Jason Cannon: The ministers_s daughter

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."

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.