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.
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.'
CHAPTER EIGHT
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.
