Jason Cannon: The ministers_s daughter

"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 Mm?"

"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.