Russell met him at the door like a long-lost friend.
"Stuart, my boy, how are you and how is that beautiful hunk of meat?"
"Now, come on, Russ," Stuart replied, "are you going to start chasing me around the bed already?"
"No, no, no!" Russell held his hands up, palms out. "Far from it… just being cute. You know me."
"Yes I do," Stuart said.
Russell laughed. "C'mon stud, I'll show you your room. Believe me, I'm glad you're here… there's somebody I want you to meet."
"What's on for tonight?" Stuart asked as they climbed the stairs.
"Hardly a thing. Just a quiet little dinner party. In deference to you, believe me."
"Not just the two of us, I hope."
"Of course not," Russell said, his lips forming a pout, "I know what you like."
Midge lounged on the bed as Lucille watched them come up the stain and walk down the hall, through the barely cracked door. "Midge… come look!" she cried. "Because you're in luck. He's not only rich, but he's good-looking as hell."
Lucille was so engrossed in sizing Stuart up she paid little attention to the fact that Midge remained on the bed. Her cunt tingled as she watched his big body move down the hall with a catlike grace, his wide shoulders massive in the tailored jacket. His thighs looked huge and the muscles in his buttocks bunched and corded beneath the tight pants in such a way that Lucille wished it was her who was after him instead of Midge. Even at that she was glad that she had decided to have him, at least once, before Midge started her part of the operation.
Russell left him in the room. Stuart quickly unpacked and showered. Still nude, he flapped on the bed to grab a wink or two before dinner. He was barely asleep when his senses told him someone was in the room.
His eyes popped open. She was standing in the middle of the room, smiling at him, her long hair framing her finely featured face. She was wearing a very low-cut dress like a second skin. From his angle she was all tits, ass and legs. Between that and the animal look in her eyes, he thought she must be a fantastic fuck.
"Are you the welcoming committee?" he asked.
"Depends," she said, her eyes dropping directly to the long hose-like cock that wound its way down between his legs.
"On what?"
"On what you're interested in. I'm Russell's sister, Lucille."
"I'm Stu Jessup," he said, feeling his cock harden as he examined her body.
She sat next to him on the bed. At closer range he saw the tell-tale lines around the eyes and the gathering of skin where her breasts joined at the top of her cleavage. She had a few too many years, he thought, but she carried them well. And if fucking her would pay his bed and board, rather than fucking Russell, he was all for it.
He took her by the arm, coming alive at once to the feel of firm, warm flesh. She pulled her arm to her side, forcing his hand up against her swelling breast. It was so large that he could feel it with the back of his hand, pressed as it was almost in her armpit. His cock hardened a little more.
"Listen," he said, glancing at his watch, "what ate you doing right now?"
"Being bored until dinner," she said.
"Then let's fuck."
"How do you want it?" she said.
"Get your clothes off and I'll show you," Stu said, laughing and squeezing one of her tits.
She slipped from her clothes and rolled into the bed. He pushed her over on her belly and rose to his knees behind her. His cock went directly to her asshole and plunged forward.
"Not so fast!" she groaned.
He paid no attention to her as he shoved and lunged, trying to grind his cock into her anus. "Relax," he panted.
"I can't… Jesus, you're like an elephant!" she screamed.
Again he shoved with all the power in his limbs and hips. It was no good. He could barely get the head of his cock in her cunt.
In disgust he flipped her over until she was sitting in front of him. He started feeding his cock into her mouth, but it was so big and thick that all she could handle was the head. It filled her mouth completely, and she sucked on it, wanting to take more.
She used her hands, trying to jack him off in her mouth but he wanted her to suck him down deep in her throat and she couldn't. Again he changed his tactics and pushed her back to the bed.
Her legs flew into the air and wrapped around his back as he shoved with all his might into her cunt. There she could handle it, but even then only an inch or so at a time. She had never had anything like his cock in her life.
She looked down between their bodies. He had forced at least six inches into her and he still had easily that amount to go. She was gasping, her head turning from side to side, her legs spread, the area around her cunt turning a deep crimson.
At last he was all the way inside her. Lucille was almost out of her mind with pain and pleasure, but she matched his humps with a movement that absorbed every inch of his swollen meat. Then she got wetter. It was easier. It was better, and God, she wanted all of his cock, hard into her. She rolled around on it, digging it into her cunt, hurting herself, but loving every inch of it.
After several moments of hard fucking, she locked her ankles behind the back of his neck, thrust her hips up high, almost lifting him from the bed, and cried aloud as she threw her cunt against him in the agony of her climax.
At the same moment, Stu began the shorter, faster strokes that forewarned his shooting his thick cum deep into her cunt. Then he drove her ass deep into the mattress with a growl as his prick spurted his wad into her womb, and the two of them collapsed breathlessly on the bed.
They lay still for a long time and then he lit them both cigarettes. "You've never had a real big cock before, have you?"
"Oh yeah," she gasped, "but not like that. You should take it a little easier at first, let a gal warm to it."
"Why?"
"Because it hurts like hell, that's why. Lovin' shouldn't hurt, it should feel good."
He rolled over and she almost shuddered at the coolness in his eyes. "Lucille… is it?"
"Y-yeah," she stammered, "Lucille."
"Lucille," he said, his voice even, cold. "There are women you love… and then, there are women you fuck."
After dinner they retired to another room for brandy and more talk. Still Stuart hardly paid Midge any attention. It put an unspoken damper on the evening's activities. Eventually Midge rose and excused herself.
Seeing that the evening had turned out to be a dud, Russell and his little friend did the same and left arm in arm, headed for the former's bedroom.
Lucille was puzzled.
"You didn't seem to find my friend very attractive," she said.
"Quite the opposite. She's very beautiful. I just didn't feel like staffing an orgy down here in the living room."
"You didn't?" Lucille asked, trying to keep the amazement out of her voice.
"No… that's why I stopped coming here in the first place. Russell probably told you I liked the living room bashes with twenty or more going at it, didn't he?"
"Uh… something to that effect," Lucille said, cursing Russell in her mind for not giving her the full story. She was relieved, however, that there had been no big party, with a mass orgy that night. Had he met Midge in the middle of all that it could have posed a problem.
"Don't get me wrong," he said, "I like a lot of action with a lot of couples, but I like them one at a time more than I used to. See, I started feeling like a freak, or a circus performer in the middle of those parties. I'd be humping away on someone and the next thing I knew everyone else in the room had stopped what they were doing to watch me."
Good God, thought Lucille, he's a super stud with a super cock and he actually digs the love scene in sex! Now she knew what he had been talking about upstairs in the bedroom.
"Well," she said, rising and stretching, forcing her breasts to bulge above her dress invitingly, "me for bed."
"Yeah, me too," he said.
They walked up the stairs together. At her door he pecked her on the cheek and said goodnight.
"Want some company?" she asked.
"Would you be mad if I said no?" he replied.
"No," she said, and smiled as she eased into her room. She heard his footsteps retreat down the hall.
The room was empty. Quickly she crossed to the connecting door leading to the adjoining bedroom. Midge was sitting on the bed, her head so low that it was nearly resting on her tits. She wore the top of a see-through nightgown and nothing beneath it.
"What's the matter with you?" Lucille asked.
"He wants me to come to his room after everyone else has gone to bed," Midge replied, not lifting her head.
"Who does?"
"He says he does… Stuart."
"How do you know that? He didn't say ten words to you all night long."
"He slipped me a note under the table during dinner."
"Well I'll be damned!" Lucille said, erupting in laughter. "That sneaky bastard!"
"I don't want to go."
"What?"
"I don't want to go," Midge said as she stood and faced Lucille.
The woman was stunned by the defiance in Midge's voice and the hard look of determination on her face.
"You're crazy. This is what we've been planning for… of course you'll go."
"I'll feel like a whore," Midge said, biting her lip to hold back the tears she felt brimming at the corners of her eyes.
"Bullshit!" Lucille cried. "You are a whore. We're all whores. So is he. Now get your ass in there!"
Midge didn't want to tell her the truth. She didn't want to tell her that she really did want to go to Stuart's room, but she was afraid that if she did her head would be fucked up for good. There was something about his eyes, the way he looked at her and the way his body moved, and the way he spoke. It was as if she had known him before. And she had, all her life, in her dreams. The minute she met him she knew that he was the combination of all the men she had ever been with and more. Midge felt she had something with Lucille, that she, at last, was able to feel something for someone, and care that she did feel. If she went to bed with Stuart Jessup she guessed that she would then begin to feel too much, become too confused, ha back where she was.
"Are you going?" Lucille said. "Because if you're not, you can pack your little knapsack and get the fuck out of here."
She nodded and walked out of the room.
Stuart was only seconds in the room before he was out of his clothes. He threw after shave on his face and his shoulders with shaking hands like a kid on his first date.
She was beautiful, with a body that made his skin ripple just being in the same room with her. And there was more to her than a cunt. He sensed it, but he somehow also knew it.
Thinking about her caused more than just a hardening of his cock-his fingertips tingled, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck lifted, his scalp sweated.
He almost ran to the door when he heard the light tap, then stopped. He moved back to the bed and pulled a robe over his nakedness. His hand was on the knob again before it dawned on him: "My God, I must have it bad. Since when, in my whole Goddamn life, have I ever worried about what anybody else thought? Much less some cunt I've just met?"
He opened the door and stood back. She walked right by him to the center of the room, turned, and slipped the nightie over her head. Dropping it from her hand she raised her head, fluffed her hair with steady hands, and squarely met his eyes with her own.
He shut the door behind him, locked it, something else he had never done before in his life, and dropped his own robe to the floor. He didn't move to her at once but stood, staring, his eyes taking in all of her at once.
He knew at once that no woman he had ever had compared to this one. A thick mass of long blonde hair framed one of the most sexual faces he'd ever seen on a woman. Her face was sharp, almost too much so. But her smooth, glowing beauty was only accentuated by the sharpness. Her smoldering eyes held invitation, the invitation being for more than just a bout in bed.
She was just tall enough, with a figure that was overwhelmingly lush. Full tits stood erect, nipples hardened.
The mound of her cunt was too pronounced, but that only made it more exciting. Her pussy was wide, and its gleaming lips showed she was already in a high state of sexual excitement. Stu could almost smell the tang of her cunt, open and crying for his hardening cock.
Midge stared at the huge cock hanging between his legs. And, as it grew, she remembered the last night under her father's roof. She remembered the momentary joy she had received from his long staff as she had sat atop him and rammed it far up inside her, telling herself that night that she would again find that in a man. And, now, she stood staring directly at it.
She raised her eyes and stared directly into his handsome face. His eyes seemed to reflect hers like two deep pools. There was, in his face, a pure animalism that told how easy it would be to lose oneself in a man like him. How a woman could spend her life crawling after him, wanting him so desperately that merely his presence would suffice.
Not a word passed between them as he picked her easily from the floor and deposited her on the bed. He stroked his cock, nearly crying with the sheer beauty of her body. She was lying on her stomach, her long legs spread wide. He knelt on the bed and crawled up between her legs. He smelled her scent and closed his eyes, inhaling again, more deeply.
Deftly, he buried his nose in the divide of her asscheeks. He loved the warm, rich, womanly smell that he found there, and she spread her legs a little wider to show him that she liked him being there.
He slid his tongue up and down her ass, and then into the crease, liking the way her puckered anus massaged each taste bud of his tongue. He moved his tongue into the slit of her cunt and then back up to tenderly insert it into her asshole.
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."