Chapter 7
Greg nearly choked on his drink. He cleared his throat and said, "Would you like to go dancing, Susan?"
Susan made a show of looking down, then looked back up and grinned. "I'm hardly dressed to go out, Greg, and I don't want to put on more clothes. Why don't we just stay here and get acquainted? Unless you'd rather be in a crowd," she said coyly.
"Oh, no!" he blurted. "Staying here and getting acquainted is fine. I can't think of any place I'd rather be right now."
"Then take off your coat and tie. And your shoes, too. You might as well be as comfortable as we are. If we just relax, we can have a pleasant time right here, with only a little effort."
The meaning of her words and the way she was dressed were too obvious to be misinterpreted. His cock throbbed at the thought of fucking the beautiful young redhead. He wondered when Marsha was going to leave so he could be alone with her daughter. He struggled out of his coat, yanked his tie off and removed his shoes and socks.
"Now, isn't that more comfortable?" Marsha asked.
"Yeah, a lot," Greg said. His cock pulsed harder and he squirmed uncomfortably, contradicting his words. He lifted his glass, saw that it was empty.
"Let me get you a refill," Susan said.
She stood directly in front of him and, instead of merely reaching for his glass, she deliberately leaned way over. The top of her gown fell away and he had an unobstructed view of her heavy naked tits.
Susan followed his gaze and smiled. For some illogical reason, his discomfort amused her. Her pussy quivered as she thought of seeing his cock for the first time and taking a ride on it.
"Would you like another highball, Greg? Or do you see something else you'd rather have?"
"Oh, uh, yeah," he stammered, his eyes riveted on her splendid tits.
"Yeah, what?" Marsha asked with a light laugh.
"Oh, uh, yeah, please," he said, more flustered than ever.
Marsha laughed out loud. Susan beamed expansively, still leaning over with her hand extended for his glass.
"I wasn't trying to give you a lesson in manners, Greg," Marsha snickered with amusement. "I simply asked if you want something besides another drink. If you do, all you have to do is ask."
Greg looked dumfounded. Susan took his glass and went to the liquor cabinet. Marsha snapped her fingers and waved her hand to get his attention.
"Snap out of it, honey," she said. "Did you like the view?" she teased.
Greg sighed profoundly. "Magnificent!" he said quietly.
"We're almost the same size, shape and texture, you know. Susan is quite proud of hers."
Greg looked at Marsha. First at her comparably flamboyant tits, then at her face. "And you aren't proud of yours?"
"I didn't say that," Marsha said with a coquettish smile. "But you were looking at Susan's, not mine."
"Only because they were visible when she leaned over so I could see down the front of her gown. Well, yours are visible under your gown, but hers were bare."
Marsha casually pushed the top of her gown down to her waist, baring her own exquisite mounds. "More bare than this?" She arched her back, pushing her tits out for his inspection.
Greg stared at Marsha's tits with greedy eyes and the little light bulb over his head finally came on. "Aaahhh," he sighed. "So that's what this is all about?"
Susan returned with his drink. "I wondered when you were going to catch on," she said.
"When you said we could have fun, I thought you meant you and me. I didn't expect to party with both of you."
"Susan has never fucked in front of anyone," Marsha said. "I wouldn't miss this for all the tea in China."
"Greg, you don't mind if we use you for our own purposes and pleasure, do you?" Susan asked.
"Lady, you can use me any way you please as long as you don't abuse me!"
Susan grinned. "Well, we might wear out your cock, but I can promise you won't consider it abuse." She pushed her gown down to her waist. "Mother, come here and let's give him a double feature preview of what he's getting."
Smiling her agreement, Marsha stood beside her daughter. Slowly, in unison, they pushed their robes over their shapely asses and let them drop to the floor. They stood with their hips touching, two priceless Greek statues painstakingly sculpted in exquisite detail of the finest marble. Except these two shrines to the carnal arts were alive and breathing!
Greg's eyes almost bulged out of his head. "My God, I've died and gone to heaven!" he exclaimed.
"Not yet, baby," Marsha breathed seductively. "But we'll do everything we can to help you up the golden stairway." She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. "This will work better if you sit on the couch. But first, let's get those pants off you."
Susan stepped up to Greg and kissed him. When her open mouth touched his, his tongue quickly darted inside and began to explore the hot, moist cavern. His hands automatically went to her tits and he caressed the heavy mounds as she leaned toward him.
Marsha unbuckled his belt, opened the top button and yanked his zipper down. She stripped his pants and shorts down together and his hard prick sprang out at her. She tossed his clothes aside and took his heavy shaft in her hands and caressed lovingly.
"Aaahhh, Susan, we've hit the jackpot," Marsha whispered.
Breaking the kiss and looking down, Susan said, "Mmmmmm, what a gorgeous cock. I think it's at least as large as Ryan's." She could hardly wait to take a ride on his gorgeous specimen of manhood. Later, she would somehow atone with David for her perfidy. She had to have Greg's big cock in her! "Let's get him on the couch and get started!"
They nearly dragged the poor man to the couch and threw him down. Marsha went to her knees between his legs and Susan knelt on the couch by him. Susan lifted one tit and stuck the nipple in his mouth.
"Are you going to suck his cock, Mother?" she asked.
Marsha didn't reply. She couldn't. She already had her mouth full of cock. She held the thick base of his cock in one hand and worked her lips over the bloated knob with feverish skill as she caressed his balls with her other hand.
Susan looked down and chuckled. "This is the first time Mother and I have played together, Greg," she said as she watched Marsha devour his prick. "Is she a good cocksucker?"
"Outstanding," he muttered around her thick nipple. "I think she's going to swallow the whole damn thing."
"God, watching her makes me so hot," Susan muttered. She got up and straddled Greg's head. "Put your tongue in my cunt, Greg. Lick me."
Greg stuck his tongue in her greasy gash and began to lick eagerly. Susan stared down at him and began to hump his face, slowly scrubbing her cunt over his mouth and chin.
"Do you like to lick my cunt, Greg? Does it taste good?"
He tilted his head slightly and said, "You taste marvelous! You have a real gourmet meal between your legs, lady." Then he dipped his tongue back into her snatch and continued to service her savory slit.
Susan put her hands behind Greg's head to hold his mouth tight to her cunt. She turned her head, looked down and watched Marsha gobble his big rod, greatly interested in her technique, eager to learn everything she could from her mother.
"Oh, Mother, he's licking my clit so well! Suck his cock good, Mother! God, you look so sexy and beautiful down there with your mouth full of his big cock."
For several minutes, Marsha thrilled Greg and delighted Susan as she went at Greg's prick eagerly. She fluttered her tongue gently over his swollen crest one moment and lashed it the next, using tender suction, then a stinging hard pressure as she teased and tickled his balls and inner thighs with the tips of her fingers. Her tantalizing actions intensified his excitement.
His groans of bliss became deeper, telling Marsha he was close to cumming. Instead of squeezing him off and continuing to suck, she released him and patted Susan on the ass.
"Sit down, darling, and see how his lovely cock fits your pussy. Mama wants to watch her daughter fuck."
"God, Mother, you're outrageous."
"Your mother is a bawdy little bitch who loves to fuck," Marsha giggled. She shook Greg's cock and said, "Come on down, darling. I can hardly wait to watch this gorgeous cock slide into your cunt. Is your pussy wet?"
"like a fucking swamp," Susan whispered, her heart pounding with excitement. She took her cunt away from Greg and stared down between her legs.
Marsha reached up and ran her middle finger through Susan's gash. "Yep, it sure is."
Susan shivered visibly, straddled Greg's legs and began to lower her shapely ass. She stopped with her humid slit just above his spit-slick cockhead.
Rugged tremors of passion flowed through her body. She looked down between her legs, where Marsha held his prick upright, waiting for her to sit down on it.
"Are you going to put his cock in my pussy, Mother?" she asked needlessly.
"You bet I am," Marsha said.
Susan sank a little lower and hissed with pleasure when Marsha wiggled Greg's cockhead around, rubbing it over her supersensitive clit and along the length of her soggy seam.
"Sit down slowly, darling," Marsha whispered, her voice hoarse with sexual agitation. "Let it slide in slowly so you can enjoy the full pleasure of it."
Marsha's eyes blazed with passion and her body trembled with excitement as she held Greg's cock for her daughter. She thought of all the wonderful things she and Susan would do with Greg and each other and shivered harder. Their little mutual jack off session that morning was only a prelude to what her daughter would do to her if she had her way.
Susan eased down and took barely an inch of cockhead between the puffy lips of her snatch. She sank a little lower and took the entire head into her channel. She contracted her muscles sharply around the big knob to give herself a piercing stab of bliss.
Then, fiercely aroused, she suddenly slammed her ass down hard and the entire length of his pulsating shaft skewered her to the hilt. She gasped when the head of his cock hit the bottom of her cunt. Only Ryan's long cock had ever reached such depths.
Greg and Marsha also gasped. Marsha with the thrill of seeing her daughter take the large prick deep into her belly, and Greg with the thrill of having his prick deep in the young redhead's wet, clasping love tunnel.
Marsha began to fondle her daughter passionately, running her hands all over Susan's ass, along the crack of her ass, between her legs to feel Greg's stiff rod where it penetrated Susan. She extended her fingers and tickled the tightly stretched lips of Susan's cunt, not caring now if Susan objected to such an intimacy.
Susan didn't object. She shivered and rocked her ass. "Oh, God, Mother, whatever you're doing, don't stop!" she moaned. "Oh fuck, his cock feels so good! It fills my cunt so full. I love cock, Mother! I really love to fuck!" She kissed Greg on the lips. "Thank you for letting me use your cock, Greg. I love the way it feels, the way it fills my cunt." She wasn't aware she was repeating herself, wouldn't have cared if she had been aware.
"Your cunt feels fantastic, baby," he said. "So tight and hot.
"Fuck yourself slowly, darling. Make it last a long time," Marsha said.
Susan kissed Greg again. "Isn't this wild, Greg? I'm fucking myself with your big beautiful cock and my mother is watching me." She didn't realize until that moment that she wanted very much for her mother to take a more active part in the licentious revelry. "Do you want to fuck her too, Greg? Do you want to fuck my mother?"
To say the scandalous idea appealed to Greg was the understatement of all time. He had never fucked two women at the same time, let alone two such perfect examples of female pulchritude, and a mother and daughter at that, and he wanted to sample both of them. As many times as possible. What had begun as a dull evening at home, with just his thoughts of trolling for a piece of passable ass, had fortuitously turned into a dream come true.
"God, yes!" he blurted.
"Yes," Susan chuckled. "I thought the idea of fucking a mother and daughter together would excite you. If you want to fuck her too, don't unload in my cunt. Stay with me until I get off, then you can give her a nice ride on your big cock. Can you do that?"
"Damn right, lady! I can do almost anything you ask!" he assured her.
"Good. Now, fasten your seat belt, baby. We're going for a bumpy ride."