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.
Slowly they rolled away from each other, smiling and sighing in satisfaction. For a long time they lay quiet, and then she spoke: "You've got everything it takes."
"So have you, or you wouldn't be in here right now," he said.
"This kind of cock with that kind of fucking I could take tall the time," she gasped, putting her mouth to his cockhead and sucking the last drop of cum from the still half-hard staff.
Then, without warning, she jumped from the bed and walked to the window. She just stood there, looking out, silently shaking her head.
"What's the matter?" he said, rising and moving up behind her.
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. What's the matter?" He slid his arms around her and cupped her tits.
She turned in his arms, looked up into his eyes, and poured it all out at once. She told him about she and Lucille, about how they had planned to make him want her so much that he would support them, set them up like Russell was set up so they could live an easy life full of nothing but sex and fun.
He didn't get mad. He laughed.
"What's the matter? Don't you believe me?" she said.
"Oh sure, I believe you. It's just that it's so full of irony. I'm broke."
"You're what?"
"I'm broke. My parents are going to cut me off without a dime. The only income I'll have is a trust from my grandmother amounting to about ten thou a year. That's hardly enough to set you or me up in anything near a setup like this."
"Well," she said, surprising him with the disgust in her voice. "I guess the laugh's on all of us. Why did your parents cut you off."
"Because of my parade of women, I guess, and the fact that I don't care enough about money, and my refusal to take responsibility."
"Oh," she said, turning back to the window and bowing her head, deep in thought.
"Listen," he said, "what do we care? Let's just take off now, you and I."
"I couldn't."
"Why?"
"Because of Lucille. She needs me. I don't know what she'd do without me… she's not getting any younger, you know. Why, the first night you were here, when I refused to go to your room because I didn't want to get you that way, she got down on her knees and pleaded with me to go. She said you would be able to give both of us everything we'd ever want. She said she only wanted the best for me. If I left her now, alone I mean, I don't know what she would do. And besides, I owe her something. I didn't have a damn thing when I first met her.
"I'll pay her."
"No, that still wouldn't do any good. If she had nothing and I had you, she never would believe it was love. She'd come alter us and find some way to spoil it."
"Well," he said, his mind going a mile a minute. "What if she had someone else…1 mean, to take your place."
"I don't know… yeah, that might work."
"I'll be back," he said, and dressed.
When he was gone she walked to the mirror and studied her eyes, smiling until she was sure she had just the right look-Lucille's look.
The older woman found her like that. "Well," she said, when she saw that he wasn't there.
"Well what?"
"Where is he?" Lucille said.
"Gone, but I think he'll be back. But even if he does it won't make much difference."
"Why?"
"Because school's out… he's broke, doesn't have a dime. His folks cut him off completely."
"You're kidding."
"Nope," Midge said, turning and staring directly into Lucille's face.
"Well shit," Lucille said, and started pacing, pausing only to light a cigarette. "Well, you hit a few and you miss a few. We'll just find another one."
"Not me. I've had it."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean trying to find and catch a rich lover is too unsteady a job. I think I'll just start turnin' tricks. There's more future in it."
"Suit yourself," Lucille said, "but I think you're nuts-"
"Who is it?" Verna called sleepily from the other side of the door.
"Stu Jessup, I've got to talk to you." "Jesus Christ, it's five o'clock in the morning." "I know, but this is important. Open up!" She unlocked the door and stumbled into the kitchen. Stu was pacing when she returned drinking a glass of orange juice. "You know what I told you… got a hundred bucks?"
"I want to hire you, honey," Stu said, "but I don't want to fuck you."
"That's a new twist."
"You said you wanted more, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, how would you like to get it on your back with one guy instead of a hundred?"
"I'm interested," she said, sliding onto the sofa and tucking her legs under her.
"All right," he said, "do you think anyone up at Russell's would recognize you now?"
"I doubt it," she replied, "and besides, I've lost a lot of weight. You know, some men like narrower hips and smaller boobs. I used to be a cow."
"Good," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Hem's what I want you to do. You wanted me to find you wealthy customers? Well, I want you to find me one."
Russell was in his room when Stu returned.
"Ah, good morning, my boy. At… could we have a little talk?"
"Sure," Stu said, stripping off his shirt and finding a clean one.
"I've made some rather discreet inquiries and I've found that-"
"Don't bother. You've found out I'm not exactly a millionaire playboy anymore, and you'd like me to take my leave, right?"
"Well, that's putting, it a little harsh and abrupt… but basically you know how it is. I hate to have it known around town that someone is sponging off me. Particularly someone who isn't giving me something in return. Now if you'd just start joining the parties downstairs again..
"And be a clown again? No chance, Russell." or perhaps move into my room?"
"Less chance."
"Well, good-bye then, and good luck, my boy," he said, and left.
Stu finished packing and wrote a quick note to Midge. On the stairs he met Lucille..
"So long, phony," she said.
"You're so sweet," he replied. "Would you give this to Midge?"
"Sure," she said, taking the envelope from his hand. She watched him descend the stairs, and when the door closed behind him she ripped the envelope open and read:
Dear Midge, I'm sorry everything didn't work out. If you reconsider and decide you can live on my paltry income, you can reach me at this number.
There followed a telephone number, and what Lucille considered useless mush.
She went into Midge's room and dropped the letter on a dresser.
"It's from him. When are you leaving?" she asked.
"Tonight… before the party," Midge replied.
The party was in full swing by the time Lucille came downstairs. Some of the couples were already nude and writhing around together on the floor and on various pieces of furniture.
Lucille looked the crowd over-she estimated about ten couples, one or two of Russell's friends, and three or four other singles she hadn't seen before.
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.