Jason Cannon - The ministers_s daughter

"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."

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 hell 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.