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.
Lois entered the room and Bill gasped. The girl was wearing an extremely shaft skirt. Above at was a very tight sweater that emphasized the jut of Lois' tender tits. Under the clothes Lois wore her first set of sexy underthings she'd ever owned, a set that Marsha had purchased that afternoon in anticipation of Lois' agreeing to fuck Bill. Marsha had also bought her daughter a set of stockings and a garterbelt, since she knew that Bill liked the feel of nylon against him when he was screwing a girl.
Bill whistled as Lois posed at the top of the stairs. She flashed him a smile and descended slowly. When she was at the bottom of the stairs, she bowed, giving him a glimpse of the tops of her tits. It seemed to Marsha that Bill was having all he could do to keep from grabbing Lois right then. But he controlled himself.
They went into the living room and Bill whistled again when Lois sat down. Her skirt had slid back far enough for him to see her thighs above the stockings.
"Would you like a drink?" Marsha asked, moving toward the bar.
"Yes," Bill answered.
"Could I have one, too, Momma?" Lois requested.
If Lois was old enough to fuck, she was old enough to drink. She poured three martinis.
"Yyyyeeeekkkkkk!" Lois gasped, after her first taste.
Bill and Marsha chuckled as the girl set the glass aside.
"I hope I like fucking better than I like that," Lois announced, making them chuckle again.
"I'm sure you'll like both… when you get used to them," Bill told the girl as he slipped his arm around her shoulder and drew her closer. He tilted Lois' head back and kissed her.
Lois wrapped her arms around Bill's neck and kissed him back as expertly as she could, which must have been good enough because Marsha could see his cock start stirring and lengthening. She was glad that his cock wasn't overly large. Actually, it was a little below average in both length and thickness, but that was better for Lois. He wouldn't stretch her as much when he gave her her first screw.
After seating herself behind Bill, Marsha began opening his shirt. Bill lifted a hand and closed it firmly over one of Lois' tits. The girl drew her shoulders back and pressed the pliant mound into his palm as she let his tongue enter her mouth to duel with his.
Marsha was amazed at how seductively Lois had swung one leg up to rest it across Bill's legs. Her skirt slid back farther, until her see-through panties were visible. Bill's eyes dropped and his cock jumped to full length and hardness as he got his first look at the virginal pussy he was going to be entering.
The two women had discussed the fact that he might be impatient. It turned out that he was. As soon as he'd feasted his eyes on Lois' pussy, he started undoing the buttons of her sweater. Lois ran her fingers across Bill's broad chest and toyed with the curly hairs there as he fumbled with the buttons.
Then the buttons were undone and Bill gasped with pleasure at the sight of her tits enclosed by the transparent bra. The nipples were no longer soft and he caught them in his fingers and tweaked them to full erection before easing the sweater down Lois' arms and removing her bra.
Stretching the girl out along the couch, he commenced to mouthing and caressing her tits. Lois tangled her fingers in his hair as he sucked at a hard nipple, and she moaned as his tongue ran around it. Marsha got Bill's shirt off with some difficulty, then slipped from the couch to remove his shoes and socks as he started stroking Lois' thighs. From the sighs and murmurs that escaped her daughter's mouth, Marsha knew the teenager was enjoying what Bill was doing to her.
His hand reached the top of her leg and crowd to the other thigh, pausing for a moment against the taut nylon that covered her pussy. Lois moaned with passion as his hand pressed against her cunt. Since Marsha had explained sex to the girl, she'd been masturbating regularly, but the feel of another person's hand on her cunt was much more exciting than her own hand had been.
Bill sucked all of the girl's tit into his mouth as he worked his fingers against the swollen nipple of the other tit. His hand slid up and down her thigh for a few more minutes, then went back to the teenager's pussy. This time, when he touched it, he pressed his fingers between the swelling lips of Lois' pussy, making the girl thrust her hips up from the couch.
Sitting up, Bill unfastened her skirt and drew it down her legs. Lois drew her feet up until her heels were against her ass and her knees were canted outward. Her pussy was open to his gaze.
When he reached for the elastic band at the top of the bikini panties, Lois thrust her ass up again. Slowly, Bill worked the nylon down the girl's body.
Marsha opened his trousers and dragged them and his shorts down his legs. Once they were off, she bent forward and slipped her mouth over the swollen glans of his cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Bill murmured as he pressed at the back of Marsha's head, forcing her to take all of his cock into her mouth.
Marsha wasn't sure whether his excited moan was because she'd taken his cock into her mouth or because he had stripped her daughter of everything.
Bill lowered his mouth to Lois' tit again, shifting from one to the other, his tongue circling the nipples or licking at the full mounds. As he mouthed the teenager's tits, he placed a hand squarely on her pussy.
"Oooooooooooooh!" Lois squealed.
Marsha turned her head to see Bill easing a finger into Lois virginal twat while he ground the heel of his hand against the girl's erect clit. From the way Lois was acting, she was already hot enough to take Bill into her pussy.
As her head bobbed up and down over Bill's cock, Marsha shrugged off her gown, then worked her panties off. Lifting her mouth free of his cock, Marsha whispered: "Do you like it, Lois?"
"Oooooooooh! Mom, it's really fantastic," the girl sighed as Bill worked more of his finger into her clinging twat. "I can't wait for him to put his cock in me."
"Then you won't wait," Bill promised her. Swiftly, he moved to cover the girl's writhing body with his own.
"Wait," Marsha said harshly as Bill's cockhead skidded up and down Lois' cuntal furrow. She eased a finger into her daughter's twat and was amazed at how wet it was. Catching Bill's cock, she guided the head to the opening of Lois' vagina. "Go ahead," she whispered to her lover as he paused above the girl. "She's ready. Go ahead and teach her what it's like."
Bill didn't plunge his cock into Lois' twat the way Marsha had expected him to. Instead, he started hunching it in a little at a time, letting the girl get used to having her body invaded by a stiff cock.
Lois' head lolled back and forth on the couch as Bill stroked ever deeper into her twat. She couldn't do much about fucking him back, not with one leg elevated and the other flat, but she squirmed her ass about in an effort to show him that she liked getting fucked. The squirming of her ass and the feel of her nails as they dug into his arms urged Bill to go deeper each time he thrust forward.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Lois suddenly gasped, her body going stiff. Marsha knew that Bill had just broken the girl's hymen.
"Ohhhhhh, baby," she sighed, "you're not a virgin any longer."
"I know," Lois admitted. "I don't care either." Even as she spoke, she started wiggling her ass about once more, inviting Bill to push the rest of his cock into her.
He continued to stroke in and out of her twat slowly, but now he was nearly all the way into her cunt each time he moved forward. Lois' eyes were wide open and she was licking her lips as he fucked her and sucked on one of her tits.
Marsha couldn't stand the role of spectator any longer. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to her daughter's. If Lois was surprised at being French-kissed by her mother, she didn't show it. She fondled her mother's tit, squeezing it.
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.