The next few days were filled with sex, kicks, and a lot of laughs for both of them. As they moved on south they left a trail of bewildered and sometimes angry males behind them.
And when there were no males available or Midge insisted she didn't want any, they made love to each other. Lucille didn't really care. It was all sex and that was what she really wanted. For Midge, her visions of doing things, her big ideas, started centering in Lucille's body, even though she was reluctant to come right out and tell the woman so.
At one motel they called down for room service, asking for two steaks, a bottle of Scotch, and two extra-large cucumbers.
Lucille was in bed when the knock came. She yelled, "Come in!" and slid under the sheet. The door opened, and a very handsome black man, about twenty, entered, balancing a tray.
"Just sit it down there… on the table by the T.V.," Lucille said. "Midge, your cucumber is here!" she yelled toward the bathroom, and peeked out from beneath the covers.
Then Midge strolled calmly into the room, stark naked, her huge tits swaying with a provocative rhythm that kept perfect time with the rolling sensuousness of her fleshy asscheeks. She went directly to the tray, smiling all the while at the bellhop, and picked up one of the cucumbers. Then she crossed to the sofa, lay back with her legs spread wide and high in the air, and shoved it clear up her moist cunt until just a flicker of green showed between her velvety, pink lips.
"Good, I needed that," she said to the young man, who stood gaping, his eyes practically out of their sockets. "How can I ever thank you? Want a bite?"
He, of course, could do nothing but stand in one spot, shaking and stuttering. He had seen and heard many strange things being in the motel business, and he had set up a lot of women with a lot of men for extra bucks, but he had never had any woman, much less one with Midge's kind of body, make such a blatant spectacle of herself before.
As Midge closed her thighs over the cucumber and wrestled her clitoris with her thumb, groaning and moaning with pleasure, Lucille jumped from the bed, also naked, her breasts bouncing up and down and from side to side, and ran to the tray. Lifting one of the steaks, she tore it in half. With mock seriousness she examined it closely and started shaking her head as if in disgust.
"Slit," she hissed, holding the shredded remains in front of her tits, "This is too well done. I like my meat raw. I'll bet your meat's good and raw." She swayed her tits and thrust them forward as she sidled toward him.
"A…a…" He could only gape, and try to make his mouth somehow make words.
Before he could object, Lucille had his fly open and his cock bouncing free in the air. "Nice!" she exclaimed, pumping his meat and skinning the foreskin back from the purplish head. "Very nice!"
"Wait a minute, Lucille!" Midge shouted in mock anger from the sofa, still working wildly on the cucumber in her cunt. "What about me?"
"Just a damn second," Lucille said, and turned back to the man. "Honey, I'll hafta check ya out."
She fell to her knees in front of him and closed her mouth over his cock. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked and swirled both the head and the shaft back and forth across her tongue. She laved the ridge around the crown and bobbed her wet lips across it until she was sure his cock had reached its fullest length and thickness. When she held it in front of her eyes, it was so long and nicely thick that she almost turned to Midge and told her that she wanted to quit the game and just fuck the hell out of him.
But a loud cough from Midge stopped her.
"I gotta measure you now, honey," she said, winking at his open-mouthed stare and placing a tailor's measuring tape on his throbbing prick. "Oh!" she exclaimed, a crestfallen tone in her voice. "I'm truly sorry, sweetie, but you've only got nine inches. That's enough for me, dear, but my daughter's gotta have a real cock. You know, at least twelve inches. You understand, don't you? We do everything together, so if you can come back with a twelve inch cock for her we can all have some fun."
After he left, with his cock like a tent pole in the front of his pants and sweat staining the back of his shirt, they fell in bed together, laughing hysterically.
"What do you think hell do?" Midge asked, tears of laughter streaming down her face.
"He'll run all over the lobby asking if anybody has twelve inches, probably," Lucille replied.
"What will we do if he doesn't come back?"
"I don't know… go to the lounge, I guess," Lucille said. "Or you can fuck me with my dildo."
"That would be great," Midge said, putting her mouth over one of Lucille's breasts. "And if I could eat your pussy at the same time it would even be greater."
Lucille was in the process of slowly pushing Midge's head down to her cunt when a knock sounded on the door.
"Bingo," she said. "Who is it?"
"Twelve inches," came the muffled reply.
They came in cocks first. And sure enough one of them was over a foot long and wrist thick.
"Oh shit!" Midge cried, her tits flopping as she rolled off the bed. "Get out of the way and let me try the flavor of that cock!"
The other dude knelt between Lucille's legs and gave her cunt a big juicy lick. "Oh suck it, lover," Lucille said, "then fill it with meat!"
Without exchanging names, or even saying hello, all four of them fell right into a fuck-fest that promised to last all night.
Big Dick grunted with surprise when Midge scooped his hunk up in her warm, wet-mouth and started running her tongue up and down the shaft. Her hands played with his balls and, now and then, she reamed his asshole with a playful finger.
It was already huge, but it seemed to take on even more life in her mouth. It began to fatten and lengthen until Midge wasn't sure she could handle it all in her throat.
On the bed, Lucille began jerking and flailing her body. She placed her hands automatically at the dark head groveling in her cunt. His tongue was far up her hole and she could swear that it felt as thick and hard as his cock. She came almost at once from the expert tongue in her crack. The big, dark man moved swiftly to mount her while her cunt was still clutched by orgasmic contractions.
"Oh shit, get it on!" Lucille gasped, feeling the constriction of her cunt walls around his cock.
The sight and sound of the other couple fucking urged Midge on. She took his hands and placed them on her tits, forcing him to mash them together and pinch the nipples until she felt pain. Her finger slithered around between the cheeks of his ass, and then shot up the hole. His hips lunged forward. She gagged, tried again, but finally let her teeth grate off the end of his cock.
"I wish I could," she moaned. "Oh shit, I wish I could swallow it all, but I can't."
"That's okay, Mama," he laughed. "I know someplace it'll fit."
He slid to the floor and she rose up on her knees, straddling him with her firm slim thighs. She smiled, looking down to see that she held just the tip of his huge cock in her yawning, gaping cunt.
"Take it!" he said, his hands mashing her tits.
Slowly she descended, letting her cunt take all of his shaft in slow, penetrating bliss. Her thighs pulsed and her asscheeks shook as slowly but surely she swallowed him all until her buttocks rested on his muscular thighs.
Midge started jerking her body up and down, her huge tits bouncing and slapping with the rhythm. Behind them, on the bed, the other man was pouring his meat into Lucille with such rapidity that his ass became little more than a brown blur.
All four of them began to hear the slurping sounds of hard, prodding cocks going in and out of wet, heated cunts. The slippery sounds were as exciting as the sight each couple had of the other, fucking and shouting encouragement.
Midge could swear the black man was doing his best to drive his cock all the way through her pussy, into her womb, through, her belly and into her throat. Her ecstatic shivers and clutching, hunching pelvis urged him, if he could, to do just that.
Lucille's ass bounced off the bed as her cunt seemed to take on a mind of its own. She ground her belly up at him in a maniacal response to the swelling of the steaming cock in her cunt.
She came with screaming moans and thrashing hips. She tensed her thighs until he thought his cock was gripped in a hot, wet vise. Then he tensed, jerked with his hips, and shuddered as his balls erupted. His stiff, hard shaft started shooting its cum into Lucille's squirming pussy, causing, in her, a second come nearly as good as the first.
At almost the same moment, the huge cock in Midge started going off, filling what must have been her belly, with what felt like a gallon of bot cum. She grinned with the feeling. All she had to do was tense her thighs, because of his tremendous width, and she climaxed with him.
The girls barely let the two men rest before they traded and insisted they start again. On and on they went until it was impossible to even suck any more life into their flaccid cocks.
When Midge was sure the party was over, she abruptly left the bed and started for the bathroom. Over her shoulder she said, "Thanks fellas, and good night. You can go now!"
Lucille tensed, a sick feeling bordering on fear rising in her stomach as she saw the two big men exchange wary looks. It passed, more from sheer fatigue than anything else, and they dressed in silence.
Lucille smoothed it over with chatter until they were out the door, and then she fairly charged into the bathroom.
"Are you nuts?"
"What?" Midge said, staring innocently up from her seat on the toilet.
"What you said to them. And the way you said it. You'll do that some day to some guy and he'll maim you."
"Why?"
"WHY? Because you just don't put people down like that. Shit, fun's fun, and I get a kick out of the game myself, but I give as much as I get."
"What for? Those pricks got what they wanted. They just wanted our cunts and we just wanted their cocks. There was nothing else to it. C'mere, Lu, I want to suck your cunt."
Lucille moved to her. She felt with her body but not her mind Midge's hot tongue slide up her channel. She had known the girl a short time, but already she saw something frightening boiling up to the surface in her.
The next night, in another town, Lucille, at Midge's instigation, picked up two airline pilots in the motel bar. They were on a twenty-four-hour layover, and Lucille looked exactly like what they were looking for.
Coming up in the elevator she cautioned, them that her little baby was with her in the room so they had to be very quiet, not make a sound, and they didn't dare turn any lights on.
They undressed in the dark and Lucille eased into bed, positioning the two men around her-one she laid out next to her so she could suck his cock, while she pulled the other's head between her legs and, with her thighs, urged him to eat her.
In the darkness, when she was sure that both men were totally occupied, Midge strapped on Lucille's dildo and crept up to the ass of the unsuspecting man sucking Lucille's cunt.
She had smeared the dildo with a liberal amount of Vaseline before they had entered the room. He hardly 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.
"Simple. He's my brother."
"He is?"
Midge was amazed at the whole turn of events. She began to realize just how little she really knew about Lucille. She wanted to find out more but the glistening sheen of Lucille's fleshy curves in the shower was starting to have an effect on her cunt. She could feel the lips oozing their juices.
She yanked her thoughts back. "Why don't we just get some money from Mm?"
"Russell?" Lucille said, almost shouting over the sound of the water. "No chance. I can live here and eat here and fuck here forever for free… mainly because I can get good-looking men to come to his parties. But money? Shit, he wouldn't give me a dime. And I wouldn't ask him for one."
"But I don't understand."
"What's to understand?" Lucille said, sticking her head through the shower curtain. "I don't want to just hang around here. I want to go places… give my own parties. I'm not getting any younger, honey… and the older I get the more younger cock appeals to me. And pretty soon now, part of my charming allure to younger cock will be my vast wealth. But first I've got to get it… before I can spend it, I mean."
"You appeal to me just like you are," Midge said, her eyes falling to the wet clump of Lucille's shiny cunt.
"I know I do, lover," Lucille said, "but right now let's shower. Get in! You can scrub my back. And if you're a good girl you can eat my pussy a little and get it ready for the party."
For all the action Midge had been a part of in her young life, she still had not been to a full fledged orgy with several people totally turned loose just doing their thing, whatever it may be. When they entered the room, Midge's earlier pangs of jealousy about constantly sharing Lucille faded with the anticipation of so much sex. It wasn't, she had reasoned with herself, so much the fact that men fucked Lucille. It was women. Midge knew that in a swinging party anybody was liable to jump anybody and, down deep, she wanted to be the only woman to be able to give pleasure and satisfaction to Lucille's delightful pussy.
"Well, we'll off and running," Lucille said. "Let's dance."
Midge molded into her arms and they started dancing. Around them couples, men and women, women and women, and men and men, were locked in embraces that only suggested dancing. Several of the couples were already disrobing and falling to the floor.
While Midge was looking around the room in awe, Lucille was studying the expressions of faces-particularly the ones looking at Midge. She wasn't sure, but she thought the girl was causing just the amount of stir and whispers that she had expected. Nearly all of the men, including the gays, and most of the women, were casting sidelong glances and licking their lips when they took in Midge's body.
Lucille looked down, where their two sets of tits were crushed against each other. Midge's jugs, in the uplift bra, were absolutely stupendous. Lucille thought she had done quite a good job dressing the rest of her body in a tight, emerald-green satin dress that hugged the curves so tightly that if someone looked close enough they could almost count her cunt hairs through the material.
"Well, shall we mix?" Lucille asked.
"I guess so," Midge said. "What do we do?"
"We take our clothes off and fuck," Lucille said, and started doing just that.
As Midge followed suit, she looked around her. All the men had erections that jutted out between their partners' legs when they danced. Every now and then one of the women would press her thighs together and squeeze her man's meat. That seemed to be the signal, and the couple would fall to the floor and start fucking or sucking.
Then Midge felt hands on her body. She slid to the floor and found her face in a man's lap, his throbbing hunk of meat shoving at her lips. She chewed teasingly on the head of it and the man pushed her face down over his cock, forcing her to take more and more of its length into her face.
She could see the couple next to them in a sixty-nine position, the girl squatting over, the man s face, his face buried between the cheeks of her ass, his tongue lapping up and down, covering both her swelling pussy and her clutching asshole.
The sight of all the people fucking turned Midge on even more. She 'bobbed her head harder up and down on the man's cock, taking it out now and then and licking the skin along its entire length, and then popping it back down her throat. She let the entire length of his prick feel the action of her tongue along his sperm tube.
Midge felt a tongue in her ass. She looked around into the smiling face of a beautiful, tall black woman.
"I couldn't resist. You don't mind, do you?" the woman said.
"Have at it," Midge said, and returned the cock to her mouth.
The woman's tongue jammed into her asshole like a hot dart, sending tingles of sexual tension up to her tits and back down to her clitoris. Further and further the tongue went up her rectum as half a fist was jammed into her cunt.
The man shot a wad of come into her mouth and rolled away only to be replaced by a man with an even larger cock. Again she started sucking, barely able to swallow the first man's load before her throat felt a second one coming.
She rolled over on her back and felt the woman place her cunt against hers. She jammed her hips upward suddenly, very much excited by having her clitoris stimulated by another clitoris. A petite blonde with a cum-dripping pussy was lowering herself over Midge's face when she felt the other woman's cunt being replaced by a good-sized cock that had a wonderful bend to it.
Across the room Russell and Lucille sat on adjoining bar stools. Her face was in her brother's lap. She was sucking him off with all the pressure she could command from her throat and hollowed cheeks. Faster and faster she went, kneading his balls with one hand and jamming two fingers up his ass with the other.
She felt the head of his cock grow hotter, felt his sac start to swell, and the muscles of his legs tense into hardness.
"I'm coming," he sighed.
She jammed her fingers deeper into his ass and clutched his balls with all the strength in her hand. He placed both his hands on the back of her head and shoved downward with all his strength until all of his cock was buried in her throat. Then he ground his pubis against her nose as he bucked his spunk deep into her throat.
She swallowed and swallowed until she felt him relax and release her head. When she raised her smiling face up to his she had tiny flecks of white, creamy semen on her lips.
He leaned over and licked them clean and then kissed her tenderly. "Thank you, my dear," he said, "You haven't lost a bit of your touch."
"Just want to start the evening off right," she replied. "The way we used to in the old days… keeping it in the family."
"If you're around for a while, I might even get up the passion to fuck you again," he said, "if you can get your cunt tight enough to keep me hard."
"I'm afraid those days are gone forever," she laughed, and accepted the cigarette he had lit for her. She cast her eyes around the room, looking for Midge. It didn't take long to find her. There was practically a waiting line in the middle of the room-both men and women-waiting to get a piece of her body.
"Your little girl is very popular," Russell said, sighing. "I wish I had her youth."
"I wish I had her body and staying power," Lucille said, the crowd around Midge suddenly giving her the idea she had been waiting for. "Shit! That's it!" she exclaimed, striking her brother on the arm.
"As you said, my dear, I'm afraid those days are gone forever."
"No, I don't mean me," Lucille said, her voice rising in pitch with excitement. "I mean her."
"What about her? Other than the fact that she is delectable," he said, turning his gaze back to Midge, on her hands and knees over a man who was pounding his cock into her cunt from below while a second man reamed her asshole from the rear. "Yes, she is. In fact if I weren't so far gone down the other side of the road I might just be convinced that pussy was the in thing. But it would be hard now. Just look at the size of that hunk of meat going in her ass."
Lucille laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
"You're impossible."
"I know. Now, what's your brainstorm about the girl?"
"She's going to get me everything I want and need."
"Oh? How, may I ask?"
"Look! Did you or have you ever seen a hard-core bunch like this groove on one person like they are?"
"I think I see what you mean," Russell said, letting a rising inflection of understanding come into his voice.
"Who's the moot eligible stud in town? With money, I mean?"
"Oh, a delightful young man who used to drop in here once in a while. He's got the biggest cock and the biggest bankroll from here to Miami."
"Does he still come in?"
"No…sad to say," Russell sighed, running his hand up and down his cock. "I guess the crowd got a little too old for him. I hear he's started inviting people up to his father's place on the river. Only a very select few are asked."
"I take it," Lucille said, "that you're not one of the few?"
"No," Russell sighed again. "But, I dream… about his cock, that is." He glanced again in Midge's direction. His eyes narrowed and his forehead creased in deep thought. "Yes," he said, drawing it out, and pausing. "Yes, he just might really go for her. She's mast assuredly his type."
"What's his name?" Lucille found it impossible to keep the excitement out of her voice.
"Stuart Jessup."