She wandered over to the bar and sat beside Russell. 'Anything interesting?'
'For you?' he said. 'Perhaps. See that young stud over there? The one sticking it in Harvey's wife? Norman Roffler. Inherited a fortune about a year ago. Likes things real kicky. Leather and whips, you know what I mean? I think he likes to fancy himself some kind of a big movie producer or something. He'd probably really dig your little chunk.'
'My little chunk just flew,' Lucille said.
'Pity.'
'Who's that?'
'Where? Oh, I don't know, for sure. She came with one of the singles. I think I've seen her before but I can't remember. I caught her name at the door. I think it's Myrna or Verna or something like that.'
'She looks good. What does she like?' Lucille asked.
'Pussy,' Russell said, 'from the looks of it.'
Verna was on the floor, her legs raised high in the air with a girl's head buried between her thighs while she struggled for breath between the thighs of a fat girl who was grinding her loose-lipped cunt into her face.
Lucille unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor, She walked over to where the girls were wrestling. Tapping the big girl on the shoulder, she motioned with a nod of her head. The girl smiled. She understood and rolled away to find another body.
Verna opened her eyes and looked up between Lucille's spread white thighs. She smiled at the pink swell of Lucille's cunt, opened her mouth wide, and curled her tongue in an upward, scooping motion between her lips.
Lucille returned her smile, stepped across her face and lowered her body to a squatting position, with her cunt a scant inch above the girl's waiting lips.
'Do you like to eat cunt?' Lucille whispered.
'I love it,' Verna said.
'Well, here's a cunt that likes to be eaten,' Lucille said, and lowered her pussy into the enveloping glove of Verna's mouth.
Much later that evening they lay upstairs in Lucille's bed, their bodies entwined around each other. When Verna told her that, she didn't live anywhere in particular, just around, Lucille suggested that she stay with her for a while.
Lucille fondled her breasts, fingering the nipples, kissing them, sucking them until they became erect and hard in her mouth. Verna, in turn, ran her hands all over the fullness of Lucille's body, exploring the well-rounded hips, the great mass of pubic hair, and the fleshy globes of her asscheeks.
'You're beautiful,' Verna said.
'Not as young and beautiful as you,' Lucille implied.
'I'm too thin.'
'No. You're perfect,' Lucille insisted. 'A beautiful girl should have firm, solid, small tits like yours, and a body like a young boy's. And all that you have. I think you and I will get along very well.'
Verna felt the woman's tongue work its way across her belly, around her pubis, and then stab trough her lips into her cunt. She smiled as she felt her orgasm ripple through the walls of her cunt.
Perhaps, she thought, it won't be bad after all making love to a woman.
'Hello?'
Stu sighed with relief when he heard her voice on the other end of the line.
'I'm out.' Midge said.
'She must have given you the note all right,' he said.
'Yes, and I know she read it too… it was ripped open.'
He gave her the address of Verna's apartment and told her to take a cab. Within minutes he heard the buzz and pushed the button to let her in the downstairs door.
She rushed into his arms, dropping the bag to the floor as she slammed the apartment door behind her.
With hardly a word between them he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Silently, they undressed each other and fell into the bed.
She topped him at once and closed her sweet lips around his gigantic cockhead. Her face became red with the exertion as she gobbled his cock. She closed her eyes as if she were concentrating as he slid his shaft between her parted lips. As he moved his cock in and out of her throat, he was amazed at how much of it she could take there. Harder and harder he pounded it to her, letting her take about half of it with every stroke.
Her mouth suddenly came off his cock and her tongue started fucking at his balls. Then her head burrowed deeper between the cheeks of his ass, and he could feel her tongue plunge deep into his asshole. He squeezed her tongue with his asshole and nearly came from the resulting sensation.
He groaned with pleasure, and she sensed that he was very close to being there. She crept back up to his cock and slipped it into her mouth. She struggled, turning him over until he was above her He looked down at her mouth. His cock kept slipping deeper and deeper into her throat. She was taking it, almost all of it. He started working his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt.
And then it hit him. To make things even sweeter, she inserted two fingers in his asshole and ground them around and around. Suddenly, as he was being primed from behind, he started pouring out his cum from the front, directly into her mouth and down her throat.
And Midge had her eyes open, looking up at him, smiling with her eyes as her throat worked on him. He continued pumping it into her as hard as he could so that she'd have no doubts as to how he wanted it done, and she kept up with him, swallowing and slurping, and loving every drop of it.
When he had spent his last, he curled around her. She cradled his head between the bulges of her massive tits. Soon he was sound asleep and gently snoring.
She reached between them and grasped his huge cock. Gently she fisted it and rolled it around in her hand. She rubbed the dripping head against the skin of her thigh and thrilled when she felt a final spurt of hot cum shoot against her leg.
Gently, so as not to wake him, she wriggled her body beneath him and let his full weight rest on her body.
Then she spread her legs wide, forcing the yielding lips of her cunt to do the same. Carefully and gently she stuffed his semihard cock up inside her pussy until his balls were against her ass and he was in her to the hilt.
Then she put her arms around his neck and relaxed, only now and then squeezing with the taut muscles inside her pussy to keep him hard and herself aroused.
She looked, around his head and over his shoulder at the ceiling and smiled, making plans with that far away, detached look coming into her eyes.
They would stay there for a while, and then maybe travel for a while when he started getting his inheritance, and then she would start the process of reuniting him and his parents.
It would take time, but she was in no hurry. She had a lot of time. She was young.
EPILOGUE
She sat at the desk, an amused smile on her face as she scanned the news story and then went back and read it with relish a second time in detail.
The bizarre death of Mrs. Lucille Beldon has shocked the entire Hollywood film colony. It is rumored, through usually reliable sources, that her death was brought about by accidental strangulation during an orgy held by a strange sex cult at the home of producer Norman Roffler. His wife, Verna Roffler, has been arraigned on charges of involuntary manslaughter.
'Mrs. Jessup.'
'Yes, Marie?' She looked up into the maid's dull stare.
'The applicants are all here, Ma'am.'
'Oh yes. Ah…' She leafed through the large stack of resumes on her desk. 'Send in… this one first. Carol
