Jim Dawson: Family orgy

Bill began paying some attention to Marsha, too. He fondled the twin globes of her ass, then slid his hand between her parted thighs, driving a couple of fingers into the woman's twat.

Instinctively, Lois lifted her leg and draped it across Bill's back, then followed with the other leg. Now she could heave her cunt up to meet his descending cock.

By shifting a little, Marsha was able to place one of her tits against Lois' mouth; without hesitation, the girl sucked the thick nipple into her mouth and worked it around with her tongue.

As Lois started sucking one of Marsha's tits, Bill sucked on the other while continuing to run his cock in and out of Lois' twat. Marsha grabbed her daughter's hand and directed it to her cunt. Lois began fingering her mother's swollen clit as Bill fingerfucked her faster and harder, duplicating the rhythm with which he was working his cock into Lois' vaginal passage.

Marsha, who had been screwing Bill for almost four years, knew he was close. "He's going to cum, baby," she whispered to Lois.

Then Bill froze. Marsha knew his cum was shooting into Lois' twat. From the way the girl was sucking harder on her tit, Marsha knew Lois had to be cumming, too. Then Lois proved her mother was correct by puffing her mouth from the tit she'd been sucking.

"Ooooooohh! Ooooooooooohh!" Lois squealed. "I…ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! I feel sooooooooo gooooood."

"It'll keep getting better, baby, I swear it will," Marsha told her daughter, kissing her tenderly.

Lois looked at her mother as if she couldn't believe that it could be better.

But, by the time Bill left that night, Lois knew it could.

To Marsha's disappointment, the session with Bill and Lois was more a scene where she was a spectator rather than a full participant. True, both of them had sucked her tits and fondled her cunt, but she didn't get fucked or eaten that night. She even slept alone, in Lois' bed, after the three of them had left the couch.

It had been a couple of weeks before she and Lois had had a real three-way, and, surprisingly, Lois had initiated it. Of comic, Lois hadn't meant to set up a threesome; she had just wanted to get laid. She had had no idea that Marsha would hop into bed with her and the boy she was going to screw.

Becky had gone on an overnight trip and Marsha had gone out on a date. Lois had been home alone and she had called up a boy she knew, a boy named Roger Cole. The Coles didn't have a TV and Lois had invited Roger to come over and watch TV with her.

She had dressed in extremely brief cut-offs and halter top. Roger had been impressed; his cock had gotten hard just from looking at her.

When she'd seen the outfit Lois had worn, Marsha hadn't been able to blame him; the garments had barely concealed Lois' tits and hips and had been so tight that they'd shown off everything she had as if she had been naked.

Lois had sat on the arm of the couch next to Roger and, before long, he had started toying with her leg. Once he had gotten his hand on her thigh, he had realized that one of two things had to be true: either Lois didn't have any idea of what was going on, or she knew what he wanted and didn't mind if he tried to get it.

At that point, he had decided to see which was true. He had pulled Lois down into his lap and kissed her. When she'd thrust her slim tongue into his mouth and squeezed his hard cock, Roger had realized that she was as horny as he was. All that had remained for him to do was find out how far she was willing to go.

He started caressing her and she had responded eagerly. By nine o'clock, Roger had gotten her shorts open.

After allowing him to caress her pussy for a few moments, Lois had asked him: "How'd you like to really have fun?"

Roger grinned. "If you mean what I think you mean, I sure would."

Lois led him upstairs to her room. They stretched out on her bed and started necking seriously, removing each other's clothes.

Marsha might have never known about that evening if her date hadn't capped out.

Marsha had entered the house and, for some reason, she had gone up the steps to the second floor. Lois had not closed the door to her room, and Marsha saw them kissing hungrily and playing with each other.

Lois' legs had been wide apart and Marsha had watched as the boy added a second finger to Lois' twat. Lois had been pumping her hand around the boy's stiff cock.

"Is this a private party?" Marsha asked. "Or can anybody get in on the action?"

"Oh, my God, it's your mother!" Roger gasped as he'd turned to look at the doorway.

"That's cool," Lois had assured him. "Mom knows I screw." She had looked at her mother and smiled. "If Roger thinks he can handle both of us, I'm willing to share him."

Both of them looked at Roger. He gulped as he realized all the implications.

"I can try handling both of you," he said.

Marsha smiled at him. "If you eat pussy, you won't have any trouble handling both of us," Marsha assured him as she pulled her dress over her head.

"I eat pussy," Roger lied. He had never done so, but he had been planning to try it with Lois, for he'd heard that if a man did that to a girl, it was guaranteed to make her want to fuck him, and he had certainly wanted to fuck Lois.

Marsha removed her bra and panties and climbed into the bed on the other side of him. He turned to face her and she kissed him as wantonly as Lois had been doing. The girl caught one of his hands and brought it back to her cunt, then she sighed as he jammed two fingers into her itchy twat. At the same time, she reached across his body and started fondling her mother's cunt while Roger used his other hand on Marsha's big tits. Marsha started stroking and fondling his cock with one hand, using the other on Lois' tits.

With her superior knowledge of men, Marsha recognized how close Roger had been. A moment after she'd started playing with his cock, she stopped. "You're about to shoot, aren't you?"

"Ooooooooooohh! Yes!" Roger moaned.

"How'd you like to do it in my mouth?" Marsha teased. Again, Roger had almost shot off just from the suggestion. "You can eat Lois while I suck you off."

Marsha then positioned him on his back near the edge of the bed.

"Sit over his face, baby," she instructed Lois.

As Lois settled her pussy over Roger's face, Marsha draped her upper body over his hips. Instead of licking at his cock, she slipped it into her mouth and let it rest there for a moment, until he got used to the feel of her warm, wet mouth surrounding his cock.

Roger looked up at the reddish gash of Lois' match just over his face. The girl moved her knees farther apart and pressed her heated pussy to his face. Tentatively, Roger extended his tongue and ran it up the length of Lois' cunt.

"That's it!" the teenager moaned as Roger's tongue flitted against her hot, swollen clit. "That's it! Lick me there!"

The way Marsha had positioned herself, her cunt was exposed to Lois. Lois explored the carmine flesh with her eyes, then she reached out and started massaging the thick cuntlips.

When Marsha had felt Lois' hands on her hips, she snorted with anticipation. Marsha was a true bisexual and she had hoped that Lois would turn out to be two-way, too. Now it seemed as if her wish was going to come true.

Lois shifted above Roger, keeping her wet cunt tight to his face as she stretched out and wedged her head between her mother's thighs. The aroma that wafted to her nostrils excited the girl and she nuzzled her face into the heated flesh of her mother's cunt, her tongue snaking between the puffy cunt-lips.

"Ooooooooohhh! Baaaaaabbbbbbyyyyyy!" Marsha cried, lifting her mouth free from Roger's cock. "Oooooooooh! Lois! Looooiiiiisssss! Eat me, baby, eat your mother's cunt!"

She plunged her head down and started licking Roger's cock, swirling her tongue around the turgid shaft.