Jason Cannon: The ministers_s daughter

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."

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…1 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."