noticed her hands on his waist as she stepped in close and slid the instrument between his asscheeks. Because of all the lubrication, she hardly had to aim it. Within a second it was lodged halfway up his asshole.
'Jesus!' he screamed. 'Somebody's fuckin' my ass… what the hell is this?'
'Just take it, baby,' Lucille said. 'That's my baby behind you. And if my baby doesn't get to fuck, we don't get to fuck. You know what I mean?'
The man didn't know what to say or do. The cock in his ass hurt like hell, but the pussy at his mouth felt even better than the cock hurt. It only took him a few seconds of thought to decide that he could take the pain if he got the pussy.
Midge felt and gauged the amount of artificial cock she had in him. It was about four inches. That left about five. The blood was pounding in her temples. She wanted to shove it clear up in his guts, hurt him with it if she could.
She shaved another two inches in him. He fell forward, jamming his mouth even harder against Lucille's cunt, moaning in pain all the while. 'Oh shit,' he said, 'if ya gotta do it, don't do it so fast!'
Fuck you! she thought, and plunged another two inches in. He was whimpering now. She began to stroke in and out, savagely taking the entire length of the dildo out and then punching it back in. She was beginning to like what she was doing, losing herself in the pure joy of his pain.
'Dammit, take it easy! It hurts like holy hell!' he gasped, his tongue still ramming in Lucille's wet, oily hole.
But nothing mattered as much to Midge as fucking him hard. For the first time she realized what a feeling of power a hung man must have when he's plunging all that meat into a juicy, tight cunt.
It was beginning to turn her on to the point where she wanted to scream out at him.
She fucked into him as hard as her hips could pound. Slowly, the feeling in his body changed, his breathing got steadier, and his asshole lost its tightness. Before she knew it, she was stroking the huge cock in and out of him with no trouble at all.
You prick, she thought, you son-of-a-bitch, you're liking it! You're starting to like it. She reached around and found his cock ramrod stiff in her hand, gobs of semen pouring from its hot head.
In anger and frustration she pulled the dildo from his ass and ran from the room. She locked the bathroom door behind her and lay down in the tub. Then she unhooked the instrument from her waist, turned it around, and used it on herself until she heard them leave.
When she was sure they had gone, Midge unlocked the door and went back into the bedroom. Quietly she slipped into bed beside Lucille.
'What happened?' the woman asked.
'Nothing,' Midge replied.
'You left just when things were gettin' hot. You know I think that bastard actually started enjoying what you were doing.'
'I know he did,' Midge said, masking the anger in her voice.
'Well then, what happened?'
'Nothing, I said. I just all of a sudden didn't feel so good.'
'You all right now?' Lucille inquired, rolling over against the girl.
'Yeah,' Midge said. 'I'm fine. We've had some sex… now let's have some lovin'.' She rolled over on top of Lucille, and lowered herself onto the woman's body, smelling the musky smell of semen and cunt juices the closer she came to her cunt. 'Hey, take it easy. Wait!' Lucille cried.
But Midge had already wrapped her hands around Lucille's thighs and gingerly pulled the woman's cunt up to her face. Lucille tried to pull away from her but Midge's tongue was insistent, already doing the needed thing to turn Lucille on.
Finally the passions again coursed through the woman's body and she started moving her hips in time with the girl's bobbing head.
'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.
