Jim Dawson: Family orgy

As Lois started fucking him, Kenny cupped her tits. The girl possessed a set of big knockers; her tits were too big for Kenny's hands to contain.

Kenny cupped her tits as best he could and brushed his thumbs across the extended nipples, making Lois throw her head back and moan with pleasure as she continued to push her pussy down over his impaling cock.

"Ooooooooooooohh!" Lois squealed as she absorbed more and more of the turgid cock into her tight twat. It had been a long time since she'd felt so filled by a cock and she moved her hips to and fro as she lowered herself over him.

"Isn't he great?" Marsha asked, watching Lois fuck Kenny.

"He's the best we've had in a long time," Lois announced.

Kenny turned his head to see Marsha nod in agreement, then he pulled her over to kiss her as Lois sank the final inch and his cock was completely submerged in her twat. The girl sighed then started to rise over him.

Lois worked herself up and down around the thick cock as she watched her mother necking with Kenny. He was still squeezing and fondling her tits, so she didn't mind that her mother was getting some attention. After all, if it hadn't been for Marsha, Lois would not have been getting her twat filled with such a delightful cock.

Her hips were so high that only the head of his cock was inside of her twat. Savagely, the teen thrust herself down, driving his cock into her twat.

"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she squealed as the swollen glans slammed into the opening of her womb.

Normally, Kenny didn't like having a woman fucking him, but he knew when he was with two women it was inevitable. And, since Lois was screwing him so enthusiastically, his dislike for the position was diminished. He started lifting his hips as she thrust hers down. He also began to rub her extended clit, making the girl moan with passion.

Faster and harder, Lois slammed herself down on Kenny's cock. She was like her mother in that she came easily and she knew she was going to get her cookies crumbled soon.

Kenny sensed it, too. He worked his thumb against her clit. The girl's cum was going to be a strong one. When she froze over him, her twat spasming as she started cumming, Kenny pulled her down over his body and their mouths fused in a wanton kiss.

Before she sensed what he intended, Kenny rolled Lois over and came with her. His cock fucked in and out of her vagina. She clawed at his back as he started her towards another hard cum.

As Marsha lay on the bed, smoking a cigarette and watching as Kenny fucked Lois, she remembered the circumstances that had led to the girl's loss of her cherry.

"LOIS! Lois! Guess what?" Marsha called as she went up the stairs to her daughter's room.

"What?" Lois asked, coming out of her room.

"Bill Watkins is leaving next month and Dr. Hill has told him to pick the new registrar."

"Wow, Mom!" Lois exclaimed. "Do you mean you might get the job?"

"There's a good chance," Marsha declared. "He's either going to pick me or John Moore."

"But…" Lois protested, "Mr. Watkins is your boy friend. Why isn't he just going to give you his old job?"

"Oh, he might," Marsha admitted. "But, he wants something before he'll give the job to me. Otherwise, he's not going to choose at all. He'll leave it up to Dr. Hill and let me have no more than a fifty-fifty chance."

"What does he want?" Lois asked.

Marsha had looked at Becky's bedroom door.

Lois caught on right away. "Becky's over at Donna's. She's going to call and see if she can stay over there tonight."

That was an unexpected bonus for Marsha. "What Bill Watkins wants in exchange for giving me his job is you."

"You mean he wants to… do it to me?"

"Yes," Marsha admitted. "He wants to fuck you. He says that if I can persuade you to screw him, he'll give Dr. Hill my name as his choice to succeed him."

"Do you want me to?"

"I don't know," Marsha sighed. "I'd really like the job. But, I could take my chances and hope Dr. Hill picks me over John."

"But, if I do it with Mr. Watkins, you're guaranteed the job?"

"Yes," Marsha admitted. "I can't ask you to do it, though. It has to be your choice. I… I just couldn't ask you to do it if you didn't want to."

She knew that Lois understood what was involved. She had given Lois a detailed account of sex when Lois was ten. The girl knew about what men and women did together, knew that it was usually enjoyable for the female as well as the male. She knew about masturbation, knew that she had to protect herself if she fucked a man.

"If I said I'd do it, would you be there?" Lois asked.

"Yes," Marsha assured her. "And, I know Bill. He'd be gentle with you. He wouldn't hurt you."

Lois knew that it might hurt a little the first time she was fucked.

The girl looked down at her body, at the tits that had developed firmly, at the hips that were widening, at the curly blonde hair of her pubes. She knew that Bill Watkins thought she was a pretty girl; she'd heard him say so often enough. She thought she was good-looking herself.

"I… Okay," she blurted out. "I'll do it for you, Mom. I'll let him screw me so you can get the job."

Impulsively Marsha pulled her daughter to her and hugged the girl tightly. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Mom, when's he gonna want to do it?"

"Why don't we tell him to come over tonight?" Marsha countered. "If Becky's at Donna's, tonight would be perfect. Otherwise, we'd have to figure out how to keep her from finding out what's going on."

Lois gulped. Tonight? In a couple of hours I'll be fucking. Then her panic subsided. She had to admit that she was curious as to how it would feel to have a man's cock inside of her. And, she knew that the longer she postponed the act, the more apprehensive she would be when it finally happened. "Okay," she said, her voice more confident than she was.

Marsha hugged her again. Then she called her lover and told him to come over that night to seal their bargain.

When she let Bill into the house, Marsha was wearing a long, billowy gown that was tied at her throat and open all the rest of the way down. Under it, all she wore was a good amount of perfume and a pair of lacy, black panties.

Bill drew her into his arms and kissed her demandingly, driving his tongue into her mouth. He started to fondle and massage her ass while his other hand slipped into the loose gown to cover one of her big tits. He kissed and caressed her until her nipples had hardened and her pussy had started to grow wet. "Where's Lois?" Bill asked as he stepped back from her.

"Upstairs in her room," Marsha told him. When he started toward the stairs, she caught him by the arm. "I'll call her when we're ready for her." Bill started to say something, but Marsha cut him off. "First, I want to see the letter selecting me as your replacement."

"Recommending you as my replacement," Bill reminded her.

"It's the same thing," Marsha retorted. "Dr. Hill is going to do what you suggest. He doesn't want to be bothered by details, not when he can be out playing golf with some of his political friends. If you tell him to appoint me registrar, he'll do it…"

"You're probably right," Bill agreed. Reaching into his coat, he produced the letter. Marsha scanned it hurriedly. It was even better than she had expected.

"Satisfied?" Bill inquired.

To answer him, Marsha called: "Lois!"

As they waited for the girl to appear at the top of the stairs, Marsha wondered how Bill was going to react to the way Lois was clad. The two of them had had a long discussion about Lois' costume. Both had agreed that appearing naked would be too blatant; Lois had suggested she wear her shorty gown with the sexy, ruffled panties, while Marsha had felt that the longer it took Bill to undress the girl, the more he'd like it. In the end, Marsha's opinion had prevailed.