Jim Dawson: Family orgy

"We don't have to go in, if you don't want to," Chet told her as he turned the final corner and headed for the house occupied by Professor Hill.

"No, I'm nervous, but I'm looking forward to it," Marsha replied.

A couple of days earlier, Chet had come home from class and dropped a bombshell. "I was talking to Roy Hill today," he'd said. "He was talking about people in class who practice what he calls participatory adultery, people like us and Beth and Joel, who get together to have sex with each other. After class, I told him I knew some people like that and asked if I could test them as a project. He not only agreed, he said I could invite my friends to a party at his place this Saturday. Apparently, there are a whole set of people that get together and fuck."

Beth and Joel had already made plans to go out of town that weekend, but they said they'd be interested in going to the next party if Marsha and Chet checked the scene out and thought it was okay.

"We'll let you know what happens," Marsha had assured Beth and Joel. "If the party is fun, I'm sure we'll be going back."

She and Chet drove through the quarter mile of pine trees that shielded the Hills' home from the road and entered a large clearing where a dozen or so cars were already parked.

"Jesus, I wouldn't have thought there'd be this many people," Chet murmured as he parked.

"Ahhhh, good to see you," Roy Hill told them as he opened the door. "I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind about coming."

Chet smiled.

"Well, people," Professor Hill called to the crowd. "Shall we get started with a swim?"

"We didn't bring suits," Chet told him.

"No one did," Roy Hill answered. "This is an orgy. We don't need suits."

Behind him, the rest of the crowd was undressing, so Chet and Marsha stripped, too.

Below the house was a creek that had been dammed to create a pool. Once in the water, there were a lot of touches bestowed on Marsha's body. Not that she objected; she did her share of fondling in the cool water.

At one point, she found herself next to Roy. "What's going to happen when we get back at the house?" she asked.

"Anything that you and your partner want," he answered. "Anything that you think is fun. For example, I'm hoping to get a blow-job from you." Marsha reached down and grasped his cock. It was big and hard, a little longer and thicker than Chet's. "I think that can be arranged," Marsha told him, stroking his cock easily.

"Let's go then," he suggested.

They scrambled up the low bank and walked back to the house. Once inside, several couple were already embracing. Roy pulled Marsha to him and kissed her hungrily as she pressed her naked body to his.

Slowly, they lay down on the thick rug. He was fondling her body eagerly, exploring her womanly curves, getting her excited. The fact that someone else could be watching her didn't bother Marsha at all. Marsha was used to being watched as he screwed, just as she was used to watching somebody else get a hard cock stuck into them.

Several minutes after she started necking with Roy, he put his hands on her shoulders and pressed lightly. As she kissed and licked, she moved her mouth lower on his body, until his cock was against her cheek. She turned her head and licked around the head of his cock, then slid her tongue along the thick shaft.

Marsha was proud of her ability to suck cock. She had been doing it since she was fourteen and figured eight years of practice had made her more than proficient. She worked her mouth against his cock as somebody started caressing her tits and pussy.

Roy moaned. "Take it, take it," he urged.

She opened her mouth and eased it over the swollen glans of his cock, then sucked lewdly, her cheeks hollowing as she moved the glans about in her mouth. Whoever it was that was fondling her body was getting to her. A hand started caressing her snatch, the fingers working against her swelling clit.

When her head started bobbing aver Roy's cock, the hands on her body spread her legs even farther. Then a wet, hungry mouth was pressed to her cunt and a tongue was slithering up and down the length of her cuntal furrow as soft hands slid under her ass.

She reached down to fondle the head of whoever was eating her and she almost fainted when she felt long hair. Lifting her head from Roy's crotch, she turned and saw a buxom blonde kneeling between her legs, busy lapping at her pussy.

"Jesus, it's a woman," she whispered.

"Does it bother you, that a woman might be turned on to you?" Roy asked as he cupped her tits, his thumbs brushing against her swollen nipples.

"No, not really," Marsha answered. The woman was doing a great job of licking her cunt, that was something Marsha couldn't deny.

"Then, don't worry about it," Roy advised. "Just relax and let her have her fun while you and I have ours."

It made sense to her. She slipped her mouth back over his big cock and started bobbing her head again as he fondled her tits and the woman continued to lick at her pussy.

The next time Marsha opened her eyes, the woman was being fucked from behind by a short, bald man. From the way the woman was acting between Marsha's legs, she was enjoying getting screwed while eating pussy, Marsha was certainly enjoying the way the woman was eating her, just as she was enjoying having Roy's cock deep in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and slid her lips up and down the shaft as she cupped his balls and jiggled them.

Her pussy was opening as the most experienced tongue she had ever known lapped at her cunt. Marsha had never thought about sex with a woman before. As the women kneaded the resilient flesh of her buttocks and sucked on her clit, Marsha knew she was going to have to ask her what it was like to eat out another woman.

"Uuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhh!" Roy gasped, pushing her head down over his cock as it started spurting his hot jism into her mouth.

Marsha gulped it down and sucked harder as the woman between her knees drove her to a hard cum with her expert tonguing. Marsha planted her feet against the floor, thrusting her hips into the air as her juices flowed out of her twat and trickled down her thighs. The woman sucked voraciously as her spuming quim, drawing the hot juices out of her twat. Marsha ground her cunt into the woman's face and finished draining Roy.

Roy pulled away from her, got to his knees and wrapped his arms around the hips of a passing brunette. "Oooooooooohhhhhh!" the brunette squealed as he thrust his face between her thighs and started to lick her cunt.

The woman who had been eating Marsha lifted her face and winked at her. "You've got a tasty aunt, honey," she said, just as a man pulled her to her back and thrust his cock into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and commenced heaving her cunt up to his pistoning cock as avidly as she had sucked Marsha's pussy.

Another man dropped down beside Marsha and turned her into his arms; his mouth covered hers and his tongue shot forward to fill her mouth. As he kissed her, he fondled her tits and cunt, driving two fingers into her still spasming twat.

Marsha reached down and stroked his sticky cock. He was trying to get his cock into her cunt. She rolled to her back, then guided his stiff cock to the entrance to her vagina. He thrust forward hard, driving his cock to the hilt into her one shove. As he started to slam his cock into her, Marsha responded just as wildly as she could.

"Goooooodddddddddd!" Marsha moaned as he shifted and sucked one of her tits into his mouth. He adjusted her legs until her knees were against her armpits. His thighs were against her squirming ass. His hips rose and fell like a jackhammer, driving his cock into her so hard that the end banged against the opening of her womb with each inward thrust.

Then he rolled to his back, bringing her over him. She started to sit up, but a hand on her shoulder blades stopped her.