Chapter 8
Susan began to bounce up and down and rock her ass back and forth, sparking sharp thrills in both of them as she rode his cock with a steady, brisk rhythm.
Marsha loaded her finger with saliva, pressed it against the brown ring of her daughter's asshole and gently worked it into the tight orifice.
Susan had never had anything stuck up her ass, not even something as small as her mother's finger. "God, Mother, that feels so fucking good," she moaned.
Susan gloried in the awareness of Greg's stunning cunt-stretching cock plumbing the depths of her spastic love tunnel and the delicious burning of her mother's alien finger plundering her asshole. She moaned, kissed Greg feverishly and thrust her tongue down his throat. Drawing her head back, she lifted her tits and offered her nipples to him.
"Suck my tits, baby," Susan moaned. "Make me cum! I want to cum so badly."
Marsha reached under Susan's ass with her other hand and toyed with Greg's balls and tickled his ass while she pumped her finger in and out of her daughter's tight little virgin back door.
Greg took a deep breath and grit his teeth, willing himself to resist the terrible urge to unload in Susan's fantastic cunt. He groaned as his stalwart spear created a fierce friction deep inside her and began to lever his hips up and down in response to her fucking. The heady scent of passionate women in heat filled his nostrils. He had never smelled anything so sweet.
Susan rocked and twitched and bounced up and down, moaning with uninhibited enchantment. She arched her back and sank her teeth into his shoulder to vent her tumultuous excitement. She began to shudder and scream softly with unbridled exhilaration as her orgasm burst over her in a crashing wave. Fucking in front of her mother was infinitely more exciting than she expected. Marsha's finger probing her asshole made her mind reel.
She slowed, fastened her lips to Greg's, wiggled and squirmed gently as her orgasm rolled along and ebbed in soft ripples. She broke the kiss, put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, and began to bounce lively on his cock again.
He held onto her hips and matched her rhythm, thrusting fast, raking her hot, quivering cunt walls savagely. She came again, so hard she slumped against him, unable to move. After a moment, she came to her senses and remembered she didn't want him to get so excited he would lose control and dump his load in her cunt. She pushed herself from his lap, slid to the floor and knelt beside her mother.
"God, that was good," she said softly.
"I could tell you really enjoyed it," Marsha said.
She kept her eyes on her daughter as she lifted Greg's cock and began to lick it slowly, cleaning away the residue of Susan's juice.
Susan watched intently, shivering with excitement. She had licked Ryan's cock after he fucked her, so the act itself didn't shock her. Marsha licking her juice from Greg's cock did!
"Tasty," Marsha giggled. She fell back on the floor, her long, lovely legs spread wide, and held out her arms to Greg. "Come on, baby. Now it's our turn."
He knelt between her feet and leaned over, deliberately going slow to let his passion subside. "Your pussy looks mighty tasty, too," he grinned, eyeing Marsha's brown-haired crotch.
"Play with her pussy, Greg," Susan said softly. "Get her all worked up before you fuck her." She sat by her mother, her own legs spread wide open so he could look at her exposed cunt while he did Marsha.
Marsha drew her knees up high and spread them apart so her tits showed. "It's all yours, baby," she panted.
Susan felt a surge of lusty excitement shoot through her. She knew she was going to enjoy every moment of this night. Her mother looked exquisitely erotic in her doubled-up posture, with her hands behind her knees and her cunt tilted high. She slipped a hand down to her crotch and tenderly played with her own clit while she watched the show.
Greg leaned over Marsha and caressed her twat with his right hand and his left hand went to her big-nippled tits. Marsha stared at his cock between her legs, her breathing shallow and swift in anticipation.
"Uuummm," Marsha sighed as his finger went teasingly up and down her wet slit, then slipped into her hot channel.
"I like to play with lovely, hot cunts," Greg said.
"I like mine played with," Marsha moaned. "And it sure is hot!"
His finger went deep, all the way to the last knuckle, and his thumb pressed against her clit. He began to wiggled his finger and thumb and her hips began to hunch automatically. She moaned deeply and tossed her cunt up and down. Her entire body flushed bright red with fervent desire. She glanced at Susan and grinned, ecstatic that her daughter was watching Greg play with her cunt. He added another finger to her slippery hole, kept his thumb on her clit, and began to finger-fuck her methodically, teasingly.
Susan thought she just might go out of her mind with excitement. She spread her legs a little wider and began to strum her clit faster.
"Damn, Marsha, your clit sure is big," Greg said. "Come here, Susan, and look at it. Have you ever seen such a big one?"
"I've never seen any clit!" Susan moaned. Without missing a stroke on her own clit, she scooted over closer on her ass and stared at her mother's pussy.
"Move your finger and spread your cunt open so I can see your clit," Greg said. He looked from one clit to the other and whistled softly. "Boy, yours is as big as hers!"
"like mother, like daughter," Susan giggled.
"Ooohhh, God, you're a mean devil!" Marsha moaned. "I want to cum, but not on your hand."
"Soon, baby, soon." He squeezed her tit very hard as he drove his fingers deep into her cunt.
Marsha bucked furiously, stuck her legs straight in the air, and shook all over. Her boisterous cries of wanton delight assailed their ears. Her entire body began to vibrate. Both of her large tit mounds peaked higher. Her dark, dark nipples popped out, stood tall and proud with arousal. Greg leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. She seized him around the neck and Susan could see their tongues dueling a moment before their lips met.
The bloated knob of his big stiff prick nudged in the hair of Marsha's hot twat. Impulsively, Susan reached down, grasped his cock, and guided it to the mouth of her mother's cunt. Marsha and Susan uttered simultaneous cries of pleasure and excitement as the head worked its way between the gaping lips of her cunt and the shaft began to disappear into the humid gash.
Susan patted Greg on the ass and whispered, "Fuck her, Greg. Fuck my mother good. Pound your cock into her. Fuck her so hard she begs for mercy."
She was tempted to join in by sucking Marsha's tits, but wavered, uncertain about touching her mother so intimately. She went back to playing with her clit as she watched their lustful coupling.
Marsha locked her legs around Greg's waist and thrust her hips up hard, taking the full length of his gratifying lance in one swoop. Greg settled into the luscious saddle between her velvety thighs, sighing with pleasure as her crotch lifted and her greedy love hole swallowed his prick.
"Damn, I can't tell the difference between your cunts," he said. "They're both so tight and hot and slick. I don't know what I did to deserve the chance to fuck you two, but I'm sure glad it happened."
Marsha clung to his shoulders, panted and trembled, ground her jutting tits into his chest. She stared at him affectionately with her wide-open, big brown eyes. The sweet cling of her cunt around his cockshaft sent roaring flames of passion through his body.
Her thighs tightened on his ribs. Her hips bucked as she forced his cock deep into her slickened cunt. She bounced so hard his knob banged into her womb. Her snug cunt squeezed his tensing cock so delectably. He gasped and began to hunch harder.
Marsha fucked with him, panting breathlessly. His magnificent cock was cramming her cunt so full! His big knob was striking deep and hard, just the way Ryan's did. They worked together effortlessly, the glorious slide of their flesh pushing her passions higher and higher. She looked at Susan, kneeling by them, avidly playing with her own pussy as she watched. Marsha smiled at her daughter and thrust her hips up hard.
"Do you like to watch your mother fuck, darling?" Marsha said.
"Oh, God, Mother, I love it!" Susan gasped. "You're so beautiful and so fucking sexy!"
Marsha heard Greg's fierce groan of delight as he met her furious hunches and his prick swelled inside her grasping sheath. She felt the quick stab of her own swelling passion, went off with him, felt his cream gush into her. She went over the last pinnacle of passion and screamed with fulfillment.
Marsha let her legs drop to the floor with a soft thud, limp with sweet exhaustion. She smiled at Greg and Susan. "Ooohhh, that was wonderful, Greg. You fucked me so well!"
"You were terrific," he sighed. "Both of you."
Marsha pulled his head down and kissed him, then pushed him gently, urging him to dismount. He pulled away and his cock came out of her sodden hole with a soft plop.
Marsha sat up and kissed Susan. "Lick his cock, darling," she said.
Without hesitation or question, Susan leaned over Greg and began licking his sticky prick. She finished the job by taking it into her mouth and sucking the dregs of her mother's cunt juice and his cum from his flaccid shaft.
Marsha lay down by Greg and put her arms around him as she watched her daughter. When Susan finished, she lay down on the other side of Greg and also put her arms around him.
"Did you like riding his cock, darling?" Marsha asked. She reached down, gripped Greg's cock and began to stroke it idly.
"Oh, yes, it was marvelous," Susan replied. She added her hand to Greg's cock and helped her mother stroke it. "I came so hard!"
"What did you think of licking his cock after he fucked me?"
"Wild, you sly devil!" Susan said with laugh. "You're up to something, aren't you?"
"His cock is getting hard again," Marsha said.
Susan raised her head, looked at Greg's stiff prick, then looked at her mother, waiting for her to call the shots.
"Want to suck him off?" Marsha asked.
"You bet your sweet ass I do!" Susan exclaimed. "I might not be as good a cocksucker as you, but
I'm not bad."
"Oh, my, I have died and gone to heaven," Greg said happily.
"Greg, you sit on the couch. I'll suck you a little, then Susan can have it. You can hold off for a while, can't you? I don't want you spurting your cum in her mouth as soon as she touches your cock."
"I can hold off. You two excite the hell out of me, but I'll be okay."
Marsha got between Greg's legs and lifted his big cock. Susan moved over by Marsha so she could watch every little detail as her mother sucked his cock. She could always learn something about cocksucking and she suspected her mother was an expert.
Marsha grinned at her daughter as she held the shaft straight up, slid her hand up and down it a couple of times, then took it into her mouth. She sucked for several moments, then pulled back and smacked her lips.
"Hmmm, hot cock tastes so good. Here, darling, you suck it now and I'll watch."
"You don't want to suck him off and eat his cum?" Susan asked.
"No, you take it. I'm sure I've sucked more cock than you have."
Susan replaced Marsha between Greg's legs and gripped his prick. She liked the feel of his stiff rod in her hand. She ran both hands up and down the shaft, caressing it lovingly. Then she rubbed the big knob over her lips and along both cheeks. "I like the way a cock feels. So smooth and silky."
"Not all cocks feel so nice, honey," Marsha said. "Some of them are rough. We picked a good one this time."
Susan opened her mouth wide and slipped the cockhead between her lips. She curled her tongue around the head and shaft as it slid into her mouth. She alternately sucked and ran her tongue around the hot flesh. She tightened her lips on the shaft and began to bob her head up and down.
The carnal atmosphere kept Marsha's emotions at a high point and watching her daughter suck cock turned her on even more, made her hotter and hotter. She put one hand between her legs and slipped two fingers into her wet pussy.
"You are a good cocksucker," Greg muttered.
Marsha sat with her shoulder against the couch, her legs wide-open. Susan glanced down and to the side, looking directly into her mother's slit just as she put her hand back into her crotch.
"Don't mind me, dear. I'll watch while you suck his cock and just play with my clit a little. I like to watch."
Susan continued to suck Greg's cock. As she became more accustomed to the size, she took more of the shaft into her mouth. When she began sliding her hand up and down the stiff shaft while her mouth went up and down, she felt the thick pole start to swell.
Marsha saw the change in Greg's expression and knew he was close to shooting his load. "Do you want him to cum in your mouth, darling?" she asked Susan.
Susan mumbled something unintelligible and nodded her head as well as she could with her mouth full of such a large hunk of male meat. But Marsha got the idea, especially when Susan began bobbing her head up and down faster.
"Let me jack him while you suck," Marsha pleaded, wrapping her hand around the big tool. "I want to feel it when he shoots in your mouth."
Susan moved her hands to the inside of Greg's thighs and caressed him tenderly as she continued to slide her mouth up and down his prick as fast as she could. The edge of Marsha's hand touched her lips each time her head went down.
"He's just about there," Marsha said, her voice quivering with excitement, thrilled to be jacking Greg while Susan sucked him. She had another little raunchy scheme in mind she would put into play as soon as he started cumming. "You should see his face, darling. He looks as if he ready to take the last step on the golden stairway."
Greg jerked his hips off the couch, thrusting more of his prick into Susan's mouth. He didn't intend to gag her. Her mouth just felt so damned good he couldn't control himself. But he didn't do any harm. Susan kept him from going too deep without missing a stroke. When the first spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat, she started swallowing rapidly.
When she felt Greg's cum pumping through his prick, Marsha pulled Susan's head back. Together, they licked up the last of his cum, then Marsha glued her mouth to Susan's, ran her tongue deep into her daughter's mouth and shared his rich essence.
"Look at his cock," Marsha said. "It is all limp again."
"You've worn the damn thing out," Greg said. "I hate to eat and run, but it's getting late and I do have to work tomorrow."
"We understand, honey," Marsha said. "I can't speak for Susan, but I'd like to get together with you again." She grinned mischievously. "Unless you think I'm too old for you."
"I never did think so!" Greg said.
Marsha and Susan sat with their arms around each other, watching Greg dress. When he left, Marsha got up and helped Susan to her feet.