickly and had just started on a second when a young, blond, handsome stud strolled in and sat right beside her. He had what she wanted written all over him.
In no time the conversation got around to sex. She stayed just a little coy with him, wanting to play the game before suggesting they go to either of their rooms together.
She was just about to make the move when a young blonde girl with the most tremendous figure Lucille had ever seen strolled into the room. Lucille saw her first, but the young man next to her quickly picked up on the girl's figure and the way her eyes kept roaming his way.
Shit! Lucille thought. "Listen," she said, trying to head the situation off before it went much further. "Why don't we get out of this stuffy room. I'm in four-oh-six."
"Sure," he said, smiling. "I'll be right back."
He got up, crossed around the bar and entered the men's room. About five minutes passed and he emerged. But, instead of crossing back to where Lucille waited, he stopped and started talking to the young blonde.
Lucille could only hear a small part of the conversation. She caught enough to know that the girl's name was Midge, that yes, she was lonely, and yes, she would love some company but she needed twenty dollars very bad.
The man never even hesitated, or glanced back in Lucille's direction. He simply smiled at the girl, took her arm, and left the bar.
Jesus, thought Lucille, beaten out by a kid, and a hooker besides. And not only that but a cheap hooker. Twenty dollars? Lucille was angry but she was amused at the same time. With the face and figure the young blonde had, Lucille was sure she could have gotten a hundred. She needed a keeper, or a manager, Lucille laughed to herself.
It rankled her to think an ill-dressed kid had taken her bed partner away from her, but then, she was smart enough to know that she couldn't compete with youth in general, and looks like that girl had in particular.
She looked around. Nothing else in the bar really turned her on, but she was damned if she would go to bed alone.
A big, wide-shouldered man, with just a touch of gray at his temples, smiled at her from the near darkness of a corner booth. He looked too old for the real staying power Lucille liked, but she returned his smile anyway.
He crossed to her. "Buy you a drink?" he asked.
"Two's my limit," she said, still smiling. "Any more than that sometimes makes me lose performance."
He laughed. "You come right to the point, don't you?"
"Why not," she said, spinning slightly on the stool until her knees came between his legs. She ran one of them up and down his thigh. "I have a room upstairs."
He shook his head. "My car's in the parking lot."
Walking around the building she assumed that he meant to take her to his room, which was evidently in another motel somewhere.
They had barely closed and locked the car doors when he pulled his pants down around his ankles and placed her hand on his hard cock. "You're a good-lookin' woman," he hissed. "Daddy's gonna be good to you. Suck my cock a little first."
"But I wanna fuck," Lucille said.
"I'm gonna fuck you, honey," he said. "I just want you to suck me first."
"You mean here?"
"I don't want to fuck in the car," she said, "let's go up to my room."
"No way," he said. "My old lady works on the desk in there. We'll just get a quickie out here. C'mon, honey, suck it a little!"
He grabbed her behind the head and tried to force her down on his cock. It happened so fast that she couldn't resist. As her lips covered the head he jammed upward with his hips, burying his cock in her face. He held her fast until she had no choice but to blow him or stop breathing.
"Oh God, that's good... oh shit, suck on it, baby suck on it!"
He came, grinding the whole of his cock down her throat, making her swallow the gushes of cum that spurted in thick streams from the head of his prick.
"You son-of-a-bitch," she said, when at last his cock was drained dry and she was again upright in the car seat.
"You suck real good, baby. That was real good head. My old lady could never learn to do it like that," he said, a leer stamped across his face.
"Well, explain that to your old lady," she said, and raked across both his cheeks in one swift motion with her nails.
She was out of the car in an instant and running across the parking lot to the rear entrance to the motel. She didn't stop until she was in her room, panting, with her back safely against the locked door.
She quickly rummaged through her suitcase, cursing the young blonde in the bar who had robbed her of what she knew would have been a great evening of kicks and sex. She also cursed the bastard in the car, but he had turned her on so much that she knew she must do something.
From the suitcase she extracted a tiny vibrator. She turned it on and felt her body begin to perspire in anticipation the second the whirring sound started. She lifted herself off the bed, spread her legs wide, and pulled her skirt to her hips. She reached beneath it. With one hand she pulled aside the thin fabric of her panties. With her other she worked the little package of pleasure deep into her throbbing cunt.
With the aid of the vibrator she brought herself to the peak of orgasm several times as she stripped and turned on the shower. She then removed the vibrator from her sopping cunt and took a huge plastic cock from a special bag in her suitcase.
Lucille preferred to have her pussy filled with a real cock, but living so long with Roscoe had forced her into using the device many, many times until eventually, it was almost enough to satisfy her.
Sometimes she had even slept with it embedded to the hilt in her cunt, after she had masturbated with it several times, always finding pleasure in the feeling of a full cunt when she awoke in the morning.
She stepped through the steam and closed her eyes as the hot water shot all over her body. Her nipples tingled excitingly as she leaned back against the wall and let the water work its will with her. Her nipples came even more erect under the fiery caressing of the water, and she tightened her grip on the huge plastic cock in preparation of inserting it deeply into her cunt.
She slipped down the shower wall slightly, opening her legs and rubbing the tip of her dildo between the lips of her already moist, hot, willing pussy.
With a slight jerk of her entire body she drove the instrument all the way up inside her. She did love one thing about the plastic cock: it was far bigger than the cock of any man she had ever seen and, in that sense, it did the job of most men.
When her cunt was completely filled with the artificial prick, she began rolling her clitoris back and forth with her thumb. The fiery sensations it caused coursed through her. She worked it in and out, oblivious to everything but the rising passion it was creating in her cunt. The feeling spread throughout her limbs, filling her with the breathless excitement that came before complete fulfillment.
She stroked herself again and again, deeper and deeper with the dildo. She kept up a steady, rolling pressure on her clitoris with her thumb, until with a tiny cry, her body exploded.
The climax rolled through her body but still she didn't stop. She continued the pressure by pulling upward toward her breasts with the instrument, as if it were the stick of a plane and she wanted to climb, higher and higher. Again, almost at once, she began to feel wave after wave of passion course through her aroused body.
At last she climbed from the tub, dried her body, and climbed into bed. Again she inserted the dildo far up inside her cunt. As she rubbed herself off again and again, eventually falling into semi-sleep, she wondered what room her handsome young man from the bar was fucking the young girl in. If she knew she would go, knock on the door, and enter the room naked, with the dildo sticking out of her cunt, and join them for a threesome.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You're not really a hooker, are you, honey?" he said, his arm around her waist as they climbed the stairs to his room.
"No, but I ran out of money yesterday afternoon in D.C., and when you came on strong I thought I'd get some food money along with my fun."
"How did you get down here from D.C.?" he asked, sliding his hand up and down the smooth roundness of her hip.
"I blew the bus driver."
He laughed. "You are truly something else. Where the hell are you headed?"
"I don't know," she replied, "I haven't made up my mind yet."
The five hundred Midge had gotten from her Aunt May had lasted almost a thousand miles and two weeks. She had decided, on impulse alone, to head for New York.
She got side-tracked in Chicago.
She was sifting in a booth, in the airline terminal, alone, eating, when she overheard a conversation between a man and a woman coming from the booth behind her.
"But, honey," the man said, "I tell ya I can make the buy... a lousy hundred bucks, and three hours later, we're a thousand bucks richer."
"And what if you're busted? There goes our last hundred bucks, and no ball money," replied the woman, her voice on the edge of anger.
"No sweat," he insisted. "All I do is pick up and deliver. I mean I make both of the contacts. What the hell can go wrong?"
The conversation intrigued Midge. She had three hundred left. If the man was so sure, and if he could turn one hundred into a thousand, maybe he could turn three hundred into three thousand.
When the couple got up from the booth, Midge followed them. The guy was about twenty-five and the woman was a little older. Midge followed them out of the air terminal, across the street, and into a motel.
She watched them pick up a key and then she went up to the desk and told the man that she wanted an adjoining room to her brother and sister-in-law. She read the name to the desk clerk right off the card beneath his hand.
In the room she showered and changed from her little-girl traveling clothes into her pick-up clothes, complete with heavy makeup and sexy hairdo.
She found them in the bar. It was crowded so she needed no excuse to ask if she could share their table. She was proud of herself the way she seemed to adapt to the world outside the small town where she had grown up.
In no time Midge had the conversation around to the two points she was most interested in: sex and the making of some extra money. The couple caught on fast and eventually she admitted that she had overheard their conversation in the air terminal.
The woman's name was Lois and from the way she looked at Midge, it was obvious she swung both ways. He was Charley and he admitted that the only thing he liked better than being free, smoking hash, and dealing, was fucking beautiful, big-boobed cunts.
They both laughed, delighted, when upon offering to take Midge to their room for a little fun, she told them she was already there, right next door.
Midge gave Charley the money. He left to make the buy while the two girls went on up to the room. Midge went into the bathroom. She sat on the commode and left the door open. It was only seconds later that she looked up to see Lois standing in front of her.
Lois starting taking her clothes off at once. "I do wear a bra sometimes," she said as she slipped her sweater up over her head. "My tits are so damn big and heavy that sometimes it hurts if I don't. From the way you fill that blouse I'll bet you got the same kind of trouble."
"Yeah," said Midge, smiling as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse.
Lois returned the smile, knowing as their eyes met that Midge might be young, but she was already a winner.
Lois cupped her heavy breasts and scratched at the indentations in her skin beneath them where the bra had left its marks. Her breasts were big, thought Midge, nearly as big as her own. The girl had a full figure, very fleshy and ripe, with a thatch of long russet pubic hair that hung down between her thighs.
"Why don't we go to bed," Midge said, "while we're waiting for Charley?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Lois laughed, and bounced out of the bathroom.
They had barely reached the bed when Lois shoved her head between Midge's thighs and parted the glued-up lips of the girl's cunt with her tongue.
Midge twisted Lois' body around until she too could taste the delights of the other girl's cunt.
They rolled around on the bed, loving and sucking each other until they heard Charley come into the room.
Midge finally tore herself away from Lois' delightful cunt and tolled over. She looked down between the massive globes of her own breasts and saw Charley naked at the foot of the bed. She watched the swollen red tip of his cock swell again and again from the center of his fist as he pumped it.
"Started without me, huh?" he said, laughing.
"You'll catch up," Lois said, returning his laugh. "You're gonna love this, Midge. My lovin' old man there is a genius with his prick and he's got the staying power of a stallion."
Midge didn't know quite what was expected of her, but she was willing to go along with anything.
Lois crawled to the foot of the bed and started sucking Charley's cock. She ran her tongue lovingly around the bulbous head, down the upper side of the shaft, and then back outward along the rigid sperm tube on the underside. He took her head in his hands and savagely wrenched her head around until he could jam his cock, in one swift, hard thrust, far down her willing throat. The woman gagged but responded at once by bobbing her head up and down on his prick in time with his shoving hips.
"That's it, baby. That's the way to suck Daddy," Charley said, his eyes half closed in rapture. "Just get it good and wet 'cause Charley's got a special place for it."
Through the haze of sex that surrounded the room Midge remembered the other half of her interest in Lois and Charley.
"Charley?" she said.
"Yeah, baby."
"Did you make the buy?"
"What? Oh, yeah, yeah, baby. But don't worry about that shit now. Turn over on your hands and knees."
He took his cock out of his wife's mouth and crawled up on the bed. "Just relax your ass, honey," Charley said to Midge, nudging her anus with his hard cockhead. "Relax it just like you relax your pussy."
She did as he asked and marveled with surprise when she felt the bone-hard head of his cock slide easily into the hole. He had lubricated it well with his wife's saliva and juices from Midge's cunt before entering the anal channel. Further and further he slid it up the hole, until she could feel his hairy pubis nestled between the cheeks of her ass.
"There it is, baby. You got all my cock in your ass. Is it good?"
"Oh shit yes," Midge sighed, her eyes wide, her body jerking against him.
He began moving his hips, sliding the full length of his cock in and out of her asshole in long, pulsing strokes.
"Beautiful," said Lois as she slithered her head beneath Midge's body and between her knees. "You're a beautiful cunt, Midge. I'm so glad we spotted you in the airline terminal."
"You spotted me?" Midge said, only half paying attention to the other girl's words because of the joy that was reaming her ass.
"Shut up, both of ya," Charley said. "I mean, shit, let's fuck!"
Lois shoved two pillows under her ass, raising her cunt up so that Midge could taste the flow of juices from its pink lips. She looked up herself and sighed when she saw Midge's cunt just above her. It was covered completely by soft blonde hair. Where the hair parted she could see the dark folds of her cunt move in time with the strokes of Charley's cock as it rammed in and out of the asshole directly above the gaping slit.
Lois raised her face, lapped at Midge's clitoris, and buried her none in the soaking channel. She tongued the wet folds and used her lips like a suction cup on Midge's clitoris.
Midge screamed with joy at the double stimulation of Lois' mouth in her cunt and Charley's long, thrusting cock in her ass.
On and on they went, Charley reaming Midge's ass while the two girls ate each other until all three of them exploded in bliss. They rested for just a few minutes and then Midge and Lois changed places and they started in again.
They fucked nearly the whole night away until Midge drifted off into a blissful, satiated sleep.
The next morning she had showered and dressed before she realized that Lois and Charley were gone, and she had been taken. Along with them, of course, went most of her clothes and all but a few dollars of her money. It was a bitter lesson, but one she wouldn't soon forget.
She sneaked out of the hotel, hitched to Washington, and found a place to crash for two nights. There were nine people to a room and it was a toss-up as to who or what smelled the most -- the people or the room. Because of the free-spirited way of life they all seemed to have, Midge could almost accept the smell, even tough it went totally against her philosophy of getting something better out of life.
Even that was lost when, in the middle of the second night, she was awakened by a forty-year-old hippie trying to shove his cock in her mouth.
"Suck on it, will ya," he moaned. "I'd kick ya, honey, but shit, I'm so fuckin' spaced-out I can't move."
She squeezed his balls until he screamed in pain. She grabbed what clothes she had left, and split. It was only a matter of time at the bus station until the right driver showed up.
His name was Carlo and he practically told Midge his life story before they got into the room. He was married but because of his business he hardly ever saw his wife. He didn't mind too much, he said. He liked to travel and he liked a lot of strange pussy.
"Who was the woman you were talking to in the bar?" Midge asked.
"I don't know. Just some old cunt who wanted a young cock," he said, laughing. "But when I saw you I figured who needs that when something like this is available." He put his arms around her and cupped the cheeks of her ass with his hands as he nuzzled his face in the hollow of her neck.
"She looked attractive to me," Midge said, feeling the bulge in his crotch expanding against hers.
"Forget her," he sighed, "let's fuck. Let me tell you all the things I like."
As they undressed he detailed all the little quirks he liked to do right down to the timing of each one. Midge listened but she thought he was a little nuts. She just liked to do things as they came along rather than plan how to fuck, but she listened and went along with him.
In bed she played with his cock, self-satisfaction registering on her face when it grew to a gigantic size. If, she thought, he could use his cock as well as it looked, it would be a good night. She lowered her head to it.
"No," he said, reaching under her arms and pulling her upward until her tits were dangling just above his chest. "Run your jugs around my chest a little. Yeah, like that. Just tickle me with the nipples."
She propped herself above him until just her nipples floated across the hair on his chest, leaving waves of sensuality coursing through both their baffles in their wake. She revolved the upper pert of her body in ever-increasing circles as she moved, skin to skin, lower and lower on his body.
A tiny, continuous trickle of semen oozed from the head of his cock as her body ran across it. He traced patterns with it on the inside of her thighs, her pussy, her belly, and, at last, her tits. She squeezed her full breasts around it when she was low enough so he could hump his cock between them. She bent her head and licked greedily at the tip of his cock. It caused the saliva to overflow in her mouth and dribble out in streams over his prick and hairy belly.
"See?" he said. "It's like I told you... I never stop comin'. It hardly ever comes out in big gushes but it just keeps comin'."
He was right. His cock seemed to continually come in tiny spurts that would flow all over their bodies, or down her throat, or up her cunt. His huge sac never seemed to empty, and his cock, she would find out, could stay hard for hours.
"Now! NOW!" he groaned, his eyes narrowing to two needle points of desire as he reached with his hands and jammed her mouth roughly over the head of his cock. "Work on it, you cunt! Suck it!"
She groaned herself and sucked even harder as she felt the stream of hot fluid flow down her throat. It excited her, made her pussy stream with juice, and drove her on and on to satisfy his wildest desires.
She moved a little lower, spread his legs and paused with just the throbbing head of his cock poised in her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly around him so great gobs of saliva and semen could stream down around the hard staff. While she did this she worked her hands around and around on his cock until they and the staff were slick.
"Here," he said, rummaging around at the side of the bed and then handing her a long plastic instrument that looked like a huge cock. "Use this! Do it just like I told you!"
His tone was too commanding and she didn't like it. But something about his kooky needs and his general attitude toward sex did turn her on. She decided to do as he wanted first and get what she wanted later.
She rubbed the crack of his ass with her fingers, well lubricating his hole. With her tongue reaming the pinpoint opening in his cockhead, she reached behind him and found the dildo. She inserted its head and part of the shaft into her cunt, getting it well lubricated.
"Hurry," he urged, "I can feel it. I can feel the big one coming."
She removed the instrument from her cunt and placed its head against his palpitating anus. Slowly she lowered her head over his cock until about one-third of it was in her face.
Then everything happened at once. She shoved the dildo full length up his ass, causing him to groan in ecstasy and lunge upward with his hips. She drove her head downward at the same time, impaling her face and throat with the full length of his meat.
At once great gobs of his cum spurted from his throbbing staff, washing her throat as they slithered down to her belly. The more she would jab his asshole with the rubber cock, the more his prick would give forth with its milky liquid.
When his streams again became a trickle, she rolled to her side and let him slowly fuck her face while she removed the dildo from his ass and inserted it into her cunt. With the dildo she matched his rhythms until her cunt felt as though it was literally on fire from the pulsing friction.
He was still rock-hard, and ready again just as he had promised he would be. "Now it's my turn," she groaned, and lifted herself to her knees above him. She pulled the dildo from her cunt and dropped it beside the bed as she swung her leg over his body and straddled his hips.
"You're nice and big, lover," she said. "I want some of that meat in my cunt."
The soft, rubbery lips of her pussy were wet and yawning open. They seemed to grab at him, drawing him upward until the tip of his prick was nestling directly in her vaginal opening.
"It's hard for ya, baby," he sighed, smiling up at her swaying breasts.
"Then fuck me with it!" she hissed.
He thrust upward with his hips as she settled downward. In only three thrusts he was buried inside her, balls deep, their pubic hair meshing as she ground the softness of her asscheeks and the hardness of her pelvic bane against him. She oohed and ahhed. She loved the sounds of fucking, the slurping suction of her cunt as she took his cock, the smacking sound of their bodies coming together in mutual joy.
Tiny groans of passionate pleasure erupted from both of them as she leaned far back, drawing his fat cock out of her passage until only the knob remained embedded between her pulpy folds.
"It's big, ain't it, honey?" he said, obviously proud of his meat. "You like it? You like how big it is?"
"It's big enough," she said, tired of listening to his bullshit. She jammed herself forward and down, burying the stiff rod far back in her cunt. Then she proceeded to startle him by giving him the fuck of his life.
She repeated the in and out action again and again, growling and voicing curses of sexual abandon that belied her age. Her body became a juggernaut of frenzied activity as she writhed on the mammoth cock, caressing and battering it against the far inside walls of her clasping pussy.
Midge was loving every inch of it, reveling in the man's lust and matching it with her own. Her back was arched, her head flailed from side to side, her lips were parted in ecstasy as the man's cock reamed in and out of her body.
"Oh, it's good, good, good!" she panted, using the force of her own hands on her hips to drive them downward to meet the force of his cock thrusts. "Oh shit, feed it to me! Ram it into me! Give me all your cock!"
Somehow, with almost the strength of a man, she grasped his hips with her knees and flipped both their bodies. He was amazed at her agility and strength as he suddenly found himself on top of her.
She wrapped her legs in a tight scissors grip around his hips. Now, instead of proudly displaying his prowess, the size of his cock, and his supposed superstud image, he was panting and hanging onto this wild mass of flesh beneath him with all his power.
He slipped out.
"Stick it in there, dammit!" she hissed between tightly clenched lips. "Move! Get your cock clear up my motherfucking cunt!"
"Holy... Jesus... Christ!" he cried in sheer exultation as he felt his hot cock trapped in the gooey mass of her pounding, clutching cunt.
She grinned, delighted at the look approaching terror on his face. She pulled his face down and kissed him.
His eager hands sought the pillows of her tits. They quivered to the tempo of his grinding cock deep in her body. He clutched them and fondled them and slobbered over them with his lips.
"Suck and play with the nipples!" she demanded. "Fuck! Oh, fuck harder, pound my pussy!" She rolled her hips harder, vibrating her pelvis as she locked him even tighter in the grip of her thighs.
She had surpassed him in need. He groaned, the sound rattling deep in his chest and vibrating from his raspy throat. His only desire was to lie motionless, perhaps for the rest of his life, with his cock in her pussy. But her hunger was greater. She clamped her cunt around the rod of his cock and made her cunt its second skin. In seconds it seemed to him that her box was moving in a dozen different directions all at the same time.
"Move it!" she shouted, "Dammit, MOVE IT!"
He fucked her in hard, straight strokes, going deeper each time, his cock feeling as though it would have to come out her throat with each succeeding thrust.
She started to scream something at him again, but the sound stopped in her throat. Her body went rigid and her face twisted as her lips pulled back from her teeth.
He almost stopped when he saw the strange way her face had contorted, but she urged him on, her hips banging against him at an even more furious pace.
He cried out as his cock began pumping, shooting off spurts of hot cum in her clutching box.
She too felt the searing, wonderful, hot sensation of orgasm rippling through her body. She settled her cunt clear over his cock so she could rock back and forth with her clitoris hard against his pubic bone and the top of his cock. She brought herself even higher with her action.
She cried out herself, unable to contain her mounting frenzy as she changed the technique of pressure against her button. She moaned, clutching him so tightly that her fingernails dug deeply into his flesh.
As the spasms subsided she felt his weight settle down upon her. She shook him. It did no good at all. He had fallen asleep right after finishing his come. She eased herself out, from under him and padded to the bathroom.
Quickly she showered and returned to the bed. She lifted the phone and dialed the desk. "Yes, this is room..." She paused, looking closely at the room number on the dial under the motel number. "This is room three-oh-one. I'd like a five o'clock call, please. Thank you."
Carefully, she pushed him to the far side of the bed and lay down herself. Her head was barely on the pillow before she slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The first gray streaks of dawn eased their way through the curtains as Lucille cursed to herself and climbed out of bed. She peeked out between the curtains' cracks and cursed again when she saw the beginnings of a rainy, miserable day.
She glanced at her watch in the thin shaft of light. "Shit," she said, "five o'clock."
The bedclothes were half on the floor and the sheet had an indication of darkness from her perspiration. She had tossed and turned most of the night, getting very little sleep, and most of that in short spurts that were far from restful. It was a twofold problem. She was still angry at the young blonde man in the bar for dropping her in lieu of that young cunt and, on top of it, paying for pussy when Lucille was more than willing to fuck the hell out of him for the fun of it. Also, her mind was still in a turmoil over what to do next.
She decided that trying to go back to sleep would only be a waste of time. The dildo was still inserted far up inside her cunt from the night before. As she waited for the tub to fill with water, she sat on the commode and brought herself to a quick orgasm, all the while cursing dumb young broads who charge for it.
When the bath was ready she cleaned the dildo, carefully wrapped it, and replaced it in her bag. Then she bathed, dressed, and went downstairs.
As she passed the coffee shop she toyed with the idea of breakfast. She decided against it, getting two cups of coffee to go instead. The idea of actually facing eggs at such an early hour only served to upset her stomach more.
She ran for the car as the rain pelted her shoulders and her hair. As the motor warmed up and the wipers scratched water from the windshield, she again found her mind wandering. If he had gone with her the previous night she would be up in a warm bed now with a full pussy instead of being out in the rain in a cold car.
"STOP THAT!" she said aloud, almost frightening herself with the sound of her voice. "Asshole! Christ, Lucille... you're getting fucking obsessed about one turn down. He was probably a lousy fuck anyway. There's a lot of cock in the world and you're not dead yet... so move!"
Satisfied that she had properly told herself off, she put the car in gear and eased out of the parking lot.
Between the misty rain and the patches of thick fog, visibility was very close to zero. She drove slowly, making sure of each turn and following the signs leading to the interstate, not wanting to have to back up or cover the same pound twice.
At last, about a hundred yards in the distance, she spotted the sign directing her south and the on-ramp to the interstate. She also spotted a wet, shaking figure with a hand out, the thumb pointed up.
"Poor slob," Lucille murmured as she accelerated up the ramp past the huddled form. She was nearly to the top when her mind pulled the sash off the figure's head and she saw the tight blonde curls under it. She ground the car to an abrupt halt, nearly sliding against the curb, and peered through the rear window.
Even from such a distance Lucille couldn't mistake the open innocent face, the blonde hair, and the ample figure, barely disguised by the thin, wraparound coat.
Should I? She asked herself. Why not! Besides, it might be fun. I can find out if he was any good.
She slowly let the car roll back down the incline as she tapped, with quick bleating sounds, on the auto's horn.
The girl's face turned, smiled, and then she broke into a run. In no time she was at the car and had the door pulled open. She started to lurch into the warm coziness of the car when she stopped, peering into the face of the woman she had seen in the bar the previous evening.
"Don't you want a ride?" Lucille said.
"Yes... I mean yeah, sure. But..."
"Will ya get the fuck in!" Lucille said, her voice taking on a harsh quality. "Those seat cushions aren't vinyl... they dry slow."
The girl smiled and slid into the seat with a long sigh. Lucille pulled the car smoothly into the fast lane of traffic and accelerated quickly up to, and beyond, the posted speed limit.
It was several miles before they spoke, each of them sizing up the other with quick, furtive glances out of the corners of their eyes, and little sidelong twists of their heads.
Clean her up, thought Lucille, put some clothes on her, do something with her hair, and she would really be a beautiful girl.
I'll bet, thought Midge, her cunt wouldn't even melt ice cubes. How old is she? Thirty-eight? Thirty-nine? Hard to say. She's beautiful, well dressed, expensive car. She's probably got a lot of money and she's just out for a good time. Maybe she's gay. All the better, thought Midge.
"How far are you going?" Lucille asked, lighting a cigarette and offering one to the girl.
"I don't really know," Midge replied.
"Do you care. I mean, do you care how far you're going?"
Midge caught a flicker of interest in her voice. "No," she replied very deliberately, "not really. I usually go all the way."
Lucille smiled. There was something about the girl she liked, really liked. She decided to be blunt and see what kind of reaction she got. "How was he?"
"Who?" Midge asked. She turned her head and body around in the seat so she directly faced the older woman.
"You know fucking well who... the blond dude you picked up in the bar, back in the motel, last night."
"You mean the blond dude I stole out from underneath you last night?"
Lucille turned momentarily and caught the girl's wide grin. She returned it. "Yeah..." Lucille said, chuckling, "that's the one."
"He wasn't bad. He had a big dick but he didn't really know how to use it very well."
"You sound as if you should know," Lucille said.
"I do," Midge replied, cracking a window wing and pushing her cigarette out. "I think I scared him to death. He thought he was coming on real kooky, but I blew his head when I banged hell out of him."
"Did he pay you?"
"No."
Lucille let it drop for a few miles, thinking again that the kid probably did need a manager if she asked for only twenty and then didn't even get that.
Finally, Midge broke the silence. "Can I have another cigarette?"
"Sure," Lucille replied, dropping the pack in her lap and punching the dashboard lighter.
"I paid myself," Midge said, replacing the lighter and expelling a long stream of smoke. "I left an early morning call while he was crapped out. Then, this morning, I got up while he was still out and went through his bags, his wallet, and all his pockets before I dressed and split."
"No shit?" Lucille said, biting her lip to keep from cracking up.
"No shit," Midge said.
So, Lucille thought, her stomach shaking from controlled laughter, the arrogant son-of-a-bitch had bought it anyway. He was looking for a bargain, or what he thought was one, from a young, good-looking cunt who was undercharging herself, and he ended up paying through the nose for it. "How..." Lucille couldn't help laughing out loud, "... how much did you take him for?"
"A little over two hundred and fifty bucks. I left him the change."
"Beautiful!" Lucille cried, filling the car with shrill laughter.
"How far are you going?" Midge asked, when, at last, the woman called down and drove with one hand while she wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes with a hanky in the other.
"New Orleans... Florida maybe. I don't know, right now... I'm loose."
"I can pay my part of the gas," Midge said.
Lucille studied her out of the corner of her eye. They would make a good team, Lucille thought. The girl obviously enjoyed sex, she was young, and she could certainly take care of herself. Besides, Lucille's instincts about women were usually right.
"Can you drive?"
"Sure... why?"
"You see that boy way up there on the highway?"
"Yeah," Midge said, straining her eyes in the distance. "He's hitching."
"I'm going to pick him up and I want you to drive."
Midge smiled. "You gonna make up for last night?"
"That's right," Lucille said, braking the car, and scoring another point in her head for the girl.
She was smart.
They were going to get along just fine.
CHAPTER FIVE
He was eighteen and just bumming around the country -- not out to seek his fortune, just out for some kicks. For all of his heavy talk about being a tentative man of the world and the gleam in his eyes at seeing two beautiful women in the car that picked him up, he hadn't the foggiest idea what he was about to experience.
The car had barely come to a halt when Lucille dove into the back seat and Midge slid over to drive. He climbed into the passenger side. Lucille leaned against the back of the front seat as the girl maneuvered the car back onto the highway and into the fast lane.
"What's your name?" Lucille asked as she struggled out of her skirt, panty hose and shoes.
"Don," he said, his lower lip vibrating, his eyes casing the obvious abundance of tit under Midge's thin sweater.
"How long have you been on the road, Don?" Midge asked, keeping the car at a steady pace.
"About a month," he answered.
"Been getting a lot?" Lucille asked, smiling as he started to squirm a little.
"Well... I... some," he stammered.
"Was it good?" Midge queried.
"Well... a... yeah... it's all good," he said, smiling, still nervous but hoping all their talk had action somewhere behind it.
"As good as this," Lucille said, grasping his hand and placing it on her breast behind the seat.
"That's... that's mighty fine," he gasped.
"You like to fuck, Don?" Midge asked, raising her ass in the seat and pulling her skirt up to her hips. "'Cause we love to fuck."
"Doesn't everybody," he said, again laughing nervously. He gulped at the sight of Midge's full white thighs and the strip of black panty running down between them. Tiny blonde curls found their way outside the strip of material to make his mouth water and his cock harder to a prominent bulge at the front of his pants.
Lucille unhooked her bra and slid both it and her blouse off. Her tit, bare, the nipple hard, filled his hand and his whole body started to shake in anticipation. She settled into the back seat and spread her legs wide, resting her heels on top of the front seat, one of her toes tickling his ear.
"Then why don't you crawl back here and take a good turn on this!"
He looked over the seat. What he saw made his hand go at once to his crotch. She was holding the lips of her pussy wide apart, giving him a beautiful view of the pink inner folds of her cunt. Clear liquid was already running in trickling streams from her hole. The clitoris was distended like a tiny cock that winked at him from the top of her delectable slit. For a woman her age her skin was smooth where the soft inner thighs molded into her cunt and the rounded bulges of her ample buttocks.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed.
"Let's see your meat," Midge said, trying with one free hand to fumble with his zipper.
He unzipped his fly and pulled his rigid cock free from his pants. It was a good solid cock, about eight inches, and thick, with a bulging head almost twice the width of the shaft.
"C'mon, baby," Lucille urged from the back seat, ramming two fingers up her cunt and then inserting them in her mouth so she could suck her own pungent juices. She watched the boy scramble over the seat, his face full of lust and youthful anticipation. There was even a bit of drool coming out the sides of his mouth. His cock was fairly leaping up and down in front of his pants. "Take your clothes off, baby," she said.
She watched him tear the clothes from his body. She knew that he would pop his nuts right away if he got inside her but she also knew she could get him up again right away. She knew about younger boys. They liked to see a woman at her primitive best. She knew that sprawling like that, in the back seat of a car, naked, traveling down a super highway, she looked just like that to him; legs spread, her face in a grimace of lust, her pussy gaping and throbbing under his gaze, her tits shaking as her hand ground into her cunt.
He settled over her, his cock pressing between her legs like a young bull's. She was moving her hips against his, and the heat from her pussy flowed through his body, blasting his brain. His thighs started shaking and his arms turned to putty. He could hardly hold his weight off her body.
She knew he was lying about getting any. He had probably done nothing all that month on the road but masturbate. Just seeing her body and being that close to it made his cock jump so badly that she was sure he was going to come all over her belly before he even got inside her.
"You gonna come, baby," she said. "Take it easy, no rush."
"I can't help it," he gasped, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth, his eyes glued to the bouncing hugeness of her pink-tipped breasts. "Let me get it in ya!"
"Wait a minute, honey," Lucille cooed. "I don't want that. I want you in me and with me for a good long one. Let me finish you off the first time another way and then you can relax and we can both enjoy it."
"What... how?" he jabbered.
"You ever been blowed, sweetie?" Lucille asked.
"Just by a guy... once, when I was in school. But I ain't gay."
"Of course you're not, Donnie, honey," Lucille said, trying to calm him down. "Fucking is fucking... any way you get it is good."
She pushed him over to sit on the seat while she got down on her knees in front of him. She ran her tongue up both of his thighs, mouthed and tongued his balls, and rubbed her ample tits against his knees.
"Oh shit," he groaned, "oh shit, that feels good."
She plunged her mouth down over his hard cock, taking almost half of it into her throat in one suck. She wasn't going to waste his first, good big come on the outside of her body. She wanted it in her belly, whether it was through her cunt or through her mouth meant no difference. She wanted to suck his cock anyway, relieve him of that first load so that he could stay with her, bring her to many orgasms and then have another of his own, perhaps bigger than the first.
In front, Midge turned the rear-view mirror downward so she could see all the sweet action going on in the back seat. She saw the boy's face twist into what became almost an intense parody of passion as his meat slid again and again far down Lucille's obviously practiced throat. The older spread ass was raised in the air, the cheeks Midge saw the goo run in streams from the upside-down split of her cunt, and wished she was in the back seat to suck a little of the woman's good pussy while she sucked the boy's cock. She satisfied herself, for the moment, by curling three fingers in her own wet nest and getting herself off nice and easy by just watching.
It didn't take long. He had been so long without a woman that the mere feel of her lips against his cock sent an orgasmic thrill through his legs and balls. When he had hitched his first ride, nearly a month before, from the little Kansas town where he had grown up, he had dreamed that one day some beautiful woman would pick him up and demand that he fuck her. And now it was truly happening to him. And it was good.
She knew he was coming. Her arms were wrapped around his legs and she felt them shiver and shake as his cum started to explode from his balls and start its flow up through his hard shaft. She opened her mouth more, took all his cock until her upper lip was pressed hard into his shag, and waited with glee for the explosion.
The first shot came at that exact time, when she had taken his whole cock. It came with such force that she had to swallow and keep swallowing or run the risk of choking. But still she couldn't get it all down. Milky cum built up in her cheeks, mixed with her saliva, and spilled out in oozing streams around his staff, dripping down her chin and over his balls.
He was gasping and panting. He had been kneading her tits while she sucked him. Now he became possessed. His cock wilted a little, not a lot, but a little. With a slurping sound he pulled it from her lips and flipped her over on her back. She saw at once that he was even more ready to please her than she had pleased him.
"Yeah, baby," she hissed. "Go after it... give me your head now!"
His mouth drooled as his face neared her seething pussy. Suddenly he was between her legs, kissing, sucking, biting her lips. Her legs locked around his head and her hands grabbed his long hair, shoving his nose up her twat. She excited him, boiled his young blood. She was a woman who gave and got her pleasure from a man. And, at the time, he happened to be the man.
He never hesitated but burrowed his face deeper and harder into her cunt, savoring its warmth and its musky odor. Lucille sighed, taking and loving the attention she was getting from the youth. She looked up and saw Midge's face in the rear-view mirror. She winked and the girl winked back. She saw Midge's lips silently form the words: "Don't wear him all the way out." Lucille laughed aloud and retorted, also silently, "I don't think I could."
Lucille humped herself into his mouth, matching the solid thrust of his tongue with vicious pumps of her own. He held her by the hips, grinding in closer and closer, deeper and deeper as he instinctively searched for more wetness, more closeness, gulping more of her juices and letting tern pour down his gullet.
She released his hair and started kneading her own tits. She pinched one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and liked the way it hardened under her touch, wanting his mouth on it but deciding his mouth was far better where it was.
She cupped a breast in each hand and pushed tern both up toward her mouth. She kept her legs locked around his head, her hips still pumping her wet cunt into his face. She loved to squeeze and push the weight of her tits around on her chest, feeling them flaw one way and then forcing them another. She closed her mouth over first one nipple and then the other, feeling the shock and joy of her own tit-sucking transmit itself to the nerves of her cunt.
She looked between her breasts and watched him suck on her cunt. "Take it lover... suck it and bite it, 'cause that's what it loves."
Her voice got through to him and he raised his face from her cunt. It was a mass of pussy juice and loose cunt hair. "How's it feel?" he asked, proud of himself.
For an answer she ground her heels into the back of his head, lowering his face once again to her cunt. He gnawed and chewed on her clitoris, sliding his mouth all over her thighs and her hole. His tongue teased, and then penetrated, stinging her inner walls like a viper.
She was coming. She could feel it rising in her cunt and belly. Finally she squeezed him to her and released her orgasm into his mouth. Its musk was so strong that he could feel it rising in waves and wafting throughout his senses.
She kept up the pressure against the back of his head until her first come was spent. As she relaxed, he rose to his knees with his joint bouncing between her legs. It had gotten hard and full again as she had known it would. Youth was a wonderful thing, she thought, especially in a man.
She took his cock hard in her hand and guided it to her hole. She liked the way her cunt lips seemed to encircle his staff by themselves, crawling over the head of his cock and absorbing it into the inner wetness through the moist opening.
Even though her cunt was sopping wet, he giggled with pleasure as he felt his cock slide into the still somewhat constricted opening.
She seemed to read his mind. "It just fits you, lover."
"I know," he sighed. "Oh shit, it feels good when it slides in like that... I mean, the first time."
He took his time, working it in a bit at a time, inch by inch as she writhed under him, pulling him down into her, rubbing up against him as his enormous cock sank slowly into her ready hole.
He supported the bulk of his weight on his elbows as she wrapped her legs around his back and spurred him in the ass with the heels of her feet. He ground his pelvis into hers and sank his cock all the way to the balls. They both thrilled to the extraordinary contraction of her cunt capturing his cock.
"Give it to me!" she suddenly screamed, making her cunt come alive between her twisting, rolling thighs. She was alive to his prick, absorbing it and draining it so that he didn't have to make a move if he didn't want to.
She was a woman. Truly a woman, and he had never had one before. All the pussy he had ever been in blanched in comparison to this beautiful, exciting, wanton hunk that now writhed and squirmed beneath him.
He humped into her, letting her enjoy the full length and thickness of his cock as he reamed her back and forth, in and out, letting the solid head of his prick poise in the opening of her cunt until she greedily forced the entire shaft down again deep into her hole until it seemed it would bulge her belly.
And then they both felt the sensations of an oncoming climax. She dug her nails into his back and he throbbed his sperm into her as hard as his cock could pump.
She writhed through two orgasms, one right after the other, before she would let her body relax under him.
In the front seat Midge looked down between her legs and thought how she loved to watch two people really go at each other in a good fuck. The seat was soaked with her come and pussy juices. She had brought herself off at least twice watching Lucille fuck the boy, and still her cunt throbbed with wanting.
"Lunchtime," Lucille laughed from the back seat. She leaned across the seat, kissed Midge on the cheek and jammed her hand between the girl's legs, kneading the wet, soggy cunt she found there. "And then it's your turn."
They stopped for lunch. Lucille chattered all through it, directing most of her conversation toward Midge and hardly paying any attention to the boy. She told the girl about her wants and needs, about her lousy husband and how he never wanted to fuck her, and how she had some big ideas about not getting hooked up with another loser if she ever tried again.
Midge listened to the woman, but with only one ear. The boy, Don, was not really her type. She liked studs, real studs with crazy ideas on how to fuck, and huge cocks to do it with. But watching Lucille ball him had gotten her hotter than a firecracker, and all she could think about through the meal was getting him into the back seat and feeling his cock in her.
Back in the car Midge wasted no time. Lucille had barely hit the highway before she had all her clothes off and was ordering the boy to do the same.
While he was undressing she posed for him, taking a deep breath and thrusting her tits far out from her chest. They were at least two cup sizes larger than Lucille's. It had the desired effect, and the boy literally ripped his clothes from his body, snorting like a young bull in the process.
When he was nude, she leaned forward, using her hand to guide his cock into her mouth. He moaned when she closed her jaws gently over it, letting it lie gently on her tongue. She squeezed her cheeks together, allowing her saliva to run all over it, sucking gently at the same time.
She knew he wanted to tam it home, but she held him back with her hands on his hips, letting him know she knew what she was doing. She sucked slowly and gently, letting him penetrate her face a little further with each grasping suck.
He reached down and cupped each of her monumental white globes. They were soft yet firm to his touch as he thumbed the nipples, feeling them harden under his sweating hands.
"God!" came the exclamation from Lucille in the front seat. "What a fucking body." Midge heard her and smiled around the thickness of the boy's meat at the older woman's reflection in the rear-view mirror. Then she returned with vigor to her work.
He began stroking his cock in and out, allowing the juices of her mouth to lubricate the entire length of his staff until, at last, it was disappearing into her mouth to its full length with each stroke.
Satisfied that he was plenty hard, Midge let his prick slip from her mouth with a loud pop, and nestled her ass back into the seat. She spread her legs and rubbed her snatch with the heels of both her hands.
"Eat me!" she said, a tone of absolute command in her voice.
"I want to fuck you," he panted.
"Later! Eat me first. C'mon, hurry up! Get your face into my pussy!"
He lowered himself to her, the odor of her cunt drifting up to his nostrils serving to urge him on. He could see the pulsating outer lips and they seemed to contract and talk to him, telling him that they wanted to be sucked. He kissed each one, allowing his tongue to worm its way between them and enter her hole. The inner flesh was wet and silky as his tongue ran in and out.
She groaned and squeezed her legs around his head, trapping his face against her pussy. She obviously loved it, but her voice took on a hard, raspy quality as she berated him.
"Eat it, cunt lapper. C'mon, prick, suck my cunt! Harder, shithead, can't you do it harder? I sucked your prick better than that. C'mon, do me some good, get your tongue up my hole or I'll piss all over your face!"
Lucille wasn't shocked but she was amazed that the young boy was taking all that abuse from a female. He not only took it, he seemed to like it. At least the intensity of his tongue in Midge's cunt had not lessened. In fact, it had doubled. It looked as though she would choke him, or at the very least, break his neck with the pressure she was exerting on his head with her tautly flexing thighs.
She might not like men, Lucille thought, but she sure liked fucking them. And while Lucille didn't dig Midge's total scene of degrading a man while she was fucking him, the older woman certainly saw some merit in it.
The young boy was really trying now as if he were being spurred on by both her verbal attack and her heels. He buried his face in her cunt as hard as he could, as if he were trying to duplicate the effects of a prick in her snatch with his tongue and chin.
Suddenly she grabbed him by the ears and urged his body upward on hers. He understood and lifted his head from between her legs. He worked his way up her body, his mouth all over her belly and her breasts. The nipples were as large as cherries and as hard as little rocks. He sucked one and then the other between his lips, nibbling at them and shooting them to the roof of his mouth with his working tongue.
Midge was mindless of everything but the pleasant tortures in her own body. She became a groaning, writhing mass of flesh that only wanted his cock to be plunged deep inside her to put out the fire that she alone had willed upon herself.
She toughly grabbed his cock and led it to her cunt. "Shove it in!" she shouted. "Give it to me!"
He did as she asked, pumping his hips in sheer joy -- her cunt was anything and everything a man could ask for. But then a rude awakening hit him as she started screaming in his ear.
"There, you prick, your cock's in my cunt! Haven't you ever wondered what it's like to be a girl and take a man's hard cock? To feel it plunge into you and stretch your pussy apart? Haven't you ever dreamed of having a stiff cock in you, warm and thick, going back and forth and then exploding all wet and warm and bathing the inside of you? Well it feels good, you prick! So give it to me, give all of it to me!"
She grunted underneath him as he redoubled his efforts, almost in fear from her screams and rantings. She was panting, and a light sheen of perspiration covered her body. Her chest was rising and falling, making her tits jump up toward his mouth instead of sloping off to either side of her body.
He wallowed into her body, his mind suddenly black, bereft of anything but the sensations of sex with this wildly gyrating girl beneath him. The touch, the smells, the sight of her hairy bush pulsating around his pounding cock drove everything out of his mind except the desire to satisfy her.
And that was exactly what she wanted.
He shoved it all into her and held as his spunk flew in streams up her channel. At the same time, she creamed her orgasm over his cock, bathing his balls and the seat beneath them with her juices.
"You were a little hard on him, weren't you?" Lucille asked. They were parked in a gas station, filling up. The boy had gone to the rest room.
"Why?" Midge asked, unconcerned.
"Oh, I don't know. It just seemed that you were taking something out on him."
"Maybe. What the fuck? He got what he wanted a fuck. I got what I wanted -- a fuck. Is there any more to it than that? Whatta you wanna do, Lucille," Midge continued, staring directly into the older woman's eyes, "fall in love with him or something?"
Lucille just shook her head at the girl's logic. She was saying things that she, herself, had often thought of but had never really reasoned out. Suddenly Lucille thought how much older this girl was than her years. It probably should have bothered her, but it didn't. Instead, it intrigued her.
"What should we do with him?"
"I don't care," Midge said with a careless shrug. "Let him ride along for a while if you want. It's no skin off my ass and it'll be a cock for tonight without fucking around in the cocktail lounge."
Lucille smiled even broader. "You have the damnedest way of reading my mind, Midge."
Lucille got a perverted kick out of explaining to the motel clerk that night, when they checked in, that Midge and Don were her children and she was taking them south to get away from the horrible influences up north in the big city. "All those teenagers with loose morals. You know what I mean?"
"Oh, ah do!" he adamantly agreed, hardly able to take his eyes away from the ripple of her tits under her clothing as she shook her head.
The boy was elated that they had decided to take him with them. He, like they, didn't much care where he went, especially since it was with two women who obviously loved cock as much as he loved cunt.
The early part of the evening was spent with dinner, which the girls paid for, and then a few drinks in the room watching television. The conversation became so sterile and the action so boring that he became convinced that all the [missing text].
He suggested that maybe they would like to smoke a little grass. He just happened, he said, to have some with him. To his surprise and delight they both agreed, and within an hour they were all stoned, and the talk started getting back to sex.
Lucille giggled and looked directly at Midge as she slid her hand up under her own dress and rubbed her pussy. "Midge, you've got bigger, firmer tits than I've got and that should piss me off. But it doesn't."
"That's good," Midge said, nodding dumbly and giggling herself.
"And just to prove it, I'll show you by sucking on the... I mean, them. Both of them, I mean. I think I'm so stoned I don't know what the fuck I mean. Let's take our fucking clothes off and do a little dance for this fine young man with the fine young cock." Lucille stood unsteadily in front of the other girl.
"Okay, all right. Thas finarooney with me," Midge said, her giggle running her words into mush.
They stood and unzipped each other's dresses. Together, they pulled them over their heads and stood in front of him nude.
The only music was supplied by an organ from a horror movie on the television. It didn't make any difference to the girls. They made up their own beat anyway.
They started slowly, feet planted firmly on the floor so they wouldn't fall. They moved mostly with their hips and shoulders, shaking in such a way that their naked tits and asses rose and fell in a humping, grinding way that was better than any stripper.
As they watched each other's bodies they both became more intrigued and enchanted with the other's rippling flesh. Their emphasis shifted from their tits to the area of their cunts. They put more into the bumps and grinds, now and then shoving their pussies together in the process.
The boy was getting tense just watching them. He removed his clothes and fisted his already hard cock, pumping up and down on the shaft as if he were keeping rhythm with them.
They turned to each other and Midge leaned forward and sucked one of Lucille's nipples far into her mouth. She made slurping sounds as she sucked and chewed on the tit, taking as much of the globe as she could between her cheeks.
Lucille held Midge's head, her hand dropping to dive into the younger girl's muff where it dripped between her thighs. Midge stopped dancing and spread her legs over Lucille's hand, rubbing hard against the fingers that probed into her meat.
Midge sucked even harder and Lucille thrust a finger up Midge's slit. The girl moved down against it, rubbing and moaning softly as the feeling built up in her pussy.
Lucille dropped to her knees, burying her face between Midge's legs, allowing the girl to hold her by the hair as she whipped her tongue hotly between the gooey cunt lips. She mashed her nose against the clitoris and pulled Midge by the ass harder against her face.
Midge fell backward onto the rug with Lucille's face still embedded between her thighs, the woman's tongue now hotly searing the very far reaches inside her channel. She placed her hands under her buttocks and lifted her box higher, so that Lucille could better tongue her.
Lucille was on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air. It gleamed like two white moons, with a hairy pink crevice nestled neatly between. Don walked up behind her, his cock in his hand, and dropped to his knees. He rubbed his cock between the cheeks of her ass. He shoved forward with his cock, embedding it to the hilt in her cunt with one swift stroke. His pubic hair mashed against her fleshy asscheeks as he reached around and below her and grabbed two handfuls of meaty tit.
"Put it in my ass, honey," Lucille said, pausing for a brief moment in her sucking of Midge's sweet pussy. "Pour your meat up my asshole!" She shoved her buttocks back into him, letting him know she meant what she said.
In one quick backward motion, he pulled his cock free of her pussy, paused, took aim on the round, tightly puckered hole of her anus, and then thrust. In one stroke he was deep in her asshole.
Lucille hardly took notice of taking so much cock in one stroke up her rear hole. She didn't even miss a bob of her head as she continued thrilling Midge with the long lapping strokes of her tongue into the girl's sopping slit. She arched her ass back to him, urging him to thrust his cock into her asshole as hard as he could.
Midge gasped, feeling her came starting. Lucille sensed it and intensified her efforts, shoving her chin hard into the girl's cunt hole and grinding her clitoris with her lust-hardened tongue. Midge gasped and bore her cunt harder against Lucille's willing face, determined to get as much pleasure out of the cunt sucking as she could.
The boy held Lucille steady by the hips. The excitement of Midge's come was causing his own. He was tearing back and forth, running the entire length of his thick cock in and out, tearing at her ass until he groaned and sank his cock to the hilt. His pubic hair mashed her buttocks as his balls slapped against her cunt. The spasms hit him hard. His teeth were bared in a grimace of pure joy as he emptied spurt after spurt of white-hot cum deep in her ass.
Lucille could feel every spurt, and angled harder against him, determined to capture every drop. She reached between her legs and kneaded his balls, gently milking them of their juices.
The two girls slept in the bed together that night, leaving the sofa to the boy. He didn't mind. He was literally fucked out. He went easily to sleep, dreaming of the many days of good fucking that he assumed were ahead of him.
Lucille and Midge ground their faces into each other's pussies. They would sleep awhile, then they would wake up and suck on cunt for a while, only to drop back off, wide, knowing smiles of total satisfaction on their faces.
Lucille drove the next morning with Midge in the seat beside her. Don sat in the back, smiling and stroking his cock, waiting patiently until he would again be called on to pleasure one or both of the women.
There was very little talk between the three of them for most of the morning's drive. The rain had stopped and the sun shone brightly, allowing them to make much better time than they had the previous day. Just before noon, Lucille pulled into a drive-in and suggested that they have some lunch.
"Great," the boy said, "I gotta keep my strength up for you girls."
"Yeah," Midge said, a bored look on her face, "you do that."
"Ain't you comin' in?" he asked.
"Look," Lucille said, a tiny grin creasing the corners of her lips. "Why don't you get some burgers, some shakes, and three coffees to go. We'll eat 'em on the road."
"Okay," he said, and started off.
"Wait," Midge said. "Here!" She handed him a twenty-dollar bill.
"Gee, it won't take that much," he smiled.
"Well," Lucille chimed in, again seeming to read her young companion's mind, "you just keep the change."
They watched the boy disappear into the diner. Without a word, or even a look between them, Lucille started the car and screeched out of the drive-in.
A few miles down the highway Midge started laughing hysterically.
"What's the matter?" Lucille said, unable to suppress a laugh herself.
"I don't know," Midge said. "It just feels so damn good to pay for a cock for a change."
"Yeah," Lucille agreed, her face narrowing, "it sure does."
CHAPTER SIX
The next few days were filled with sex, kicks, and a lot of laughs for both of them. As they moved on south they left a trail of bewildered and sometimes angry males behind them.
And when there were no males available or Midge insisted she didn't want any, they made love to each other. Lucille didn't really care. It was all sex and that was what she really wanted. For Midge, her visions of doing things, her big ideas, started centering in Lucille's body, even though she was reluctant to come right out and tell the woman so.
At one motel they called down for room service, asking for two steaks, a bottle of Scotch, and two extra-large cucumbers.
Lucille was in bed when the knock came. She yelled, "Come in!" and slid under the sheet. The door opened, and a very handsome black man, about twenty, entered, balancing a tray.
"Just sit it down there... on the table by the T.V.," Lucille said. "Midge, your cucumber is here!" she yelled toward the bathroom, and peeked out from beneath the covers.
Then Midge strolled calmly into the room, stark naked, her huge tits swaying with a provocative rhythm that kept perfect time with the rolling sensuousness of her fleshy asscheeks. She went directly to the tray, smiling all the while at the bellhop, and picked up one of the cucumbers. Then she crossed to the sofa, lay back with her legs spread wide and high in the air, and shoved it clear up her moist cunt until just a flicker of green showed between her velvety, pink lips.
"Good, I needed that," she said to the young man, who stood gaping, his eyes practically out of their sockets. "How can I ever thank you? Want a bite?"
He, of course, could do nothing but stand in one spot, shaking and stuttering. He had seen and heard many strange things being in the motel business, and he had set up a lot of women with a lot of men for extra bucks, but he had never had any woman, much less one with Midge's kind of body, make such a blatant spectacle of herself before.
As Midge closed her thighs over the cucumber and wrestled her clitoris with her thumb, groaning and moaning with pleasure, Lucille jumped from the bed, also naked, her breasts bouncing up and down and from side to side, and ran to the tray. Lifting one of the steaks, she tore it in half. With mock seriousness she examined it closely and started shaking her head as if in disgust.
"Slit," she hissed, holding the shredded remains in front of her tits, "This is too well done. I like my meat raw. I'll bet your meat's good and raw." She swayed her tits and thrust them forward as she sidled toward him.
"A... a..." He could only gape, and try to make his mouth somehow make words.
Before he could object, Lucille had his fly open and his cock bouncing free in the air. "Nice!" she exclaimed, pumping his meat and skinning the foreskin back from the purplish head. "Very nice!"
"Wait a minute, Lucille!" Midge shouted in mock anger from the sofa, still working wildly on the cucumber in her cunt. "What about me?"
"Just a damn second," Lucille said, and turned back to the man. "Honey, I'll hafta check ya out."
She fell to her knees in front of him and closed her mouth over his cock. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked and swirled both the head and the shaft back and forth across her tongue. She laved the ridge around the crown and bobbed her wet lips across it until she was sure his cock had reached its fullest length and thickness. When she held it in front of her eyes, it was so long and nicely thick that she almost turned to Midge and told her that she wanted to quit the game and just fuck the hell out of him.
But a loud cough from Midge stopped her.
"I gotta measure you now, honey," she said, winking at his open-mouthed stare and placing a tailor's measuring tape on his throbbing prick. "Oh!" she exclaimed, a crestfallen tone in her voice. "I'm truly sorry, sweetie, but you've only got nine inches. That's enough for me, dear, but my daughter's gotta have a real cock. You know, at least twelve inches. You understand, don't you? We do everything together, so if you can come back with a twelve inch cock for her we can all have some fun."
After he left, with his cock like a tent pole in the front of his pants and sweat staining the back of his shirt, they fell in bed together, laughing hysterically.
"What do you think he'll do?" Midge asked, tears of laughter streaming down her face.
"He'll run all over the lobby asking if anybody has twelve inches, probably," Lucille replied.
"What will we do if he doesn't come back?"
"I don't know... go to the lounge, I guess," Lucille said. "Or you can fuck me with my dildo."
"That would be great," Midge said, putting her mouth over one of Lucille's breasts. "And if I could eat your pussy at the same time it would even be greater."
Lucille was in the process of slowly pushing Midge's head down to her cunt when a knock sounded on the door.
"Bingo," she said. "Who is it?"
"Twelve inches," came the muffled reply.
They came in cocks first. And sure enough one of them was over a foot long and wrist thick.
"Oh shit!" Midge cried, her tits flopping as she rolled off the bed. "Get out of the way and let me try the flavor of that cock!"
The other dude knelt between Lucille's legs and gave her cunt a big juicy lick. "Oh suck it, lover," Lucille said, "then fill it with meat!"
Without exchanging names, or even saying hello, all four of them fell right into a fuck-fest that promised to last all night.
Big Dick grunted with surprise when Midge scooped his hunk up in her warm, wet mouth and started running her tongue up and down the shaft. Her hands played with his balls and, now and then, she reamed his asshole with a playful finger.
It was already huge, but it seemed to take on even more life in her mouth. It began to fatten and lengthen until Midge wasn't sure she could handle it all in her throat.
On the bed, Lucille began jerking and flailing her body. She placed her hands automatically at the dark head groveling in her cunt. His tongue was far up her hole and she could swear that it felt as thick and hard as his cock. She came almost at once from the expert tongue in her crack. The big, dark man moved swiftly to mount her while her cunt was still clutched by orgasmic contractions.
"Oh shit, get it on!" Lucille gasped, feeling the constriction of her cunt walls around his cock.
The sight and sound of the other couple fucking urged Midge on. She took his hands and placed them on her tits, forcing him to mash them together and pinch the nipples until she felt pain. Her finger slithered around between the cheeks of his ass, and then shot up the hole. His hips lunged forward. She gagged, tried again, but finally let her teeth grate off the end of his cock.
"I wish I could," she moaned. "Oh shit, I wish I could swallow it all, but I can't."
"That's okay, Mama," he laughed. "I know someplace it'll fit."
He slid to the floor and she rose up on her knees, straddling him with her firm slim thighs. She smiled, looking down to see that she held just the tip of his huge cock in her yawning, gaping cunt.
"Take it!" he said, his hands mashing her tits.
Slowly she descended, letting her cunt take all of his shaft in slow, penetrating bliss. Her thighs pulsed and her asscheeks shook as slowly but surely she swallowed him all until her buttocks rested on his muscular thighs.
Midge started jerking her body up and down, her huge tits bouncing and slapping with the rhythm. Behind them, on the bed, the other man was pouring his meat into Lucille with such rapidity that his ass became little more than a brown blur.
All four of them began to hear the slurping sounds of hard, prodding cocks going in and out of wet, heated cunts. The slippery sounds were as exciting as the sight each couple had of the other, fucking and shouting encouragement.
Midge could swear the black man was doing his best to drive his cock all the way through her pussy, into her womb, through, her belly and into her throat. Her ecstatic shivers and clutching, hunching pelvis urged him, if he could, to do just that.
Lucille's ass bounced off the bed as her cunt seemed to take on a mind of its own. She ground her belly up at him in a maniacal response to the swelling of the steaming cock in her cunt.
She came with screaming moans and thrashing hips. She tensed her thighs until he thought his cock was gripped in a hot, wet vise. Then he tensed, jerked with his hips, and shuddered as his balls erupted. His stiff, hard shaft started shooting its cum into Lucille's squirming pussy, causing, in her, a second come nearly as good as the first.
At almost the same moment, the huge cock in Midge started going off, filling what must have been her belly, with what felt like a gallon of bot cum. She grinned with the feeling. All she had to do was tense her thighs, because of his tremendous width, and she climaxed with him.
The girls barely let the two men rest before they traded and insisted they start again. On and on they went until it was impossible to even suck any more life into their flaccid cocks.
When Midge was sure the party was over, she abruptly left the bed and started for the bathroom. Over her shoulder she said, "Thanks fellas, and good night. You can go now!"
Lucille tensed, a sick feeling bordering on fear rising in her stomach as she saw the two big men exchange wary looks. It passed, more from sheer fatigue than anything else, and they dressed in silence.
Lucille smoothed it over with chatter until they were out the door, and then she fairly charged into the bathroom.
"Are you nuts?"
"What?" Midge said, staring innocently up from her seat on the toilet.
"What you said to them. And the way you said it. You'll do that some day to some guy and he'll maim you."
"Why?"
"WHY? Because you just don't put people down like that. Shit, fun's fun, and I get a kick out of the game myself, but I give as much as I get."
"What for? Those pricks got what they wanted. They just wanted our cunts and we just wanted their cocks. There was nothing else to it. C'mere, Lu, I want to suck your cunt."
Lucille moved to her. She felt with her body but not her mind Midge's hot tongue slide up her channel. She had known the girl a short time, but already she saw something frightening boiling up to the surface in her.
The next night, in another town, Lucille, at Midge's instigation, picked up two airline pilots in the motel bar. They were on a twenty-four-hour layover, and Lucille looked exactly like what they were looking for.
Coming up in the elevator she cautioned, them that her little baby was with her in the room so they had to be very quiet, not make a sound, and they didn't dare turn any lights on.
They undressed in the dark and Lucille eased into bed, positioning the two men around her -- one she laid out next to her so she could suck his cock, while she pulled the other's head between her legs and, with her thighs, urged him to eat her.
In the darkness, when she was sure that both men were totally occupied, Midge strapped on Lucille's dildo and crept up to the ass of the unsuspecting man sucking Lucille's cunt.
She had smeared the dildo with a liberal amount of Vaseline before they had entered the room. He hardly noticed her hands on his waist as she stepped in close and slid the instrument between his asscheeks. Because of all the lubrication, she hardly had to aim it. Within a second it was lodged halfway up his asshole.
"Jesus!" he screamed. "Somebody's fuckin' my ass... what the hell is this?"
"Just take it, baby," Lucille said. "That's my baby behind you. And if my baby doesn't get to fuck, we don't get to fuck. You know what I mean?"
The man didn't know what to say or do. The cock in his ass hurt like hell, but the pussy at his mouth felt even better than the cock hurt. It only took him a few seconds of thought to decide that he could take the pain if he got the pussy.
Midge felt and gauged the amount of artificial cock she had in him. It was about four inches. That left about five. The blood was pounding in her temples. She wanted to shove it clear up in his guts, hurt him with it if she could.
She shaved another two inches in him. He fell forward, jamming his mouth even harder against Lucille's cunt, moaning in pain all the while. "Oh shit," he said, "if ya gotta do it, don't do it so fast!"
Fuck you! she thought, and plunged another two inches in. He was whimpering now. She began to stroke in and out, savagely taking the entire length of the dildo out and then punching it back in. She was beginning to like what she was doing, losing herself in the pure joy of his pain.
"Dammit, take it easy! It hurts like holy hell!" he gasped, his tongue still ramming in Lucille's wet, oily hole.
But nothing mattered as much to Midge as fucking him hard. For the first time she realized what a feeling of power a hung man must have when he's plunging all that meat into a juicy, tight cunt.
It was beginning to turn her on to the point where she wanted to scream out at him.
She fucked into him as hard as her hips could pound. Slowly, the feeling in his body changed, his breathing got steadier, and his asshole lost its tightness. Before she knew it, she was stroking the huge cock in and out of him with no trouble at all.
You prick, she thought, you son-of-a-bitch, you're liking it! You're starting to like it. She reached around and found his cock ramrod stiff in her hand, gobs of semen pouring from its hot head.
In anger and frustration she pulled the dildo from his ass and ran from the room. She locked the bathroom door behind her and lay down in the tub. Then she unhooked the instrument from her waist, turned it around, and used it on herself until she heard them leave.
When she was sure they had gone, Midge unlocked the door and went back into the bedroom. Quietly she slipped into bed beside Lucille.
"What happened?" the woman asked.
"Nothing," Midge replied.
"You left just when things were gettin' hot. You know I think that bastard actually started enjoying what you were doing."
"I know he did," Midge said, masking the anger in her voice.
"Well then, what happened?"
"Nothing, I said. I just all of a sudden didn't feel so good."
"You all right now?" Lucille inquired, rolling over against the girl.
"Yeah," Midge said. "I'm fine. We've had some sex... now let's have some lovin'." She rolled over on top of Lucille, and lowered herself onto the woman's body, smelling the musky smell of semen and cunt juices the closer she came to her cunt. "Hey, take it easy. Wait!" Lucille cried.
But Midge had already wrapped her hands around Lucille's thighs and gingerly pulled the woman's cunt up to her face. Lucille tried to pull away from her but Midge's tongue was insistent, already doing the needed thing to turn Lucille on.
Finally the passions again coursed through the woman's body and she started moving her hips in time with the girl's bobbing head.
"God, you give good head, Midge," Lucille said, as her body wound down from a mind-boggling orgasm brought on by the hardened tip of Midge's tongue.
"It's because I love it. There's something about a woman... something soft and warm. With a woman I can give. It's no fun any more to give to a man, only to take. All I seem to want to do with them is take."
"Hey," Lucille said, shaking the girl's shoulder as if she were waking her up from some kind of trance. "What are you talking about? Any more? You got a long ways to go yet."
"I don't know," Midge said, "I feel like I've already been there."
"Bullshit. We'll be in New Orleans tomorrow and things will change... you'll see. Hell, if anybody should be pissed at men, it's me. But am I? Hell no! I love cock, and when we meet some real men, you'll see what I mean."
Lucille laughed again, but she was disturbed even more than she cared to admit to herself. Midge's attitude had grown too heavy. The fun seemed to be going out of the trip for the girl. Lucille knew that somewhere along the line she was going to come up with the scheme of all schemes to combine the total acquisition of sex and money, and she also knew that this girl, with her looks, her body, and her ability to fuck, would be a great asset. But now she was having second thoughts. She wondered if maybe she didn't have some kind of a nut on her hands. Sleep started to interfere with her thinking. She put it all down to Midge's youth and let herself drop off.
It was early evening when they pulled into the outskirts of the city. Lucille maneuvered the car off the highway until she found a phone booth.
"Why are we stopping here?" Midge said, jarred from her cat-nap.
"I'm going to call somebody. His name is Russell. I... a... let's just say I knew him pretty well for a long time. We can probably stay at his place. He's got more than enough room."
Midge's eyes narrowed, and her voice dropped to the point where Lucille could barely hear her. "Why don't we just get a motel room... together?"
"Why bother?" Lucille said, shrugging her purse over her shoulder and moving toward the booth. "We can save some money and ball all night at the same time."
Also, she thought to herself as she dialed, we can meet the kind of man that will do us some good in the moat important departments: sex and money.
"Well, dear," Russell said, meeting them at the door and planting a sterile kiss on Lucille's cheek, "I must say you've come at a divine time... if you'll pardon the expression. Where's your fuckless husband? Dead, I hope!"
He was about thirty, with girlish lips, long blond hair that was just a little too blond to be real, and an out-of-style pencil-line mustache. His clothes were quite the opposite -- stylish, very expensive, and the fit looked tailored.
"Don't tell me," Lucille said, "it's party night?"
"Of course," he replied.
"And my husband has dumped me. I think he's probably shacked up with his hand by now."
"I've had worse," Russell laughed, shifting his attention to Midge. "Who's this cute little chunk? Don't tell me you've shifted over and joined the ranks, my dear."
"You know better," Lucille laughed. "Can we use the back stairs? I'd like to shower before I jump in, and scrub my pussy before somebody jumps it."
"Sure. You know the way," he said. "Oh, if the girl needs... all... something presentable to wear, she can use anything of mine. I'm kind of off that kick for a while anyway."
Lucille laughed again and pulled Midge up some stairs and into a high-ceilinged bedroom that looked like it was lifted from some castle in a movie. The girl was properly awed and she said so. "Jesus, it's like out of some palace."
"It should be," Lucille said, hardly paying any attention to the room. She walked out of her clothes and headed directly for the bathroom. "Russell's loaded. He used to be a high-class pimp. Now he just organizes parties for his own amusement, and his friends' fun."
"Did you ever work for him?"
"God no," Lucille laughed, stepping into the shower, "I'd make a lousy whore. I'd end up giving it all away, most of the time. And besides, whoring is too much like working. And Lord knows I would never do that."
"Well, how did you know Russell then?" Midge asked, following her into the bathroom.
"Simple. He's my brother."
"He is?"
Midge was amazed at the whole turn of events. She began to realize just how little she really knew about Lucille. She wanted to find out more but the glistening sheen of Lucille's fleshy curves in the shower was starting to have an effect on her cunt. She could feel the lips oozing their juices.
She yanked her thoughts back. "Why don't we just get some money from him?"
"Russell?" Lucille said, almost shouting over the sound of the water. "No chance. I can live here and eat here and fuck here forever for free... mainly because I can get good-looking men to come to his parties. But money? Shit, he wouldn't give me a dime. And I wouldn't ask him for one."
"But I don't understand."
"What's to understand?" Lucille said, sticking her head through the shower curtain. "I don't want to just hang around here. I want to go places... give my own parties. I'm not getting any younger, honey... and the older I get the more younger cock appeals to me. And pretty soon now, part of my charming allure to younger cock will be my vast wealth. But first I've got to get it... before I can spend it, I mean."
"You appeal to me just like you are," Midge said, her eyes falling to the wet clump of Lucille's shiny cunt.
"I know I do, lover," Lucille said, "but right now let's shower. Get in! You can scrub my back. And if you're a good girl you can eat my pussy a little and get it ready for the party."
For all the action Midge had been a part of in her young life, she still had not been to a full fledged orgy with several people totally turned loose just doing their thing, whatever it may be. When they entered the room, Midge's earlier pangs of jealousy about constantly sharing Lucille faded with the anticipation of so much sex. It wasn't, she had reasoned with herself, so much the fact that men fucked Lucille. It was women. Midge knew that in a swinging party anybody was liable to jump anybody and, down deep, she wanted to be the only woman to be able to give pleasure and satisfaction to Lucille's delightful pussy.
"Well, we'll off and running," Lucille said. "Let's dance."
Midge molded into her arms and they started dancing. Around them couples, men and women, women and women, and men and men, were locked in embraces that only suggested dancing. Several of the couples were already disrobing and falling to the floor.
While Midge was looking around the room in awe, Lucille was studying the expressions of faces -- particularly the ones looking at Midge. She wasn't sure, but she thought the girl was causing just the amount of stir and whispers that she had expected. Nearly all of the men, including the gays, and most of the women, were casting sidelong glances and licking their lips when they took in Midge's body.
Lucille looked down, where their two sets of tits were crushed against each other. Midge's jugs, in the uplift bra, were absolutely stupendous. Lucille thought she had done quite a good job dressing the rest of her body in a tight, emerald-green satin dress that hugged the curves so tightly that if someone looked close enough they could almost count her cunt hairs through the material.
"Well, shall we mix?" Lucille asked.
"I guess so," Midge said. "What do we do?"
"We take our clothes off and fuck," Lucille said, and started doing just that.
As Midge followed suit, she looked around her. All the men had erections that jutted out between their partners' legs when they danced. Every now and then one of the women would press her thighs together and squeeze her man's meat. That seemed to be the signal, and the couple would fall to the floor and start fucking or sucking.
Then Midge felt hands on her body. She slid to the floor and found her face in a man's lap, his throbbing hunk of meat shoving at her lips. She chewed teasingly on the head of it and the man pushed her face down over his cock, forcing her to take more and more of its length into her face.
She could see the couple next to them in a sixty-nine position, the girl squatting over, the man's face, his face buried between the cheeks of her ass, his tongue lapping up and down, covering both her swelling pussy and her clutching asshole.
The sight of all the people fucking turned Midge on even more. She bobbed her head harder up and down on the man's cock, taking it out now and then and licking the skin along its entire length, and then popping it back down her throat. She let the entire length of his prick feel the action of her tongue along his sperm tube.
Midge felt a tongue in her ass. She looked around into the smiling face of a beautiful, tall black woman.
"I couldn't resist. You don't mind, do you?" the woman said.
"Have at it," Midge said, and returned the cock to her mouth.
The woman's tongue jammed into her asshole like a hot dart, sending tingles of sexual tension up to her tits and back down to her clitoris. Further and further the tongue went up her rectum as half a fist was jammed into her cunt.
The man shot a wad of come into her mouth and rolled away only to be replaced by a man with an even larger cock. Again she started sucking, barely able to swallow the first man's load before her throat felt a second one coming.
She rolled over on her back and felt the woman place her cunt against hers. She jammed her hips upward suddenly, very much excited by having her clitoris stimulated by another clitoris. A petite blonde with a cum-dripping pussy was lowering herself over Midge's face when she felt the other woman's cunt being replaced by a good-sized cock that had a wonderful bend to it.
Across the room Russell and Lucille sat on adjoining bar stools. Her face was in her brother's lap. She was sucking him off with all the pressure she could command from her throat and hollowed cheeks. Faster and faster she went, kneading his balls with one hand and jamming two fingers up his ass with the other.
She felt the head of his cock grow hotter, felt his sac start to swell, and the muscles of his legs tense into hardness.
"I'm coming," he sighed.
She jammed her fingers deeper into his ass and clutched his balls with all the strength in her hand. He placed both his hands on the back of her head and shoved downward with all his strength until all of his cock was buried in her throat. Then he ground his pubis against her nose as he bucked his spunk deep into her throat.
She swallowed and swallowed until she felt him relax and release her head. When she raised her smiling face up to his she had tiny flecks of white, creamy semen on her lips.
He leaned over and licked them clean and then kissed her tenderly. "Thank you, my dear," he said, "You haven't lost a bit of your touch."
"Just want to start the evening off right," she replied. "The way we used to in the old days... keeping it in the family."
"If you're around for a while, I might even get up the passion to fuck you again," he said, "if you can get your cunt tight enough to keep me hard."
"I'm afraid those days are gone forever," she laughed, and accepted the cigarette he had lit for her. She cast her eyes around the room, looking for Midge. It didn't take long to find her. There was practically a waiting line in the middle of the room -- both men and women -- waiting to get a piece of her body.
"Your little girl is very popular," Russell said, sighing. "I wish I had her youth."
"I wish I had her body and staying power," Lucille said, the crowd around Midge suddenly giving her the idea she had been waiting for. "Shit! That's it!" she exclaimed, striking her brother on the arm.
"As you said, my dear, I'm afraid those days are gone forever."
"No, I don't mean me," Lucille said, her voice rising in pitch with excitement. "I mean her."
"What about her? Other than the fact that she is delectable," he said, turning his gaze back to Midge, on her hands and knees over a man who was pounding his cock into her cunt from below while a second man reamed her asshole from the rear. "Yes, she is. In fact if I weren't so far gone down the other side of the road I might just be convinced that pussy was the in thing. But it would be hard now. Just look at the size of that hunk of meat going in her ass."
Lucille laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
"You're impossible."
"I know. Now, what's your brainstorm about the girl?"
"She's going to get me everything I want and need."
"Oh? How, may I ask?"
"Look! Did you or have you ever seen a hard-core bunch like this groove on one person like they are?"
"I think I see what you mean," Russell said, letting a rising inflection of understanding come into his voice.
"Who's the moot eligible stud in town? With money, I mean?"
"Oh, a delightful young man who used to drop in here once in a while. He's got the biggest cock and the biggest bankroll from here to Miami."
"Does he still come in?"
"No... sad to say," Russell sighed, running his hand up and down his cock. "I guess the crowd got a little too old for him. I hear he's started inviting people up to his father's place on the river. Only a very select few are asked."
"I take it," Lucille said, "that you're not one of the few?"
"No," Russell sighed again. "But, I dream... about his cock, that is." He glanced again in Midge's direction. His eyes narrowed and his forehead creased in deep thought. "Yes," he said, drawing it out, and pausing. "Yes, he just might really go for her. She's mast assuredly his type."
"What's his name?" Lucille found it impossible to keep the excitement out of her voice.
"Stuart Jessup."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Russell met him at the door like a long-lost friend.
"Stuart, my boy, how are you and how is that beautiful hunk of meat?"
"Now, come on, Russ," Stuart replied, "are you going to start chasing me around the bed already?"
"No, no, no!" Russell held his hands up, palms out. "Far from it... just being cute. You know me."
"Yes I do," Stuart said.
Russell laughed. "C'mon stud, I'll show you your room. Believe me, I'm glad you're here... there's somebody I want you to meet."
"What's on for tonight?" Stuart asked as they climbed the stairs.
"Hardly a thing. Just a quiet little dinner party. In deference to you, believe me."
"Not just the two of us, I hope."
"Of course not," Russell said, his lips forming a pout, "I know what you like."
Midge lounged on the bed as Lucille watched them come up the stain and walk down the hall, through the barely cracked door. "Midge... come look!" she cried. "Because you're in luck. He's not only rich, but he's good-looking as hell."
Lucille was so engrossed in sizing Stuart up she paid little attention to the fact that Midge remained on the bed. Her cunt tingled as she watched his big body move down the hall with a catlike grace, his wide shoulders massive in the tailored jacket. His thighs looked huge and the muscles in his buttocks bunched and corded beneath the tight pants in such a way that Lucille wished it was her who was after him instead of Midge. Even at that she was glad that she had decided to have him, at least once, before Midge started her part of the operation.
Russell left him in the room. Stuart quickly unpacked and showered. Still nude, he flapped on the bed to grab a wink or two before dinner. He was barely asleep when his senses told him someone was in the room.
His eyes popped open. She was standing in the middle of the room, smiling at him, her long hair framing her finely featured face. She was wearing a very low-cut dress like a second skin. From his angle she was all tits, ass and legs. Between that and the animal look in her eyes, he thought she must be a fantastic fuck.
"Are you the welcoming committee?" he asked.
"Depends," she said, her eyes dropping directly to the long hose-like cock that wound its way down between his legs.
"On what?"
"On what you're interested in. I'm Russell's sister, Lucille."
"I'm Stu Jessup," he said, feeling his cock harden as he examined her body.
She sat next to him on the bed. At closer range he saw the tell-tale lines around the eyes and the gathering of skin where her breasts joined at the top of her cleavage. She had a few too many years, he thought, but she carried them well. And if fucking her would pay his bed and board, rather than fucking Russell, he was all for it.
He took her by the arm, coming alive at once to the feel of firm, warm flesh. She pulled her arm to her side, forcing his hand up against her swelling breast. It was so large that he could feel it with the back of his hand, pressed as it was almost in her armpit. His cock hardened a little more.
"Listen," he said, glancing at his watch, "what ate you doing right now?"
"Being bored until dinner," she said.
"Then let's fuck."
"How do you want it?" she said.
"Get your clothes off and I'll show you," Stu said, laughing and squeezing one of her tits.
She slipped from her clothes and rolled into the bed. He pushed her over on her belly and rose to his knees behind her. His cock went directly to her asshole and plunged forward.
"Not so fast!" she groaned.
He paid no attention to her as he shoved and lunged, trying to grind his cock into her anus. "Relax," he panted.
"I can't... Jesus, you're like an elephant!" she screamed.
Again he shoved with all the power in his limbs and hips. It was no good. He could barely get the head of his cock in her cunt.
In disgust he flipped her over until she was sitting in front of him. He started feeding his cock into her mouth, but it was so big and thick that all she could handle was the head. It filled her mouth completely, and she sucked on it, wanting to take more.
She used her hands, trying to jack him off in her mouth but he wanted her to suck him down deep in her throat and she couldn't. Again he changed his tactics and pushed her back to the bed.
Her legs flew into the air and wrapped around his back as he shoved with all his might into her cunt. There she could handle it, but even then only an inch or so at a time. She had never had anything like his cock in her life.
She looked down between their bodies. He had forced at least six inches into her and he still had easily that amount to go. She was gasping, her head turning from side to side, her legs spread, the area around her cunt turning a deep crimson.
At last he was all the way inside her. Lucille was almost out of her mind with pain and pleasure, but she matched his humps with a movement that absorbed every inch of his swollen meat. Then she got wetter. It was easier. It was better, and God, she wanted all of his cock, hard into her. She rolled around on it, digging it into her cunt, hurting herself, but loving every inch of it.
After several moments of hard fucking, she locked her ankles behind the back of his neck, thrust her hips up high, almost lifting him from the bed, and cried aloud as she threw her cunt against him in the agony of her climax.
At the same moment, Stu began the shorter, faster strokes that forewarned his shooting his thick cum deep into her cunt. Then he drove her ass deep into the mattress with a growl as his prick spurted his wad into her womb, and the two of them collapsed breathlessly on the bed.
They lay still for a long time and then he lit them both cigarettes. "You've never had a real big cock before, have you?"
"Oh yeah," she gasped, "but not like that. You should take it a little easier at first, let a gal warm to it."
"Why?"
"Because it hurts like hell, that's why. Lovin' shouldn't hurt, it should feel good."
He rolled over and she almost shuddered at the coolness in his eyes. "Lucille... is it?"
"Y-yeah," she stammered, "Lucille."
"Lucille," he said, his voice even, cold. "There are women you love... and then, there are women you fuck."
After dinner they retired to another room for brandy and more talk. Still Stuart hardly paid Midge any attention. It put an unspoken damper on the evening's activities. Eventually Midge rose and excused herself.
Seeing that the evening had turned out to be a dud, Russell and his little friend did the same and left arm in arm, headed for the former's bedroom.
Lucille was puzzled.
"You didn't seem to find my friend very attractive," she said.
"Quite the opposite. She's very beautiful. I just didn't feel like staffing an orgy down here in the living room."
"You didn't?" Lucille asked, trying to keep the amazement out of her voice.
"No... that's why I stopped coming here in the first place. Russell probably told you I liked the living room bashes with twenty or more going at it, didn't he?"
"Uh... something to that effect," Lucille said, cursing Russell in her mind for not giving her the full story. She was relieved, however, that there had been no big party, with a mass orgy that night. Had he met Midge in the middle of all that it could have posed a problem.
"Don't get me wrong," he said, "I like a lot of action with a lot of couples, but I like them one at a time more than I used to. See, I started feeling like a freak, or a circus performer in the middle of those parties. I'd be humping away on someone and the next thing I knew everyone else in the room had stopped what they were doing to watch me."
Good God, thought Lucille, he's a super stud with a super cock and he actually digs the love scene in sex! Now she knew what he had been talking about upstairs in the bedroom.
"Well," she said, rising and stretching, forcing her breasts to bulge above her dress invitingly, "me for bed."
"Yeah, me too," he said.
They walked up the stairs together. At her door he pecked her on the cheek and said goodnight.
"Want some company?" she asked.
"Would you be mad if I said no?" he replied.
"No," she said, and smiled as she eased into her room. She heard his footsteps retreat down the hall.
The room was empty. Quickly she crossed to the connecting door leading to the adjoining bedroom. Midge was sitting on the bed, her head so low that it was nearly resting on her tits. She wore the top of a see-through nightgown and nothing beneath it.
"What's the matter with you?" Lucille asked.
"He wants me to come to his room after everyone else has gone to bed," Midge replied, not lifting her head.
"Who does?"
"He says he does... Stuart."
"How do you know that? He didn't say ten words to you all night long."
"He slipped me a note under the table during dinner."
"Well I'll be damned!" Lucille said, erupting in laughter. "That sneaky bastard!"
"I don't want to go."
"What?"
"I don't want to go," Midge said as she stood and faced Lucille.
The woman was stunned by the defiance in Midge's voice and the hard look of determination on her face.
"You're crazy. This is what we've been planning for... of course you'll go."
"I'll feel like a whore," Midge said, biting her lip to hold back the tears she felt brimming at the corners of her eyes.
"Bullshit!" Lucille cried. "You are a whore. We're all whores. So is he. Now get your ass in there!"
Midge didn't want to tell her the truth. She didn't want to tell her that she really did want to go to Stuart's room, but she was afraid that if she did her head would be fucked up for good. There was something about his eyes, the way he looked at her and the way his body moved, and the way he spoke. It was as if she had known him before. And she had, all her life, in her dreams. The minute she met him she knew that he was the combination of all the men she had ever been with and more. Midge felt she had something with Lucille, that she, at last, was able to feel something for someone, and care that she did feel. If she went to bed with Stuart Jessup she guessed that she would then begin to feel too much, become too confused, ha back where she was.
"Are you going?" Lucille said. "Because if you're not, you can pack your little knapsack and get the fuck out of here."
She nodded and walked out of the room.
Stuart was only seconds in the room before he was out of his clothes. He threw after shave on his face and his shoulders with shaking hands like a kid on his first date.
She was beautiful, with a body that made his skin ripple just being in the same room with her. And there was more to her than a cunt. He sensed it, but he somehow also knew it.
Thinking about her caused more than just a hardening of his cock -- his fingertips tingled, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck lifted, his scalp sweated.
He almost ran to the door when he heard the light tap, then stopped. He moved back to the bed and pulled a robe over his nakedness. His hand was on the knob again before it dawned on him: "My God, I must have it bad. Since when, in my whole Goddamn life, have I ever worried about what anybody else thought? Much less some cunt I've just met?"
He opened the door and stood back. She walked right by him to the center of the room, turned, and slipped the nightie over her head. Dropping it from her hand she raised her head, fluffed her hair with steady hands, and squarely met his eyes with her own.
He shut the door behind him, locked it, something else he had never done before in his life, and dropped his own robe to the floor. He didn't move to her at once but stood, staring, his eyes taking in all of her at once.
He knew at once that no woman he had ever had compared to this one. A thick mass of long blonde hair framed one of the most sexual faces he'd ever seen on a woman. Her face was sharp, almost too much so. But her smooth, glowing beauty was only accentuated by the sharpness. Her smoldering eyes held invitation, the invitation being for more than just a bout in bed.
She was just tall enough, with a figure that was overwhelmingly lush. Full tits stood erect, nipples hardened.
The mound of her cunt was too pronounced, but that only made it more exciting. Her pussy was wide, and its gleaming lips showed she was already in a high state of sexual excitement. Stu could almost smell the tang of her cunt, open and crying for his hardening cock.
Midge stared at the huge cock hanging between his legs. And, as it grew, she remembered the last night under her father's roof. She remembered the momentary joy she had received from his long staff as she had sat atop him and rammed it far up inside her, telling herself that night that she would again find that in a man. And, now, she stood staring directly at it.
She raised her eyes and stared directly into his handsome face. His eyes seemed to reflect hers like two deep pools. There was, in his face, a pure animalism that told how easy it would be to lose oneself in a man like him. How a woman could spend her life crawling after him, wanting him so desperately that merely his presence would suffice.
Not a word passed between them as he picked her easily from the floor and deposited her on the bed. He stroked his cock, nearly crying with the sheer beauty of her body. She was lying on her stomach, her long legs spread wide. He knelt on the bed and crawled up between her legs. He smelled her scent and closed his eyes, inhaling again, more deeply.
Deftly, he buried his nose in the divide of her asscheeks. He loved the warm, rich, womanly smell that he found there, and she spread her legs a little wider to show him that she liked him being there.
He slid his tongue up and down her ass, and then into the crease, liking the way her puckered anus massaged each taste bud of his tongue. He moved his tongue into the slit of her cunt and then back up to tenderly insert it into her asshole.
She was moving against him now, and he could taste the flow of her juices. He was gentle. She knew he would be. She moaned as she felt his tongue go far into her asshole, and clenched her muscles as if she could hold it there forever.
He kept his tongue moving, in and out, and she responded by humping back into his face. She felt his huge cock dangling between his legs and stroking across her feet.
He reached under her and slid a finger into her cunt. It was warm and wet and perfect. She humped up and down, adding to the stimulation she was getting from both holes. He slid another finger into her cunt and she felt it stretch delightfully to accommodate him. His tongue was still in her ass, his mouth dripping saliva over the warmth of her cunt when, without a word, she suddenly rolled over and pulled his face into her pussy.
Slowly, without any rush and little effort, he wheeled his body around and gently, ever so gently, inserted the head of his cock into her mouth. He closed his hands over her buttocks and rolled her over until she could plunge downward with her pussy into his waiting, eager mouth.
She whimpered with the effort of trying to take his cock between her lips. He didn't force her, and she responded by opening her mouth wider until the head raked the back of the throat and part of the shaft entered between her lips. She gagged momentarily, but sucked on it with every fiber of her body.
Her blonde-covered cunt was beautiful above his face. He pulled open her pussy lips with his hands and watched as the juices dripped into his face. He felt as though he wanted to shrink down his whole body and just crawl inside her, maybe live there for a while, see what was happening inside her.
Instead he pushed his mouth against her. He sucked and probed until he felt her spunk rise to the lips of her pussy and cascade over his chin. Then she was still, but her cunt was still wrapped around his tongue, his chin, and his nose like a soft velvet glove.
Without a motion from him she moved on the bed, positioning herself beneath him. She held his cock in her hand, smiling. Midge's eyes took on a funny glazed look, as if her body had taken over her mind completely. She placed the head at her opening. It felt like the end of a huge baseball bat, but she closed her eyes and smiled, her legs pulling apart as far as she could make them go.
Her hand came forward, moving the head of it around the mouth of her cunt, smearing it with the juices that were pouring from her body. Midge's mouth was pulled open in a smiling grimace as she pulled the head between the lips of her cunt and, with her hips, continued to bear down on the shaft.
Stu allowed her to guide his movements, letting her absorb his cock as slowly as she wanted because she was THE woman, and he had never felt such good, wet warmth encircling his cock before.
At last she had at least nine or ten inches in her and she was adjusting herself to take more. Slowly, carefully, she moved her hips, allowing another two inches to slide into her. And then, spreading her legs even wider, she settled over another large hunk of his meat and began to push on his hips, urging him to start fucking her.
Stu sensed her actions and slid forward, pouring all of his cock into her. Then he cupped her tits in his hands and began gently railing the nipples between his fingers. The stimulation of his cock and his fingers brought her to climax almost at once. He didn't let up. In a few moments her body was responding once again.
She thrust her hips against him, at the same time holding his hands on her breasts and smiling up at him. Then she went even more rigid than she had before, every muscle tensed around the meat that filled her. He felt her body throb and throb with the most powerful orgasm he had ever seen a woman experience.
His gigantic cock was buried to the hilt in her lush young cunt, his balls knocking against her asscheeks as he pushed with all his might against her, forcing her rigid body down to the mattress as his juices poured into her in palpitating bursts, jetting against the back of her cunt with more force than she had ever, in her life, experienced. It only added to the sheer joy of her own total climax.
When their orgasms subsided, he rolled away from her and lay his head next to hers on the pillow. Silently they touched each other's bodies, their hair, their lips, and their minds.
Far beyond her beauty and her body, Stu saw in this woman the counterpart of himself.
After what seemed like seconds, but was actually hours, since daylight had started streaming through the windows, she rose to leave.
He held her hand. She leaned over and kissed his hand where he held her, and she was gone.
Walking down the hall to her own room Midge suddenly realized that they hadn't, either one of them, said one word to each other from the time she had entered the room until she had left.
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she just stayed the way she was -- totally numb, expressionless, limp.
When she slid into bed, Lucille awoke and rolled over.
"Hey, baby," she said, "how'd you do? Was it good? It's all right isn't it?"
"Yeah," Midge said, her back to the voice. "It was all right."
"Did you ever feel a cock like that before, huh? You always bitch about just another cock, well that's not just another cock, huh?"
"No," Midge said, her voice a monotone, her eyes staring blankly, "that's not just another cock."
"Well, tell me about it, baby! How do we stand? Did he like you, huh? Are we in?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know? You fucked him didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, shit, so did I, and believe me, you're just what he needs. I mean you gotta be wild for it to take a cock like he's got. Don't you think you're what he needs, huh? Don't you think so, Midge, honey?"
"I... yeah, I think so. I think I'm just what he needs," she said.
Lucille stared at the girl's back, not understanding the strange tone in her voice. She was deathly afraid that Midge would fuck the whole deal up and lose the best chance they both had for some expensive food and games. Even though Lucille was dead tired herself, she decided that Midge needed not only some cheering up, but some tender loving.
"Hey, honey," she said, "turn around here and suck a little on Momma's tittie... and then slide down and I'll give you some pussy."
"No thanks," Midge said, "I'm tired."
CHAPTER EIGHT
During the following week there were two big parties -- neither of which Midge or Stuart took pert in. They spent more and more time together, either in Stuart's room at night, or out in his car during the day.
Lucille was elated that Midge seemed to be accomplishing their plan, but she was dismayed that both of them were keeping it so private, if she weren't included in their fun and games now, she reasoned that she wouldn't be when Midge finally convinced Stuart to set them up in a house. Also, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, she was beginning to miss Midge's adulation of her, both mentally and physically.
Each night, upon returning from Stuart's room, Midge would go immediately to sleep, expressing no interest at all in any sex with Lucille.
One night, early in the second week, Midge didn't come back to her own room at all. It was almost dawn, and Lucille had been waiting up all night to question the girl about the night's progress. She decided to investigate herself.
They had made quiet, gentle love all night long. It seemed that he just couldn't get enough of her.
They were lying on their sides, his body pressed against hers. He again had a hard-on. He nudged it against the soft cushion of her asscheeks. She responded and moaned as she felt his cock slip between her legs.
He lifted her, upper leg, allowing his prick to settle against the lips of her cunt from behind. Thrusting forward, he buried it into her as far as his position would allow, then he lowered her leg. The angle of his prick in her cunt provided her with wild sensations that sent shivers throughout her body. He then guided her hand down between her legs and urged her to manipulate her own clitoris as he began a gentle fucking motion from behind.
She moaned and thrashed against him when she felt yet another orgasm flooding her body. The snowy globes of her tits were trembling in his hands, swinging to and fro as they slapped each other with flesh-on-flesh noises.
Slowly they rolled away from each other, smiling and sighing in satisfaction. For a long time they lay quiet, and then she spoke: "You've got everything it takes."
"So have you, or you wouldn't be in here right now," he said.
"This kind of cock with that kind of fucking I could take tall the time," she gasped, putting her mouth to his cockhead and sucking the last drop of cum from the still half-hard staff.
Then, without warning, she jumped from the bed and walked to the window. She just stood there, looking out, silently shaking her head.
"What's the matter?" he said, rising and moving up behind her.
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. What's the matter?" He slid his arms around her and cupped her tits.
She turned in his arms, looked up into his eyes, and poured it all out at once. She told him about she and Lucille, about how they had planned to make him want her so much that he would support them, set them up like Russell was set up so they could live an easy life full of nothing but sex and fun.
He didn't get mad. He laughed.
"What's the matter? Don't you believe me?" she said.
"Oh sure, I believe you. It's just that it's so full of irony. I'm broke."
"You're what?"
"I'm broke. My parents are going to cut me off without a dime. The only income I'll have is a trust from my grandmother amounting to about ten thou a year. That's hardly enough to set you or me up in anything near a setup like this."
"Well," she said, surprising him with the disgust in her voice. "I guess the laugh's on all of us. Why did your parents cut you off."
"Because of my parade of women, I guess, and the fact that I don't care enough about money, and my refusal to take responsibility."
"Oh," she said, turning back to the window and bowing her head, deep in thought.
"Listen," he said, "what do we care? Let's just take off now, you and I."
"I couldn't."
"Why?"
"Because of Lucille. She needs me. I don't know what she'd do without me... she's not getting any younger, you know. Why, the first night you were here, when I refused to go to your room because I didn't want to get you that way, she got down on her knees and pleaded with me to go. She said you would be able to give both of us everything we'd ever want. She said she only wanted the best for me. If I left her now, alone I mean, I don't know what she would do. And besides, I owe her something. I didn't have a damn thing when I first met her."
"I'll pay her."
"No, that still wouldn't do any good. If she had nothing and I had you, she never would believe it was love. She'd come alter us and find some way to spoil it."
"Well," he said, his mind going a mile a minute. "What if she had someone else... I mean, to take your place."
"I don't know... yeah, that might work."
"I'll be back," he said, and dressed.
When he was gone she walked to the mirror and studied her eyes, smiling until she was sure she had just the right look -- Lucille's look.
The older woman found her like that. "Well," she said, when she saw that he wasn't there.
"Well what?"
"Where is he?" Lucille said.
"Gone, but I think he'll be back. But even if he does it won't make much difference."
"Why?"
"Because school's out... he's broke, doesn't have a dime. His folks cut him off completely."
"You're kidding."
"Nope," Midge said, turning and staring directly into Lucille's face.
"Well shit," Lucille said, and started pacing, pausing only to light a cigarette. "Well, you hit a few and you miss a few. We'll just find another one."
"Not me. I've had it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean trying to find and catch a rich lover is too unsteady a job. I think I'll just start turnin' tricks. There's more future in it."
"Suit yourself," Lucille said, "but I think you're nuts..."
"Who is it?" Verna called sleepily from the other side of the door.
"Stu Jessup, I've got to talk to you."
"Jesus Christ, it's five o'clock in the morning."
"I know, but this is important. Open up!" She unlocked the door and stumbled into the kitchen. Stu was pacing when she returned drinking a glass of orange juice. "You know what I told you... got a hundred bucks?"
"I want to hire you, honey," Stu said, "but I don't want to fuck you."
"That's a new twist."
"You said you wanted more, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, how would you like to get it on your back with one guy instead of a hundred?"
"I'm interested," she said, sliding onto the sofa and tucking her legs under her.
"All right," he said, "do you think anyone up at Russell's would recognize you now?"
"I doubt it," she replied, "and besides, I've lost a lot of weight. You know, some men like narrower hips and smaller boobs. I used to be a cow."
"Good," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Hem's what I want you to do. You wanted me to find you wealthy customers? Well, I want you to find me one."
Russell was in his room when Stu returned.
"Ah, good morning, my boy. At... could we have a little talk?"
"Sure," Stu said, stripping off his shirt and finding a clean one.
"I've made some rather discreet inquiries and I've found that..."
"Don't bother. You've found out I'm not exactly a millionaire playboy anymore, and you'd like me to take my leave, right?"
"Well, that's putting it a little harsh and abrupt... but basically you know how it is. I hate to have it known around town that someone is sponging off me. Particularly someone who isn't giving me something in return. Now if you'd just start joining the parties downstairs again..."
"And be a clown again? No chance, Russell."
"Or perhaps move into my room?"
"Less chance."
"Well, good-bye then, and good luck, my boy," he said, and left.
Stu finished packing and wrote a quick note to Midge. On the stairs he met Lucille.
"So long, phony," she said.
"You're so sweet," he replied. "Would you give this to Midge?"
"Sure," she said, taking the envelope from his hand. She watched him descend the stairs, and when the door closed behind him she ripped the envelope open and read:
Dear Midge, I'm sorry everything didn't work out. If you reconsider and decide you can live on my paltry income, you can reach me at this number.
There followed a telephone number, and what Lucille considered useless mush.
She went into Midge's room and dropped the letter on a dresser.
"It's from him. When are you leaving?" she asked.
"Tonight... before the party," Midge replied.
The party was in full swing by the time Lucille came downstairs. Some of the couples were already nude and writhing around together on the floor and on various pieces of furniture.
Lucille looked the crowd over -- she estimated about ten couples, one or two of Russell's friends, and three or four other singles she hadn't seen before.
She wandered over to the bar and sat beside Russell. "Anything interesting?"
"For you?" he said. "Perhaps. See that young stud over there? The one sticking it in Harvey's wife? Norman Roffler. Inherited a fortune about a year ago. Likes things real kicky. Leather and whips, you know what I mean? I think he likes to fancy himself some kind of a big movie producer or something. He'd probably really dig your little chunk."
"My little chunk just flew," Lucille said.
"Pity."
"Who's that?"
"Where? Oh, I don't know, for sure. She came with one of the singles. I think I've seen her before but I can't remember. I caught her name at the door. I think it's Myrna or Verna or something like that."
"She looks good. What does she like?" Lucille asked.
"Pussy," Russell said, "from the looks of it."
Verna was on the floor, her legs raised high in the air with a girl's head buried between her thighs while she struggled for breath between the thighs of a fat girl who was grinding her loose-lipped cunt into her face.
Lucille unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She walked over to where the girls were wrestling. Tapping the big girl on the shoulder, she motioned with a nod of her head. The girl smiled. She understood and rolled away to find another body.
Verna opened her eyes and looked up between Lucille's spread white thighs. She smiled at the pink swell of Lucille's cunt, opened her mouth wide, and curled her tongue in an upward, scooping motion between her lips.
Lucille returned her smile, stepped across her face and lowered her body to a squatting position, with her cunt a scant inch above the girl's waiting lips.
"Do you like to eat cunt?" Lucille whispered.
"I love it," Verna said.
"Well, here's a cunt that likes to be eaten," Lucille said, and lowered her pussy into the enveloping glove of Verna's mouth.
Much later that evening they lay upstairs in Lucille's bed, their bodies entwined around each other. When Verna told her that, she didn't live anywhere in particular, just around, Lucille suggested that she stay with her for a while.
Lucille fondled her breasts, fingering the nipples, kissing them, sucking them until they became erect and hard in her mouth. Verna, in turn, ran her hands all over the fullness of Lucille's body, exploring the well-rounded hips, the great mass of pubic hair, and the fleshy globes of her asscheeks.
"You're beautiful," Verna said.
"Not as young and beautiful as you," Lucille implied.
"I'm too thin."
"No. You're perfect," Lucille insisted. "A beautiful girl should have firm, solid, small tits like yours, and a body like a young boy's. And all that you have. I think you and I will get along very well."
Verna felt the woman's tongue work its way across her belly, around her pubis, and then stab trough her lips into her cunt. She smiled as she felt her orgasm ripple through the walls of her cunt.
Perhaps, she thought, it won't be bad after all making love to a woman.
"Hello?"
Stu sighed with relief when he heard her voice on the other end of the line.
"I'm out." Midge said.
"She must have given you the note all right," he said.
"Yes, and I know she read it too... it was ripped open."
He gave her the address of Verna's apartment and told her to take a cab. Within minutes he heard the buzz and pushed the button to let her in the downstairs door.
She rushed into his arms, dropping the bag to the floor as she slammed the apartment door behind her.
With hardly a word between them he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Silently, they undressed each other and fell into the bed.
She topped him at once and closed her sweet lips around his gigantic cockhead. Her face became red with the exertion as she gobbled his cock. She closed her eyes as if she were concentrating as he slid his shaft between her parted lips. As he moved his cock in and out of her throat, he was amazed at how much of it she could take there. Harder and harder he pounded it to her, letting her take about half of it with every stroke.
Her mouth suddenly came off his cock and her tongue started fucking at his balls. Then her head burrowed deeper between the cheeks of his ass, and he could feel her tongue plunge deep into his asshole. He squeezed her tongue with his asshole and nearly came from the resulting sensation.
He groaned with pleasure, and she sensed that he was very close to being there. She crept back up to his cock and slipped it into her mouth. She struggled, turning him over until he was above her. He looked down at her mouth. His cock kept slipping deeper and deeper into her throat. She was taking it, almost all of it. He started working his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt.
And then it hit him. To make things even sweeter, she inserted two fingers in his asshole and ground them around and around. Suddenly, as he was being primed from behind, he started pouring out his cum from the front, directly into her mouth and down her throat.
And Midge had her eyes open, looking up at him, smiling with her eyes as her throat worked on him. He continued pumping it into her as hard as he could so that she'd have no doubts as to how he wanted it done, and she kept up with him, swallowing and slurping, and loving every drop of it.
When he had spent his last, he curled around her. She cradled his head between the bulges of her massive tits. Soon he was sound asleep and gently snoring.
She reached between them and grasped his huge cock. Gently she fisted it and rolled it around in her hand. She rubbed the dripping head against the skin of her thigh and thrilled when she felt a final spurt of hot cum shoot against her leg.
Gently, so as not to wake him, she wriggled her body beneath him and let his full weight rest on her body.
Then she spread her legs wide, forcing the yielding lips of her cunt to do the same. Carefully and gently she stuffed his semihard cock up inside her pussy until his balls were against her ass and he was in her to the hilt.
Then she put her arms around his neck and relaxed, only now and then squeezing with the taut muscles inside her pussy to keep him hard and herself aroused.
She looked, around his head and over his shoulder at the ceiling and smiled, making plans with that far away, detached look coming into her eyes.
They would stay there for a while, and then maybe travel for a while when he started getting his inheritance, and then she would start the process of reuniting him and his parents.
It would take time, but she was in no hurry. She had a lot of time. She was young.
EPILOGUE
She sat at the desk, an amused smile on her face as she scanned the news story and then went back and read it with relish a second time in detail.
The bizarre death of Mrs. Lucille Beldon has shocked the entire Hollywood film colony. It is rumored, through usually reliable sources, that her death was brought about by accidental strangulation during an orgy held by a strange sex cult at the home of producer Norman Roffler. His wife, Verna Roffler, has been arraigned on charges of involuntary manslaughter.
"Mrs. Jessup."
"Yes, Marie?" She looked up into the maid's dull stare.
"The applicants are all here, Ma'am."
"Oh yes. Ah..." She leafed through the large stack of resumes on her desk. "Send in... this one first. Carol Bodine."
The maid left, and seconds later a tall redhead, about forty-five years old, with a full-busted, striking figure, entered the room.
"Miss Bodine?"
"Yes."
"I'm Margaret Jessup... please call me Midge. Sit down."
"I recognized you from your wedding pictures in the newspaper. Your husband is very handsome."
"Thank you. It took me three years to get him to say yes," she laughed. "But then everything comes to those who wait. Don't you think?"
"I've always thought that," the woman said, suddenly feeling very warm with this girl who was at least half her age, but seemed so very sure of herself and mature.
"Your references are excellent. May I ask you a few questions?"
"Certainly."
"You're not married?"
"No, I never have been."
"Any plans to be in the immediate future, I mean?"
"None," the woman said with emphasis.
"Well," Midge said, "I need a person to act as... well, sort of a companion and secretary. This is a very large house to run."
"It's a beautiful home."
"My husband's parents gave it to us as a wedding present."
"You are a very lucky girl."
"Perhaps. In the future, the very near future, I plan on doing quite a bit of entertaining. Parties, that sort of thing. Sometimes running quite late into the night, with several couples."
"The hour has never bothered me," she said, shaking her red hair and smiling.
Midge stood and stretched, thrusting her huge tits tautly in the thin sweater. The woman's eyes went to them immediately and devoured them intently. At the same time her legs parted slightly. The girl leaned across the desk and smiled directly into the woman's eyes, a warm, deep glow coming into her own.
"Carol," she said, "I think you will do just fine."
