Jason Cannon: The ministers_s daughter

Again and again they came, spewing their juices into each other, until the older woman thought it would be impossible to last another second.

But Midge wouldn't let her stop.

Midge squeezed her breasts into thrusting bullets and ran them up and down May's gaping cunt. Then she thrust them into her own mouth, sucking her aunt's cunt juices from them. She was all over the older woman's body, completely satiating both of them in the intimate joy of female sex.

Sleep, for both of them, when it came, was deep and sound. Hours later, when Midge awoke, her body was alive and still rippling from her first lesbian experience.

Before doing it she hadn't been sure, but now she had to admit that she had enjoyed it. In fact, she had loved it, probably more than she had enjoyed sex with the men and boys. But still there was that one thing lacking, that feeling of fullness that kept eluding her.

Beside her, May slept soundly. The sun had disappeared. In its place moonlight streamed through the window. She crawled from bed, dressed, and tiptoed down the stairs. She found the money easily, exactly where May had said it would be.

She found seven hundred in all. She toyed with the idea of taking it all but decided that she wouldn't sink as low as the rest of her family, and replaced the extra two hundred.

It was later than she thought. Everyone in her own house was sound asleep, or so she thought. Passing through the living room, she found her mother groggily half asleep on the sofa.

"Midge? Midge, is that you?"

"Yes, Mother. What are you doing down here?"

"Your father and I had another argument…"

"About me?"

"He took some pills to calm himself down and sleep. I think.. he's.."

She dozed off in the middle of speaking.

Midge leaned over, kissed her mother on the forehead, and made her way up the stairs to her own room. Quietly, she packed her meager belongings into one small bag and returned to the hall.

Passing her parents' room, she nudged the door open just enough to look in. Dim light from the bedside lamp illuminated the bed. Her father was stretched out, naked, snoring loudly.

Something, she couldn't say what, drew her into the room. She stood beside the bed looking down at this man she hated. Contempt showed in the smile that spread across her taut face, thinning her lips.

Power.

Contempt.

How could she?

What could she do as a final show of contempt for him. A final show of her own power and will.

His cock curled long and fat, down between his legs. She reached and took it in her hand. He stirred, but remained oblivious. She ran her thumb along the fat crown, sliding her nail around the ridge. She found herself surprised at its length and girth even in repose. With her other hand she kneaded the huge balls, moving them around in the sac.

Slowly the staff grew in her fist. Bigger and bigger it got. She remembered the huge cock on the black man that morning, and stared in awe as her father's cock grew even larger. It swelled, stretching her fingers. The tiny eye in the blood-gorged head winked at her, or seemed to, as she squeezed and released the head.

The shaft itself grew to a point where she found it impossible to touch her thumb and forefinger around it.. Still it grew as she massaged harder and harder. She fisted the staff and found that she couldn't touch her fingers around that.

"Jesus," she exclaimed in a hushed voice. "What did Mother want?"

Power and contempt, she thought, staring raptly at the head bobbing above her hands, directly in front of her face.

Quickly she removed her panties, raised her skirt, and swung her body over his. "Daddy, you bastard, you're going to get the fuck of your life and you won't even know it."

It was a whole new sexual situation for her. Her body shook with the thought of what she was about to do and who she was going to do it with. If it was wrong, Midge gave little or no thought to that fact. Poised there, above his body, the only part of her that gave vent to any kind of feeling was her cunt; it throbbed with the expectation, the anticipation of taking such a cock.

She ran the head back and forth along her slit, well lubricating its throbbing glans. Then she lowered her hips, using both her hands to hold the gigantic staff erect beneath her. The knob caressed her folds and she felt pain for the first time as just a part of the head pierced her cunt.

Harder and harder she worked, moving her hips in a circular arc, straining to take more and more of the powerful tool up inside her sucking channel. She could feel the flowing juices from her cunt pour across her hands where they held his cock in place.

"Oh God, what a cock. What a cock," she moaned as inch by inch the huge hunk of meat slithered into her sheath.

It was only half inside her but she could feel that the walls of her pussy were stretched to bunting. With one tremendous effort she threw her weight downward, taking all of his cock up her until she thought it would tear clear through her insides and wend its way up and out through her throat.

She stopped momentarily, letting the first surge of pain subside. Then, slowly and deliberately, she began to move around, up, down, milking and pulling, twisting his cock inside her.

Then he was all inside her, miles inside her, and her clitoris was stretched and pulled back inside her folds because of it. The tiny cock rubbed deliciously along the top of his larger one.

The cavern of her cunt had never experienced such a feeling. Her tits shook and slapped together as her whole body became a seething mass of unbridled lust and passion.

Her body sang and her hips danced as she pulled his cock ever deeper into her channel. Beneath her, even in sleep, his body began moving, matching her rhythms, surging upward to thrust his cock far inside her and fill her grasping cunt.

Her mind seemed to glaze over, the sexual pressure of his cock inside her driving out everything but the stark flush of lust.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Do you like my cunt? Do you like the fucking that I'm giving you?"

"Yes," he sighed, almost incoherently, "it's good. It's so good."

She laughed and strained harder over him. She arched her back with each thrust, hardening her ass, fucking his cock with perfect timing. Her body boiled as her tits tingled and bounced in joy. Her loins and belly rippled as her come surged through every pore and fiber.

Completely spent, for the first time in her young life, she rolled from him. His cock was still throbbing and his balls shook with their unreleased fluid. He was in agony and she knew it.

"No… no, don't stop! Please, please, don't stop now," he groaned.

He reached down and began jerking his cock, trying to give himself some kind of relief from the burning fires she had started but failed to extinguish in his body.

"Don't stop, not now," he continued. "God, you've never been so good. Please, don't quit now!"

She looked at the huge cock that had just completely satisfied her and knew that somewhere, someday, she would find another one just like it, and everything in life along with it. Because that was what she had been lacking in all her sex games.

She grabbed her bag and moved to the door, where she turned.

"There, you bastard, you righteous prick, you sanctimonious son-of-a-bitch. You've had the best fuck of your life, and all the rest of your life you'll wonder where the hell it came from.."

Lucille Beldon followed the bellhop into the room, checking the tautness of his buttocks in the tight pants.

"Will that be all, Ma'am?" he asked, unable to avert his eyes from her huge breasts. She was a little over the hill, he thought, but still a damn good-looking cunt, something he sure as hell wouldn't turn down if she decided to offer it.