Jason Cannon: The ministers_s daughter

"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.