Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true when it comes to sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now learning to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, many people harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. It is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
The Jones family, and the daughter Fanny in particular, finds this out through the help of their neighbors. In discovering that they are not so different in their desires, the family opens itself up to a way of life that is freer and brings them closer together.
THE FAMILY EATS OUT is the story of an average family who embark on a new lifestyle, one that they feel is best for them.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Fanny lay back on the cool sheet and watched as her father's thick cock parted the moist lips of her cunt. The knob of the big bone was swollen fat, and she felt a thrill of pleasure as it spread her pussy. Soon it pressed against her membrane-pop!-and then Fanny was a virgin no more. She'd been fucked by her dad.
"O-h-h-h," she moaned as the huge dork snaked into her molten cunt. "Oh, I love it, Dad."
He lowered his body over her, his strong chest pressing her large breasts flat. He lay like that for a few seconds, then kissed her cheek and spoke. "Are you all right, honey?"
She nodded, then spoke in a whisper. "Fuck me," she urged. "Fuck me good. I'm okay."
She saw him smile before she let her eyelids drop to enjoy the feel of his cock in darkness. She thrilled to the sensation of his bone withdrawing from the depths of her cunt, and then he began pumping her.
In and out her father thrust, his big whang plumbing the depths of her hot quim. She rose her ass off the sheet, jerking her loins upward to meet the downward plunge of his pelvis. Their pubic patches slapped together, the hair of each mingling for an instant with the hair of the other, and then they parted, the greased pole of a cock slurping out of the sopping cavern of a cunt. In and out the dick rammed, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her body, from her pussy to her tits, making the nipples tingle.
Her mind floated in the inky blackness, her senses exploding with physical pleasure. Suddenly the thought intruded on her-the cock that had made her was fucking her cunt. The dick that had fucked her mother eighteen years before and brought her into being had hot torn out her cherry. It was riding in and out of her cunt-hole, sliding on a mixture of her blood and come-juice. The idea thrilled her, sent a shiver through her body. She could see her dad's face in her mind, that handsome and pleasant face that had peeked over the side of her crib when she was a child, the face of that man she loved so dearly.
Now that man was humping the hell out of her and she was digging it like mad. No other man could fuck her this way, combining such love and tenderness with such power and sureness. This was the fucking of a strong and experienced man, not a nervous boy with a thin little prick. She loved it, loved the idea that her own father was banging her cunt, loved the powerful cock-thrusting that mashed her pussy-lips apart, pressured her clit, filled the deep hole of her sweltering twat. This was something she had dreamed of as she diddled her clit, imagined as she masturbated in the darkness at night. Now it was really happening. Her father was fucking her cunt.
He rode her higher now, expertly pressing her clit with the friction of each stroke. She heard herself scream uncontrollably as powerful shocks of pleasure racked her whole being. Her father's arms gripped her tightly, and she was only vaguely aware that her fingernails dug deeply into the hard flesh of his back. They were banging furiously now, her father pounding away in Fanny's tender young cunt. She orgasmed again and again, then felt after-spasms of joy slide over her one by one, only gradually declining in strength.
Suddenly she heard the heavy breathing that signaled her father was about to come. She stroked his back gently, let her soft palm slide down to the hard hump of his ass. She stroked his asscheeks as they punched the air in the fury of his fuck. Then he was coming, breathing hoarsely and jerking his whole body at her as if to bury more than just his bone in her hole.
"O-h-h-h," he moaned over her, as she felt his hot cum shoot into her in spurt after fiery spurt. She lay back in joy to think that she could please her father this way. He humped on, spending his jism, grinding slowly to a halt in his thrusting. He lay over her motionless for a time, his breathing thick and loud. Only minutes later did he raise his head and speak to her.
"Was it good for you?" he asked.
She had to laugh. Good? It had been fabulous. "I loved it," she said, "I wish we had done it before, Dad. I always dreamed of your cock, of getting fucked by you. My cunt ached for it."
Nelson Jones dropped his head to her shoulder, then raised it again. He started to speak, couldn't find the words and just shook his head. Finally, he said, "If only you had said something. Ever since those boobs of yours started to sprout, ever since a peach fuzz started up on your little puss, I've wanted to stick my cock in it. Even when you were a baby, I looked at that little pink thing between your thighs-like a tiny apricot with its little crease-and I've thought how lovely it would be to work my bone into its softness. You were a hot little cunt from the day you were born."
"Eighteen years of waiting," she said, stroking his hair. "I had no idea. I didn't know fathers and daughters ever fucked, at least not until ... " She caught herself. She mustn't reveal what May Williams had told her, that her best friend's father balled her with regularity. "Not until I read something about it a few months ago," she lied, completing her sentence. "I guess a lot of girls long for it, and a lot of fathers want to sleep with their daughters.
Her father only nodded, then placed his cheek against hers. The rough skin thrilled her, warm and masculine against her soft cheek. Her thoughts returned to May Williams and May's father. Right now, in the house next door, they might be fucking too. Their mothers were out shopping together, and Fanny guessed that May took every opportunity to do it with her dad. She hoped the girl would keep to her vow of silence after Fanny told her she'd gone ahead and fucked her father. After all, it had been May who put the idea into head. They'd been talking idly about sex and their fantasies, and fater Fanny had confessed her dream of getting laid by her father, May had told her of the running affair between father and daughter in the Williams household. After that, the lure of it had been too great for Fanny, and she'd hinted boldly what she wanted from her own father ...
Nelson was rising off of her now, giving her breast a pinch as he got up. He pulled his cock out of her cunt; there was a tinge of pink to the dripping gunk. She watched her dad walk naked to the bathroom, heard him rinse off his prick at the sink, then return to dress quickly. She rose from the bed and made her own quick visit to the John, washing out her cum, which no longer bled, pissing, then coming back to the bedroom. Her father was watching with obvious pleasure as she dressed.
"You must be the most beautiful woman in this town," he said, looking at her swaying breasts as she leaned over to step into her panties.
She smiled, not fully used to being called a woman. But she definitely was one now. Her cherry had been popped. "Thanks, handsome," she laughed, as she pulled up the silky underpants and wriggled them over the rounded curves of her hips. It was strange conversation to her, talking like this with her dad. Somehow, the words thrilled her, titillated her, sent that tingling feeling through her nipples again.
She tweaked them the way she did when she beat off, then picked up her bra and started to put it on. Her father stepped around behind her to help fasten her bra. She worked each full, shapely tit into a lacy cup, then drew the band around behind her on each side for him to fix the clasps. "It's so nice to have someone to do that," she smiled. "When you've got big boobs it's hard to put them in after you do the clasp."
He laughed. "Your mother always wants me to do her bra in the back too."
An unpleasant feeling went through Fanny at the mention of her mother. She wondered if her father had experienced the same thing. "Are ... are you going to tell her about, about this?"
"I don't think we ought to," he came back. "Your mother and I love each other very much, and this would only hurt her. She wouldn't understand." His hands had moved around in front and were fondling her breasts through the lacy material of her bra cups. He hefted each large tit, then let a finger run over the nipple where it hardened rapidly to punch out the cloth.
She felt a warmth creep through her body, and she slowly wiggled her ass to caress the front of his body through his pants. Back and forth she rubbed, till she felt his rod grow hard once more in his pants. She backed up into it, felt it wedge between the cheeks of her butt, surging out against the rough cloth of his pants, pressing the thin material of her panties into her crack. She giggled, and heard him laugh as he slid his hands down to her waist to get a good grip and then pushed himself against her ass.
"O-h-h-h," she cooed. "I could go for some more. My cunt is getting excited again, Dad."
"There's not enough time," he replied. "I could do with another fuck myself, though." He pulled back, gave her a friendly swat on the can. "I have an idea," he said. "A way you can get me off, and maybe come yourself at the same time."
"What is it?" she asked, turning to face him. He had already placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and was guiding her to her knees. She didn't know what he was going to do, but somehow she was pleased and excited.
As Fanny watched, her father unzipped his fly and let his cock spring out. It grew quickly to its full size, the head pink and swollen. It bobbed before her eyes, tantalizing her. A slight musky odor rose to her nostrils, a smell that aroused her. She could feel the juices in her cunt, collecting and flowing to dampen the crotch of her panties.
"It's gorgeous," she said with a sigh. Her heart was pounding in her bosom, and her nipples pressed outward for release from the binding cloth of her bra. "I love it, Dad. I just love your cock." She hadn't even seen a grown man's prick until that day, let alone a prick in a state of full hardness as Ms was now. When he'd fucked her, she hadn't gotten a chance to see it up close. She marveled at it, studying every detail, the thickly ridged head, the veined shaft, the strand or two of curly hair sticking out through the open zipper.
Fanny reached out a tentative finger to touch the hard, wavering head of her father's prick. The sensitive skin of her finger made an electrifying contact with the satiny flesh of the cock-knob, and she caressed the throbbing thing. All over the top of the knob she rubbed her slender finger. She heard her father moan softly as she did so. Then she heard him speak in a raspy voice. "Rub the underneath," he urged.
Fanny ran her finger under the head of the bobbing cock. Her father's breathing grew heavier, and he moaned louder. She worked the finger around under the head of his prick, following its throbbing movement as it went up and down before her eyes. She had an urge to bend forward and plant a kiss on the very front of the knob, where the pee-hole pursed itself as if puckered for a kiss. She resisted this impulse, feeling that her father would think something wrong with her.
She used the rest of her fingers now, wrapping them about the whole cock and frigging it back and forth. She felt her father's hands on the back of her head, and they seemed to be pushing her face towards the bone. She figured he was just responding with a spasm of his muscles, and she resisted. The pressure slackened quickly, and her father's hands found the buckle of his belt. He undid his pants, dropped them to the floor, and his white cotton briefs soon followed.
She had taken her hand away to let the underpants ride down over the hard cock, bowing it as they slid downward. The cock sprang back up, bobbing up and down and swinging back and forth. Fanny could see the full pubic triangle now, and his balls in their thick wrinkled sac nestled tightly below the root. The whole thing was a fascinating sight for her, and she gazed at it without movement. As she paused, she felt a strong hand on the back of her head once more, gentle but guiding her face towards his cock. She reached a hand up to resume frigging it, and when she did that, the pressure once more left the back of her head.
She was enjoying herself now, rubbing all over the prick, then feeling the large oval eggs in their heavy bag. She ran her long fingernails through the curly hairs, then concentrated on the shaft of the cock. She took it firmly in the palm of her hand and began a strong rubbing, her hand moving from the base of his rod to the knob at the end. She went on like that for some time, watching as his prick grew even more turgid. The musky smell had increased, and her father's hoarse breathing had grown louder.
Suddenly, a small gob of cream shot from the pee-hole, falling short of her face. The sight of it thrilled the girl, and she thrust her face closer to the cock, frigging it harder and harder. A second gob flew out, hit her in the nose, dripped down and fell to the floor. The third gob came out harder, flying upward as the prick gave a sudden jerk. The scum hit Fanny between the eyes, ran down in a narrow stream to the bridge of her nose, then leaked over to one side and trickled down to her nostril.
The cock went on spasming in her hand, but no more come flew out. It then went soft in her hand, then completely limp. She let go of it, watching as it hung straight down over his ball bag. Her father reached down to pat her shoulders and speak to her. "That was splendid," he said. "You're like your mother, a virtuoso with a man's cock."
Fanny got up, kissed her father, then completed dressing. Her father had flipped his cock back into his pants, zipped up and hurriedly cleaned up the splashes of come on the floor. After she had washed her face, Fanny went down to the living room. Her mother would soon be back from shopping with Susan Williams from next door.
Fanny was thinking about Susan's daughter May, her best friend. She would have quite a tale to tell her when she went next door after dinner. Fanny wondered what May's reaction would be when she found out that Fanny had finally done it. She's finally fucked her father.
Chapter Two
Fanny Jones and May sat on the bed in the neighbor girl's room. It was after dinner now, and they were discussing the fucking Fanny had gotten out of her father. As they sat talking, it thrilled the Jones girl to think that on this very bed, May had been screwed by her own dad.
"Your father fucks up a storm," May said, as Fanny finished the last of the lurid details. "Sounds like he's as good a cocksman as mine."
Fanny shivered with a chill of excitement that went through her. "But May," she said weakly. "Is ... is it right, what we're doing?"
"If a fuck feels good in your cunt," May came back, "then it's okay." Fanny laughed nervously. "Look," her friend went on, "everyone has secret wished to fuck and suck their relatives."
"Suck?" Fanny asked with surprise. A sudden image of her father's thick cock-knob bobbing deliriously before her eyes came into her mind. She recalled for an instant how she had wanted to slide her lips over the satiny head. She shrugged that idea off, then thought about May's words. "Are you sure about that?" she asked.
May laughed and patted her on the arm. "Sure I'm sure. I've been laying Dad for over a year now, and that's not all the action that goes on in this house." Fanny's eyes opened wide. "I'll tell you at least this much," May continued. "Me and Frank have gotten it on."
"No shit!" Fanny said. Frank was May Williams' twenty-year-old brother, a tall and good-looking boy who worked in her father's business. He and Fanny's brother Ron were friends, even though Ron Jones had been a year behind Frank Williams in school. Ron worked near the place Frank did, and they usually had lunch together. Whenever Fanny saw Frank, a little thrill of desire had tickled her pussy. She was excited at the idea that May messed around with her brother, and it recalled to her mind the times she'd toyed with the thought of a little harmless sex-play with her own brother Ron. "Tell me about it," Fanny said to May.
"I'll do better than that," the neighbor girl said. "Would you like to take a peek while we fuck around?"
"Hell yes!" Fanny said, the charge in her cunt rising.
May laughed and patted her arm again. "C'mon," she said, springing from the bed. "Frank's room has a peekhole that only the family knows about. I've seen Mom and Dad fucking and ... well, never mind all that now. The peekhole makes some of the action that goes on in this house a little more interesting. Ill show you where to stand, then bring Frank upstairs for a little fun."
May Williams led Fanny to a hall closet and showed her where a small piece of wood at eye level could be slid aside to give her a view into another bedroom. Then May shut the closet door. Fanny stood there for some time, then saw a light go on in the bedroom. As she stared through the peekhole, she saw first May and then her tall, good-looking brother Frank enter the room. She could hear their voices, muffled, and Frank seemed to be saying something about Fanny leaving so soon.
May was wasting no time. Even before Frank had closed the door to the hall, the girl had pulled her sweater off over the top of her head. As her arms came down, the motion made her large breasts jiggle in the confinement of her tight bra. May unzipped her skirt, and as she drew it over her rounded hips and lowered it to the floor, Fanny saw the deep cleavage between her melon-like breasts.
What a body, Fanny thought. May had even better tits than she did. She pressed her eye to the peekhole and kept staring. May had tossed her skirt aside and was down to bra and half-slip. Fanny felt a chill go through her body as the tall boy's strong arms wrapped about the naked midsection of his sister and drew her body to him. They kissed long and hot, not the usual kiss of brother and sister. Fanny felt the juices collect in her cunt.
Frank stepped back and took the waistband of the half-slip in his hands, then pulled it over the curving hips of the girl. Her blushing pink panties came into view, a trace of moisture at the crotch. The slip fell to the floor in a puddle of pink around her ankles, and she stepped out of it. This gave both Frank and Fanny another view of the deep cleavage between May's bobbing breasts as she bent to retrieve the garment and toss it onto a chair.
May smiled at her brother as she reached behind her and undid her bra. She removed it with a flippant gesture, letting her smooth round breasts roll free. They jiggled on her chest as she took a deep breath and straightened her back. Her tits were perfect, huge and beautifully shaped, white and flawless. May wriggled out of her panties and was now naked to the eyes of her brother.
Frank undressed hurriedly and led her to his bed. She started to climb on, but Frank made her sit on the edge of the bed. She smiled. Her brother stepped between her legs. His rod was stiff and close to her face.
Fanny stared at his body. She had a perfect view of it now. The boy was muscular and lean, well tanned and handsome. His cock was a good-sized one, almost as big as her father's. It had a good swollen head, thickly ridged and dark in color. The big knob was level with his sister's mouth. May's sensuous lips moved nearer to it, her mouth half open.
Fanny bumped her head slightly on the wall as she tried to press her eye even closer to the peekhole. She'd only made a slight noise, and the couple in the bedroom were so busy she was sure she hadn't been heard. What in hell were Frank and May about to do in that room?
The boy leaned slightly towards his sister, just as she inched her face further forward. Her lips were now over the cock-knob, and she closed her mouth to take the swollen mushroom inside. Fanny gasped as May moved her face towards the pubic bush, taking the entire cock into her mouth, inch by inch. Soon it was all in, and Frank stroked the back of his sister's head appreciatively.
May began working her lips up and back along the shaft of the great cock. She moved her head with a sensuous slowness, drawing her lips all the way back till the cock-knob was held in her mouth only by the high ridge, then leaning forward till her face was in the pubic bush. When May had the cock almost out of her mouth, Fanny could see the hard shaft glisten with spittle. Back and forth May's lips ran along the dick, and by the blissful look on her face it was obvious she was enjoying her task.
Frank was enjoying it too; he caressed the back of his sister's head with the palms of his hands, staring down at her, glassy-eyed. The sight thrilled Fanny as she watched through the peekhole, and she felt her hot cunt come alive. She reached under her skirt, parted her thighs, and began to rub the protruding lips of her quim with one finger, pressing through the silky cloth of her panties.
"O-h-h-h," she moaned uncontrollably, as she frigged away at her box in the darkness of the closet. Her eye was glued to the peekhole, her finger in the slit of her cunt. In the bedroom, May went on sucking her brother's rod, sliding back and forth on the rigid length. Her hands had slipped around behind his ass, and they gripped each buttock tightly. With each forward shove of her face she pulled his hard ass towards her. She was gaining speed now, giving him head at a quickening pace. Her eyelids had dropped shut, and she was in a private world of extreme pleasure.
Fanny saw Frank's hands drop from his sister's head, caress her smooth shoulders, then move around to her breasts. Leaning down a bit, he placed the palms of his hands underneath each huge tit, then hefted them and gripped them passionately.
He began to work the boobs around in a kneading motion, sliding a thumb to each nipple, tickling the little nubs with a separate action. The sight of this made Fanny's tits come alive. With the hand that was free she began to rub her nipples through the cloth of her bra and sweater.
In the bedroom, the activity had leveled off. May was now stroking cock with her mouth in a smooth and regular rhythm. Frank was caressing her breasts in the same way. They went on like that for some time, till the girl pulled off the stiff bone and Frank let go of her full breasts. As her girlish lips left the wet knob of his cock, the whole rod sprang slightly upward, then bobbed tantalizingly in the air, back and forth with a springiness that sent a flash of excitement through Fanny as she watched.
May's firm breasts were bobbling on her chest, the nipples pink and erect, the solid flesh quivering with a dying motion. For a time, May just stared in enjoyment at her brother's cock, her hands now slid around to the sides of his body. The cock waved before her face. As its motion died, she gave it a tap on the side of the knob with one finger, setting it to waving before her face. Frank seemed to give a little laugh at this, and May did it a couple of times more. It was clear she was in love with her brother's hard dick.
Before long, Frank stepped back and May shifted her ass to the very edge of the bed. Then she lifted her feet and placed them oh the frame, spread way apart to reveal her cunt to her brother. Frank picked up a pillow from the bed, set it on the floor below May, then dropped to his knees. He knelt before her like that for a few seconds, staring at her juicy slash.
May reached down and spread the outer lips, making the pink, petal-like inner lips pop fully into view. She pinched each of these with two fingers and pulled them further apart, opening her pussy for Frank to see in. Even from her vantage point in the closet, Fanny could see the little pink love-button up at the top of the cunt, straining outward-hard and anxious-where the inner lips came together.
Frank put his hands on the inner thighs of his waiting sister, then leaned forward. Fanny saw his tongue shoot out, and she understood what he was doing as he lapped upward, pressing his mouth hard against the open quim of the girl, as she perched on the bed's edge.
The handsome boy began to lap hard, raking his tongue upwards on the cunt lips. Fanny could see that he was pressing the inner lips flat, stroking all the way up to the clit. She could see by the ecstatic expression on the face of his sister that Frank was sending spasms of pleasure through her body. Fanny was dizzy with sensuous thrills and the confusion of seeing a cunt lapped for the first time in her life. She could tell it was pleasing by the look on her girlfriend's face.
She could stand the arousing sight no more, and she quickly reached under her dress with both hands, seized the waistband of her wet panties and pulled them down to the floor. She took her eye from the peekhole just long enough to step out of the underpants. Stuffing them hurriedly in her purse, she returned her eye to the peek-hole and her fingers to the hole between her thighs. Her legs were far-spread now, and she was able to hold her pussy lips apart with the fingers of one hand while she frigged her clit with the index finger of the other.
In the bedroom, Frank had reached a peak of frenzied speed as he lapped madly inside the molten cunt of his sister. She had thrown her head back in ecstasy, eyes closed, mouth distorted with sexual pleasure. She was writhing on the bed, her head rolling back and forth, around and around. She was in a paroxysm of pleasure. Frank was licking furiously with all the speed he could muster. Splashes of cunt-fluid flew in every direction, droplets of the creamy stuff sticking in the pubic bush of the young girl, small globules clinging to the eyebrows of the frantic Frank.
As Fanny watched, she felt herself about to come. O-h-h-h, she thought, I'm going to blow. She felt hot waves of lust shoot upward from her cunt to her tits. Then she exploded in a shock of orgasm. She went on frigging her clit-button, rubbing and pressing it feverishly. She was coming and coming, the spasms of pleasure shaking her body. At last she leveled off, and she continued to caress her cunt-lips as she experienced a heavenly after-glow.
In time, she felt her senses return. She pulled her fingers from her sopping cunt, let her skirt fall back into place and returned her eye to the peekhole. She had lost track of the action in the bedroom. She saw that May was now lying back on the bed. Her legs were spread wide, her knees slightly flexed. Frank was walking around to the end of the bed, his long stiff rod shaking in the air as he went. The boy climbed onto the bed from the end, crawled towards his waiting sister, then mounted her.
From Fanny's angle, she could see between Frank's spread legs as he inserted the swollen red tip of his hard-on between the blood-gorged pink lips of the girl's hole. The thick knob pressed the cunt-lips aside as it entered, and then Frank pushed the whole shaft into her pussy with the weight of his body. As Fanny stared in awe, Frank Williams began to fuck the hell out of his sister. The girl in the closet was aghast. Frank is fucking his sister, she thought. May was getting screwed by her own brother. Fanny went numb, but she was transfixed and unable to draw her eye from the peekhole.
The two of them fucked away, Frank humping his naked ass high in the air with each stroke, May lifting her hips off the bed to meet his every thrust with a powerful heave of her own. Each time the long cock came out of the wet pussy, Fanny could see its gleaming shaft, and each time it disappeared, she could see Frank's buttocks quiver with the force of their coming together. Fanny stared at the finely sculpted curves of Frank's bare backside. The concave configuration suggested the hardness of his muscles, and there was just enough hair to make his ass a study in masculine perfection.
Fanny smiled to herself as she watched the nude backside stab the air. She loved it. She wished she could be in the room to bend over that ass and kiss all over it. The thought sent a chill through her. She suddenly felt guilty about it. Her wish to kiss Frank's ass reminded her of the desire she had felt earlier in the day to kiss the swollen knob of her father's cock. Was there something wrong with her? On the other hand, she had just seen May Williams put her mouth on her brother's bone, and he had sucked the juice out of her hot cunt. Wasn't all of that wrong? She felt her passion subside, even as she watched Frank gain speed as he fucked away in his sister's sweet box. A brother and a sister fucking: was that right? A picture of her own brother flashed into her head. Ron was also tall and handsome, a football teammate of Frank's when they were in high school, just a year younger than Frank. She recalled that she had sometimes imagined Ron nude, especially when she could see the outline of his prick and balls through a thin or tight pair of jeans.
She had sometimes imagined Ron's dick with a hard-on, though she'd never even seen it soft. When she played with herself in the secret darkness of her bedroom at night, she would sometimes picture Ron in the nude, with a big bone on. All that came to mind as she watched Frank screw May. What she was seeing through the peekhole was real though, not an innocent imagining. Frank was fucking his sister, and the two of them were enjoying it like crazy. It was just as if they were a couple of innocent deer in the forest. They were fucking merrily away.
Fanny could see that Frank was nearing his peak. Hiss ass poked the air wildly, the bed jounced crazily, and his hard cock was sliding in and out of his sister's cunt like a piston in a car cylinder with the motor running in high gear. Frank's strong athletic body drove his prick deep within his sister's cunt on every stroke, May's lithe young body responding with her own powerful thrusts. Fanny could almost hear the sounds-the moans of passion, the heavy breathing, the creaking of the bed-springs. She could almost smell the odors-the musty perfume of rutting, the sweet bouquet of sweat.
Fanny was mildly excited again, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through her body, but she had spent herself with her fingers and could now observe the coupling somewhat more dispassionate !y. She admired the big ball bag of Frank Williams, bouncing between his legs as he fucked. She studied the symmetry of the humping couple, the spread legs and grasping arms. To her it was beautiful. She forgot that they were brother and sister, and that they were not supposed to be fucking. They were like a pair of animals, two wild mustangs out on the plains,, doing what felt natural. To Fanny it was all very lovely.
She could see that they were both coming now. May's head was turned to one side, eyes closed, mouth forming the words of passion. Frank was thrusting like a machine, and Fanny could see a ring of white semen form around his dick where it spread the narrow cunt apart. As he fucked his last few strokes, a trickle of the white cream ran down May's flesh. They fucked a few more feeble strokes and then it was all over. Frank lay atop May, and both of them were motionless.
"Wow," Fanny said to herself. It was the first time she had seen a couple fuck, and she was impressed. Her wet panties were in her purse, and she could smell the scent of her own body in the tight confines of the closet. It was getting warm in there, and she hoped they would break up so May could let her out. May might have been thinking the same thing, because she patted Frank on one bare shoulder and he got up off her, a smile on his face. It took him a second or two to pull his still-swollen cock out of her creamy cunt, and a few seconds later it was hanging limp, swaying from side to side, glistening with fast-drying semen.
Fanny watched as Frank stepped into his briefs, then pulled on his pants and shirt. May stepped into her panties, then put her big breasts into the cups of her bra. Frank helped her fasten it, much as Fanny's father Nelson had done for her that afternoon. Fanny saw Frank stride from the room, then heard him go down the stairs, and it was not long before May let her out for a breath of fresh air.
"How'd you like it?" May asked.
"That was one hell of a fuck," Fanny acknowledged, but she said nothing about the cocksucking she'd seen, and she didn't mention the cunt-lapping that May had gotten from her brother.
They went back to May's room and shut the door, then flopped onto her bed. "There's a lot more to see in this house," May laughed. "But I don't want you to go away thinking we're crazy. There's never been a brother and sister that didn't play around with each other a little. Maybe only a little 'playing doctor,' you know, 'show me yours and I'll show you mine.' Maybe a little touching on the cock and the cunt. It's normal."
"Maybe so," Fanny said, but there was no conviction in her voice. "Still ... fucking your brother ... I don't know."
"And you won't know till you and Ron give it a try," May said with a grin. "I have a feeling you dig it. I wouldn't mind getting screwed in my cunt by that big brute."
Fanny just shrugged. She had to admit that she'd had her eyes opened, and the possibility of experimenting with Ron was vivid in her mind. May led her down the back stairs so she could get out without Frank seeing her. Minutes after Frank had pulled his wet cock out of his sister's twat, Fanny was sitting on her living room couch with her brother Ron.
Chapter Three
"There's never been a brother and sister that didn't play around with each other a little." The words stayed in Fanny's mind all evening, and she was thinking of them again when she awoke the next morning. It was Saturday, and her brother Ron would be knocking about the house all day.
At breakfast, she could not resist giving him furtive-glances. He was wearing short, cut-off jeans that showed the outlines of his big cock and balls. Fanny was hot in the cunt, and when the meal was ended she followed Ron up to his room. "What's up, Sis?" he asked her.
"Just thinking about your cock," she said, feeling her heart jump as she took a bold chance.
Ron didn't look shocked. Instead, he smiled broadly. "Having some fun with your old brother?" he asked.
"Wish I were," she came back. "You know, we haven't played doctor in a long time, and your dick got a lot better since then."
He laughed and put his arms on her shoulders. "Look," he said, "I'll bet your snatch has improved too, but you don't hear me asking to have a look at it."
Fanny was fired up, from the events of the day before and the dreaming she'd done since. "Let's play doctor," she said boldly, undoing the snap of the shorts she was wearing. She let the pants fall to the floor, seeing Ron's eyebrows pop at the sight of her sleek white panties. She put her thumbs into the waistband and slid the underpants over her rounded hips, letting them fall to the floor in a puddle atop her shorts.
"Wow," was about all the nineteen-year-old boy could manage to say. He swallowed hard as he stared at Fanny's cunt.
"Now you," she said, the words corning out thick and hoarse.
Ron did as she asked, his eyes never leaving her triangle of pussy hair. He dropped his shorts and then his white briefs, leaving his long cock hanging semi-hard before her eyes. As she stared, the dick began to rise and was soon standing straight out, the knob red and swollen. Ron had a thick mat of dark and curly pubic hair, and his bone stuck straight out from it, the white skin a stark contrast to the dark hair. His ball sac was drawn up tight with passion, and the cock bobbed enticingly back and forth. Having seen cocksucking for the first time in her life the night before, Fanny had an urge to drop to her knees and put the thing in her mouth.
She sighed deeply, then spoke. "You've- grown up since we played this game the last time."
He laughed, then reached out and felt her large boobs through the cloth of her blouse and bra. "So have you," he said. "Something's been added."
Fanny undid her blouse and tossed it aside, then took off her bra. Her large breasts were rolling free now, and Ron's eyes were glued to them. He reached for the soft but firm tit flesh, kneaded it, hefted each heavy boob in one hand. He let a finger slide around to the nipple, caressed it, made it spring to hardness, and then worked all around the puffy aureole.
They walked over to the bed. Suddenly, Franny felt herself swept through the air as her brother lifted her and lay her on her back on the bed. She spread her legs, expecting him to get atop her and put his hard cock up her cunt. Instead, he got on his knees and bent over to place his face between her smooth thighs.
He began to kiss her inner thighs gently, nibbling his way all around the hair-covered triangle. Thrills of pleasure rose through Fanny's body, and she let her head drop back, her eyes slide shut and her mind go off into space. She could feel the soft lips and wet tongue of her brother, working their way all around the outer perimeter of her cunt.
As she lay back, Ron really went to work. He moved his searching tongue-tip into the moist jungle of pubic hair. Fanny could feel the deft flicking of the tongue, still working its way in a circular pattern about the slit of her pussy but inching ever closer. A warm sensation washed upward through her body, and she gave herself up completely to it. With her own brother, she had a trust and confidence she could never have felt with another boy. Maybe that's why she had always been a little up-tight when she made out with boyfriends.
Ron's tongue had reached the outer lips of her quiff, and he was licking a trail of cool moisture up one and then down the other. Again and again he did this, sending shivers of delight through his sister's body. She felt his gentle hands on her inner thighs, spreading her legs further and further apart. She did not resist. Instead she let him push her thighs apart till she felt the lips of her cunt pop open. She knew the sight of her gaping cunt-hole would please her brother immensely.
The tip of his tongue shifted from her outer lips to the sensitive inner ones, and Fanny felt her cunt-juice flow more copiously than ever before. She could now hear a lapping sound, as her brother's hungry tongue picked up moisture in its travels up and down the delicate inner cunt lips. Fanny had often pulled and tugged on her inner lips when she masturbated, and the pressure this applied to her clit would make her near to coming off. She'd then finish herself off with direct pressure on the clit button with the end of one finger. Now she could feel an orgasm building, as the pressure of Ron's tongue on her lips drew her cunt-flap over the clit, rubbing it pleasurably.
"O-h-h-h," she felt herself moan uncontrollably, as waves of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her helpless body. She knew that these mild waves could continue almost indefinitely, or they could be made to build to a crashing explosion of sexual pleasure. Fanny just lay back and let Ron control the action. She trusted him, and knew that he would not leave her hanging.
Ron was lapping away hard at the inner lips of his sister's cunt, pressing them down as he went, licking them dry. When the end of his tongue reached the top of one lip, he made it linger over the partially covered clit, tickling around in a circular movement, and then he continued on down the other lip. He did this again and again, pressing harder and harder, moving faster and faster. Then he spread her outer lips with his fingers, making the clit spring free and into plain view. It was like the head of a tiny cock, pink and swollen, begging to be licked and sucked and taken between the teeth for a friendly nipping.
Fanny felt her brother's teeth on her squeezing the fun button gingerly. She let out a sigh of enjoyment, signaling to him that he could do with her body what he pleased. She knew he loved her, and she was certain he would never hurt her. She felt her little clit being nipped and licked, then pressed flat with the tip of her brother's tongue. Thrills ripped through her body as she neared a peak of orgasm.
"O-h-h-h," she groaned. "Oh, Ron. Keep doing that. Keep working my clit like that."
He increased the pressure and the rhythm of his teeth and tongue on her clitoris, nearly driving her up the wall with ecstasy. She threw her arms over her head, spreading them to reach the bedposts on either side of her. Gripping tightly, she began to thrust her hips up to meet her brother's face as the sensations of orgasm coursed through her body.
She humped away like that till the pleasure subsided, then reached down with both hands and lay them on the back of his head. She was breathing heavily, eyes closed, body filled with a warm afterglow. She caressed the back of his head and his neck, as he lay with his face buried in her muff. She's never had her cunt eaten out before, and the first time had been wonderful.
As she lay enjoying the feeling, she pictured Frank Williams on his knees in his bedroom, on the cushion beneath May's bed, eating the hell out of her sopping cunt-hole. So this is what it had felt like. Fanny didn't, even know the name for what Ron had done to her, but she knew she dug it. Then she pictured in her mind what May had done to Frank. She had taken his dick right in her mouth, sucked on it, licked it, kissed all over the hard head. That was something that Fanny would never do. It seemed unclean to her, even to do it to her brother. It just didn't seem right to her, putting a guy's dingus in your mouth.
Of course, letting your brother suck you out wasn't exactly right either. The idea of it bothered Fanny for a time as she lay there. She thought about the events of the past two days. She'd been fucked by her dad, had seen her girlfriend doing all kinds of kinky things with her brother, and now Ron had licked her vagina dry. It was crazy, but one thing led to another. Her father had created a highly sexed atmosphere in the house for her, by letting her seduce him, and May had increased the charge by saying it was okay and by showing her how a brother and sister could live out their sex fantasies.
Fanny rose and propped herself up on her elbows. Ron had lifted his face away from her crotch and was smiling up at her. "Did you dig that, Sis?" he asked.
"Hell, yeah," she said, and then they both laughed.
"You sure got a hot pussy," he said, "and a sweet one too. I wish we had done this before."
"I don't know," Fanny hedged. "This kind of thing ... it's the sort of stuff I never thought people in our house would do. I mean, it felt nice enough, but you know, it's not the way people are supposed to have sex."
"Sure it is," Ron countered. "This is one of the regular ways. It turns a girl on so she's ready for a fuck. I noticed you're not exactly innocent about that."
Fanny felt herself blush. Ron had seen inside her cunt and knew that she wasn't a virgin anymore. She hoped he wouldn't ask her how she got her cherry busted, because she didn't want to lie to him. One thing was for sure. She wasn't about to tell him-or anyone else-that her father had fucked her cunt, and just the right before, too.
"Sometimes a guy isn't ready for sex, either," Ron continued, apparently trying to educate her. -The girl is ready and the guy isn't. That's another time you can use oral sex. To get the guy up. Or you can just do it for the fun of it."
"Let's not talk about that!" Fanny said, dropping back to the bed. "I think we should get a little less kinky, not more so."
Ron shrugged and moved up higher on the bed on his knees. Then he lay over his sister, supporting his upper body on his elbows. Fanny didn't even realize what he was about to do. It was only after she felt the stiff knob of his long dick poke between the lips of her cunt that she remembered how hot he had been. Now Ron was going to get off. It was okay by her. She'd already been deflowered by her dad, so what the hell if her brother humped her to get his rocks off. She knew she wasn't going to give his cock the tongue and lip routine, and she didn't want him to have to beat off to get his pleasure.
She felt his cock slide into her cunt, spreading her inner lips, filling the collapsed cavern. She felt the slapping together of their pubic flesh, as his dick penetrated her. Ron's chest flattened her big breasts, and his face came close to hers. She reached around his back and squeezed him lovingly, and then he placed a kiss on her cheek.
They hugged together, finally kissing, fully on the lips. Ron began to slide in and out of her box, the friction arousing her once more. When she masturbated, she usually fell asleep right after an orgasm, and she wondered if she could really get off big twice in such a short time. Ron was humping away on her now, banging away on her at a good clip. She liked the feeling, and she tightened her grip on his back.
"O-h-h-h good," she heard herself croon, "Keep fucking me, Ron, I like it."
He was thrusting in and out of her hot pussy at a rapid rate, his ass visible in the air over his powerful shoulder. She liked the sight of the twin hills, white and round, stabbing the air as he fucked away at her. He was bucking and jumping with a jerky motion, his thick bone ramming in and out of her slick chute. Fanny felt herself rising to another orgasm. The idea of her own brother fucking her stimulated her to a height of passion. She'd imagined what his dick looked like often enough, and now that naked dick was inside her cunt.
He was breathing coarsely now, gripping the sheet tightly with his fists on either side of her. She was digging into the flesh of his back with her long fingernails. Their cheeks were pressed together, his chest pressed her tits flatter than before, and each of them was thrusting hard. Fanny would raise up her hips to meet the downward thrust of her brother, and their bodies would slap together with a loud sound.
Her whole body was alive, tingling with the excitement of what they were doing. They fucked and fucked and fucked, and then Fanny felt herself going over the top once more.
"O-h-h-h, I'm going to come," she heard herself crying out. "Fuck me harder, Ron. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He seemed to hear her, for his pounding increased till he was thumping her wildly. He humped and bucked and whaled away at her body, his powerful muscles driving her into the bed, his thick cock tearing through her soft cunt, ripping its way past the tender walls. The strong friction thrilled her almost beyond endurance, and she felt her orgasm burst, this explosion more powerful than the last one.
"E-e-e-e," she screeched, cutting into the flesh of his back with her fingernails. "O-h-h-h," she moaned. "Do it harder. Harder! Harder!"
Ron was fucking away for all he was worth, and then Fanny felt his dick squirt inside her cunt. She could feel it! His come shot out in two or three more bursts, and he was screwing her to the bed r mercilessly. His breathing was a deep rasp now, and his loins were slamming her uncontrollably. She loved it. It was like being raped by King Kong. Before he had been gentle and considerate. Now he was a raging beast.
"Don't stop!" she cried out in her passion. "Don't stop now." He didn't. He went on fucking her, slamming into her slopping-hot cunt again and again. She had gone over the peak now and was subsiding gradually. Ron had spent his come too, and he was steadily slowing the pace of his motions. They humped at each other for a while longer, then quickly dropped off and lay breathing heavily in each other's arms.
"That was great," Fanny said, patting his back when she was again able to talk. "That was the best I've ever had."
Ron lifted his head from beside her and a weak grin came over his face. "I ... I don't know what to say. Are you okay?"
"Hell yes," she said with a big grin. "I've just been fucked all to pieces, that's all." She pinched him on the back of one shoulder.
"I guess we finally got it all together, you know? Maybe we shouldn't tell anyone. I mean Mom and Dad especially."
"I can agree to that," Fanny answered. "They're down there right now, grooving on the boob tube."
Ron seemed to sober up at the thought that their folks were downstairs. They should have waited till they were alone in the house to experiment sexually. That's how they always did it when they played doctor. Ron got up off of his sister, drawing his cock slowly out of her cunt.
Fanny gazed at it, a warm glow spreading through her at the sight. Ron's prick was long and pendulous now, swinging back and forth with the motion of his body as he got off the bed. The whole dick was slime-coated, and a big drop flipped off the end as it swung to one side like a pendulum.
She watched as he quickly stepped into his white briefs and pulled them up. He adjusted his cock and balls, then quickly finished dressing.
That was like a signal to Fanny to get up off the comfort of the bed and get dressed. Ron watched her with obvious pleasure as she put on her bra, closed the snap, then worked it around behind her and squeezed her big tits into the cups. She stepped into her panties and drew them up over her curvaceous hips. She was soon fully dressed.
The two of them went over and straightened the bed, then dropped into a couple of chairs. "Don't forget," Ron urged. "We can't let Mom and Dad know what we did. They'd go crazy, especially Mom. She might throw me out of the house. Now don't get soft and have a weak moment. Don't go telling her, out of a feeling of guilt or anything."
"I won't," Fanny said, although the idea of confiding in her mother had occurred to her. She was very close to her mother, but Ron was right. The shock might be too much for her. The very idea: her son fucking her own daughter. It was crazy, no matter what anyone said, no matter what her friend May Williams said. It was wrong. And so was fucking your father. If Fanny told her mother what she had done with Ron, she was sure it would lead to a tearful confession about fucking her Dad, too, and that was a hundred times worse.
The only thing to do was to keep her trap shut.
Chapter Four
That night, Ron went out with his friends, and their mother was visiting next door. Fanny was troubled about the day's events, and she sat brooding on the living room couch. Her father was seated in his easy chair, smoking his pipe and reading the paper.
"Penny for your thoughts," he said, waking her out of her reverie.
"That's about all I feel like I'm worth," she sighed.
"How so?" her father asked, coming over to sit by her on the sofa. Nelson Jones was a very warm-hearted man, and he had always been able to soothe Fanny's small hurts. "It can't be all that bad," he offered.
"I guess I'm just a prude," Fanny said. "I'd just about gotten over fucking you yesterday, and now I'm feeling even more down in the dumps. Tell me Dad, is oral sex all right or is there something wrong with me?"
"It's all right with me," her father laughed. "Your mother and I do it all the time."
"Mom?" she said, perking up, "You ... you suck Mom?"
"Not only that," her father said, putting an arm around her shoulder. "But she sucks me too."
Fanny shook her head. "I'd never have believed it. I saw ... I mean, I heard about two good friends of mine who do it, the whole bit, him going down on her and she doing it to him. Then ... someone suggested it to me, and I didn't even want to talk about it."
"Oral sex is a great way to go," her father assured her. "Would you like to have a go at it?"
"Me? Now?"
"Sure," her Dad said. "If you'd like, I can prove to you how much pleasure a woman gets out of cunnilingus. I'm not bad at it. Or, if you're ready to take the plunge, I wouldn't mind feeding this big cock of mine into that lovely young mouth."
Fanny shrugged. She thought about having had her cunt lapped earlier that day by her brother Ron. "I think you gave me enough pleasure yesterday," she replied. "Why don't I try my hand, or my head or whatever, at the other thing."
Nelson Jones laughed and rose from his place on the couch. "I think you'll find that you like it, Fanny. Most girls really get a charge out of feeling a prick in their mouths." He unzipped his fly and reached in for his dick. Fanny sat transfixed as her father worked his already hard cock out of his fly. She .stared at it as it bobbed before her eyes, the knob end dark pink and swollen hard. She leaned forward as her father stood with his knees pressed to the edge of the sofa, and then she brushed the head of his bone with her lips.
A sudden thrill shot through her body, making her cunt and tits tingle. She suddenly wished she were naked. The flesh at the end of her father's dork was smooth and velvety. She kissed all over the face of the knob, feeling every slight indentation and swelling with her soft lips. She discovered the pee-hole, probed it with the tip of her tongue, then went on kissing all over the hard head. She felt a warm sensation flood her body as she inched her lips over the high ridge at the top of the knob, where it joined the shaft of her father's cock.
That big, thick ridge seemed made for the pleasure of a woman, designed to stretch and rub the insides of her cunt during a fuck. The idea of that thrilled her, and the face that the cock was her father's made it even better. Here it was, the very prick that had plunged into her mother's cunt-hole, left a flood of thick, creamy semen that eventually knocked up her mother and created Fanny. This was it, her father's cock, and it was even more intimate to her as she kissed it than it had been when he had fucked her the day before.
She slid her lips over the whole large head of the dick, feeling the mushroom-shaped knob fill her mouth like a small plum. She held it there for a time, savoring it, feeling its warmth flood her mouth with pleasure. Her father's bone! The idea made her head whirl. Suddenly, this was the only cock she ever wanted. She decided in a flash that she would never fuck or suck any man besides her father. She loved him, and this was the best way of saying it.
She pushed her head towards his body, her nose moving into the bush of pubic hair. The knob of the cock began to press against the roof of her mouth, and she adjusted the angle so that it went down her throat. The immense tool stuffed her mouth and throat full, and she gasped for breath.
Her father had been right about the pleasure of cocksucking. How could it be otherwise? The feel of a hard-on in her mouth was more exciting than having it stuffed into her cunt, or having Ron fuck her either. This was the way to go-sucking a cock, sucking her father's cock. She was in a frenzy of pleasure, and she hoped he wouldn't come too soon. She didn't want his rod to go soft right away. She wanted it to stay hard as a rock and deep in her throat forever. She flashed on Linda Lovelace and suddenly the porno queen seemed like the biggest heroine in the world to her. She'd shown the world how to suck cock. If only Fanny had learned about it sooner.
Her father was now thrusting in and out of he mouth and throat, moving his loins in a gentle and rhythmical pattern. Saliva coated his cock, and Fanny let it ride back and forth in a smooth motion. She reached her hands around to his ass, covered by the coarse cloth of his pants. The twin mounds of her father's backside were firm and muscular, and it pleased her to hold them in her palms as he fucked away at her face.
"Do you want me to take it out before I come?" he asked, slowing his motion a little.
"Mm-mm," she said, shaking her head back and forth to indicate no. She wanted to feel the burst of come in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, running down her gullet. She felt a charge in her cunt at the very idea.
Nelson chuckled his pleasure, placed his hands on her cheeks and resumed his thrusting. He was humping her face pretty good now, ramming his hard bone in and out. She moved her tongue upward to feel the underside of the thing with its bulging veins, and the sensation pleased her. She became aware that his breathing was hoarse, and she knew that he would be coming before long. Already the pre-come fluid had turned the taste of his rod from salty to slightly bitter.
She gripped his ass tighter, felt his hands press more firmly on her face as his pace quickened. His dong was plunging madly into and out of her mouth now, pistoning away at her face. She tightened her lips on it, increasing the friction. Then she got an idea and tried it. She blew lightly,, puffing out her lips, hoping it "would tighten her whole mouth. It seemed to work, as the friction on her tongue and the insides of her cheeks increased measurably.
Then she felt it-a blast of hot come, hitting the roof of her mouth, scalding her with excitement. Her father was thumping wildly in her mouth now, his cock battering her, making her jaw ache.
Then she felt a second spurt, this one more powerful than the first. Hot semen filled her mouth now, lubricated the path of the rampaging bone. The come was bitter, hot and creamy and bitter, but it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.
Again Nelson Jones let loose a blast of come, the third shot the most powerful of all. It made Fanny's mouth puff out, started up the channel to her nose till she gulped hard and swallowed most of the accumulated scum. As her father shot off a couple of times more, smaller loads now, she gulped again and again and managed to get most of the bitter cream down.
Her father kept humping at her face, then slowed his pace and ground to a stop. She could hear his heavy panting, feel the moist sweatiness of his palms on her cheeks. His ass was still now, and she rested her hands on the hard cheeks. Her mind was racing. She realized that she had come during the blowjob. Her panties felt wet and there was an afterglow in her pussy. Her father had fucked her in the mouth, her own father! She was a cocksucker! She sucked a man's cock!
The ideas and images whirled in her mind. Was this how Linda Lovelace felt the first time? She had been so prudish about oral sex. Maybe she would turn out to be a porno queen too, sucking huge pink cocks on a Technicolor screen. She thought about Ron. He had wanted her to suck his cock, but she hadn't done it. Now she was sorry. She vowed to make up for it. They would be sure to get together, and she would suggest it to him. Also, she had to tell her May Williams about it. How glad May would be that she had graduated to sucking cock.
"Are you all right?" she heard her dad ask.
She nodded yes, moving her head up and down as best she could with the still-firm bone in her yap. She hoped he would leave it in so she could feel it grow limp and small inside her. She got her wish. Nelson just stood there, probably trying to regain his senses. Fanny moved her mouth a bit around the bone. The bitter taste was dissipating, and she could taste the saltiness of his flesh once more. She eased the dick part-way out of her mouth, then shoved it back again, gently frigging the softening member with her lips.
Soon the rod was limp, but it hung as long as it had been when hard. Fanny let it slide out of her mouth and droop down. Then she drew back so she could see it. Her father's pecker hung out of the fly of his pants, wet and glistening, a drop of her saliva hanging to the knob end, then quivering and dropping to the carpet.
She looked up at his face. He had a look of pleasure, of bliss and contentment. "Did I do a good job?" she asked. "It was my first time, you know."
"I'll say you did," he replied, patting her cheeks and then taking his hands away. He reached down and lifted his flaccid cock, stuffed it inside his pants and zipped up the fly. "That was just about the best head I've ever gotten in my life," he added. "Though your mother is pretty darned good at it. Also, there was this Korean girl when I was in the Army ... "
"Oh, never mind about her," Fanny said. "I'm better than any old Korean whore."
Her father laughed. "There's still a lot you could learn," he said. "Have you ever heard of a hum job?"
"What's that?"
"You take it in your mouth, and instead of blowing the way you did, you hum lightly."
She shook her head in wonder. "Well, I guess there are always things to learn. Maybe we can try that some day."
Her dad chuckled. "For now, the most important thing is to get you off. You're giving off that smell of a bitch in heat."
"Dad!"
"Well, it's true. Or would you like to just let it go at what we've done." There was a knowing twinkle in his eye.
"Whatever you say," she sighed. "What should we get into now? I don't think you're ready to fuck me yet."
"Let me show you some more lovemaking with the mouth. That girl in Seoul taught me a few tricks that a guy can use with his tongue."
Fanny rose from the sofa and disrobed. When she took off her panties she saw that the crotch was dark with moisture. Her father was watching her, still with a twinkle in his eye. She felt her juices collecting once more in her cunt. The idea of being naked in front of her father still thrilled her, even though he'd fucked the hell out of her cunt the day before. As Fanny sat back on the couch and waited for her Dad to give some instructions, he stood over her admiringly.
"Put your feet up on the couch," he suggested," and spread your legs way apart." She did that, placing her hands on her ankles and pulling them far apart. That presented her cunt to full view, wide open and leaking spunky juice.
"Like this?" she asked innocently, knowing what he was about to do. After all, her brother Ron had done just that earlier in the day. She wondered which of them could lap out the insides of a pussy better.
"Beautiful," her father came back admiringly. "Now let me get a cushion." He went over to his easy chair and lifted out the seat cushion, then came back to the sofa end dropped it to the carpeted floor. "This will do just fine," he said, sinking to the cushion on his knees.
Fanny knew what was coming next. He was going to cunt-lap her, just as Frank Williams had done to May. She wondered how her father would react if he knew she had already seen someone suck a girl's cunt.
As Fanny stared down at her father, he lowered his face to her waiting twat and began kissing and nibbling the pink cunt-lips. His technique was even better than Ron's, and she guessed he was even better than the practiced Frank. Of course, her Dad had been eating cunt for years, and that was the same advantage she felt he had in fucking. When a girl does it with her father, she does it with an experienced man.
Fanny leaned back on the couch to enjoy the ministrations of her father. He was running his tongue up and down her cunt-lips, nibbling on the clit, lapping the whole cunt with the broad width of his tongue. Fanny felt she was quickly approaching another orgasm. She let her eyes drop closed, floated in the blackness, her whole body atingle with pleasure. Suddenly, she felt a cool draft of air as if the front door had opened and then shut. Then she heard a woman's cry of horror.
"Fanny! Nelson!" The words came from across' the room.
She opened her eyes, saw her mother standing there and suddenly froze as if paralyzed. Her father jerked his head up from her cunt, and all he could do was stare with his mouth agape. Fanny's mother had returned from her visit next door.
Chapter Five
There was a scene, and then Fanny's mother Carol went off to her room. Fanny and her father sat about moping, till Ron came home and asked what the matter was. They told him and he joined them forlornly on the couch. There wasn't much conversation, till Fanny got an idea.
"Ron," she told her brother. "You have to go upstairs and seduce Mom."
"W-what?" he exclaimed.
"Just what I said," Fanny said with determination. "It's the only way to restore peace in this family. You and Dad both got your jollies on me, but Mom's not getting anything from you. Go up there and fuck and suck the hell out of her."
Ron just shrugged, but Nelson spoke up. "Maybe she's right," he said. "I've been neglecting Carol these past few days, and I've often heard her say how strong and good-looking her son had grown, and what a good bed partner he would make some girl. I think that, secretly, she was talking about herself."
Ron shrugged again, but got up from the couch and started for the stairs. "I guess it's worth a try," he said. "I'll go up there to console Mom, and if anything comes of it I'll know how to play it."
"I'd like to see how this works out," Fanny said to her father. "You'd better stay here. It's you that Mom's mad at." She followed her brother up the stairs, silently, and thought about the peekhole the Williams family in their hall closet. Too bad there wasn't a similar one in the Jones family hall. Still, she could look through the keyhole-as she had sometimes done when she was a little girl-and maybe she'd get some kind of an idea what was going on in there.
As she knelt at the closed door and peeked through the tiny spot of light, she heard voices from within. Ron was sitting on the bed consoling his mother, and his arm was around her. Fanny held her breath and peered through the hole. The next thing she saw was that Ron had kissed his mother, first on one wet, tear-stained cheek, but then on the lips.
She turned to him and they embraced, and there was more kissing than Fanny would have expected. Ron was seducing his mother! A thrill of excitement shot through Fanny, and shivers went up her spine. The very idea of it. Her own brother making love to her own mother. True, they were just hugging and kissing, but the way Ron operated, much more was bound to follow.
As Fanny watched, her hopes came true. It wasn't long before Ron was unbuttoning the front of his mother's blouse. "Don't, Ron," she seemed to be saying, as her muffled voice came through the thin door panel. "Oh, Ron."
Fanny was getting aroused now, as the fullness of her mother's bosom came into view. The white lace of her bra cups was now visible. This was exciting, like watching May and Frank Williams fucking next door. Watching was almost more fun than doing it. Fanny's cunt was hot and wet. She'd been turned on by her father's cunt-lapping, and he hadn't gotten her off again as she had anticipated. Her mother had barged in on them, but this was even more titillating to Fanny than her Dad's tongue in her cunt.
Ron had his mother's blouse completely open now, and he was massaging her breasts through her bra. Each time he pushed upward on one tit, it bulged above the top of the lacy cup, seeming even more full and voluptuous than it was. And Carol Jones had big breasts to begin with.
Ron managed to slip her blouse off over her shoulders, and then he tossed it aside. Carol was sitting there, breathing heavily, making no attempt to cover her bra-clad bosom. Ron gazed at her, then ran his hands all over her shoulders and arms, her waist and tits. He wrapped his arms about her, caressed her back and drew her to him. They hugged and kissed some more, Carol putting her cheek against her son's and closing her eyes with pleasure. She wasn't crying anymore.
Fanny watched with pleasure of her own. Her brother was apparently undoing his mother's bra strap behind her back, because he seemed to be fiddling with it. Finally, his mother drew back from him with a smile on her face. She said something Fanny couldn't hear and Ron took his hands away. Fanny thought that might be it, but her disappointment proved short-lived. Her mother reached behind her back and quickly undid her bra. As Ron stared at her chest, she removed the bra and tossed it aside.
She sat on the bed with her shoulders back, her movement just enough to make her immense breasts sway tantalizingly. Each melon was round and firm, riding high on her chest, smooth-skinned and creamy white. Fanny felt a pang of envy. Her own boobs were fine, but her mother had a more sensuous pair. Ron watched for just so long, and then he dove in. Grabbing the big teats with both hands, he pressed his face into the cleavage and rolled his head around. He was lolling in the softness and fullness of his mother's knockers, something he hadn't done since infancy. From the look of it, he was really turned on.
Carol leaned her head down and touched his, She brought her hands around to the back of his neck and caressed him. They stayed like that for some time, and then Fanny could see that Ron had worked his mouth around to his mother's nipples. He seemed to be sucking on them, just as if he were a little child again. The sight sent a tingle through Fanny's nipples. This must be one of the delights of sex with your mother, she thought, A guy can be a little infant again, sucking the nipples that nourished him as a kid.
After Ron did that for some time, he drew away and began fiddling with the zipper at the side of his mother's skirt. She helped him again, smiling and saying something to him. The whiteness and sheen of her slip came into view and then Carol lifted her butt slightly off the bed, pulled her skirt over her curvaceous hips, and then slid it down to her ankles and off.
Ron sat helplessly watching her, and Fanny could see the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He had a hell of a hard-on, and his sister wasn't surprised. Carol looked extremely sexy sitting there, naked to the waist and clad in a lovely white half-slip with a wide border of fine lace. Ron finally reached over and stretched the elastic at the waistband of the slip. He quickly slid the garment over his mother's curves as she raised her ass again to let him pull it to the floor. As soon as Ron had thrown the slip away, he reached for his mother's panty clad hips and buried his face in the satiny material just above the crotch. His mother's belly was nearly flat, but swelled just sensuously enough to make it a natural target for his kisses.
Fire raced through his sister's cunt as she watched on her knees through the keyhole. Suddenly she wished she was married and had a grown son. A son like Ron. She wished that she could be in her mother's place right now-stripped to her panties and nylons and being kissed on the belly by a handsome and hard-cocked son. The intimacy of the situation was vastly increased in her mind by the fact that it was mother and son she was watching, not just any two people.
Ron was rubbing his hands all over his mother's underpanties. He reached around and caressed her large but firm and pear-shaped backside. He kissed all over the surface of her panties, then drew his head back and reached for the waistband. His mother's hands stopped him, and Fanny could see that she was hesitant. Perhaps she thought it was wrong for a boy to see his mother's cunt. Fanny knew that his mother was as hot-pussied as she was at that moment, because the crotch of Carol's panties were wet, just like the crotch of her own.
Ron dropped his hands to his mother's thighs and concentrated his efforts there. He rubbed and kissed the soft flesh, toyed with the garters that came out from under her pants. Fanny's brother ran his fingers over the wide welts of the nylon stockings, relishing every inch. His mother undid both garters, and Ron took his cue from that. He began to roll down the nylons, as Carol lifted first one thigh and then the other from the bed.
Ron pulled the stockings down and off. Ron kissed the full length of one leg, from the leg-hole of the panties down to the tips of his mother's toes, and then he kissed all the way up again.
"I like that," Fanny heard her mother say distinctly, and she saw the older woman pat her brother on the back of the neck. Ron again took his cue from his mother. He switched to the other thigh and began licking slowly and sensuously downward. He left a trail of spittle on the smooth flesh as he licked between the digits, then sucked the big toe and began licking his way back up to her thigh. Carol laughed, and the sound of her pleasure could be heard right through the thin panel of the door that hid her daughter.
He sure is good, Fanny thought to herself, and she reflected back on the sex she had enjoyed with Ron. Ron seemed to be even more attentive to his mother. He seemed to be enjoying himself even more than he had with his sister. Fanny was younger than Carol, of course, and she thought she was more attractive. Yet, there was something about making love to his mother that seemed to be turning Ron to a regular sex maniac. Fanny's thoughts drifted to the sex bout with her father that had been interrupted earlier that evening. She realized that she'd dug her dad even more than she had dug her brother. Ron was younger and better-looking too, but there was that certain something about making it with her own father. It wasn't just how experienced and skillful he was. There was something more to it than that. It was simply that he was her father. Every girl wants to get fucked by her father, and every boy wants to stick his cock in his mother's cunt. More than ever, as Fanny watched Ron nibbling at his mother's thigh, she was sure of it.
As if the licking and kissing of her legs had deserved a reward, Carol stretched the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her curving hips. Ron perked up and stared as a tuft of pubic hair came into view. Carol drew the panties all the way down, throwing them aside. When she sat back down, legs primly together, she quickly took off her garter belt and waited, naked, for her son to come to her.
Ron kissed and nibbled all over the freshly exposed area, burying his face in his mother's pubic bush. After a time, Carol seemed to relent, to be weakened to the point of giving in to anything. She lay back on the bed, across its width and spread her legs. She drew her feet up onto the ridge of the frame, much as May Williams had done with her brother Frank, and Ron moved quickly into position.
He was still on his knees, but he had raised up Far enough to be able to get his face into his mother's muff. She had reached down and spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers, and from where Fanny knelt watching through the keyhole, she could see the hole before Ron's face suddenly obstructed the view.
Ron's head was rocking now, as he lapped away at his mother's cunt. She must have been lubricating like mad, because Fanny could see droplets of gunk flying. Carol began to moan aloud, and Fanny could hear her sighs of pleasure through the door. Fanny was almost equally aroused. She placed her hand under her skirt, wiggled a finger under the leg band of her panties and snaked it up into her moist pussy.
As she frigged away at her cunt, she watched the action in the bedroom. Carol was crying out, "My clit. My clit," and directing her son's tongue to the little love button with her finger. Ron had apparently found it, because as he sucked away, his mother threw her head back and her moans filled the hall where Fanny knelt in rapture. "O-h-h-h," Carol cried out. MO-h-h-h. Ron. Ron. Ron. I love it, Ron. I love it."
As Ron lapped her cunt, it was obvious that Carol was in the throes of an orgasm. She threw her head back and forth, and her bosom rose and fell violently. Fanny could see that her mother's nipples were standing tall and hard on her big tits, and a pink flush came over her chest. A thrill of orgasm shot through Fanny as she hit her own love button, and the sight of her brother cunt-lapping her mother to orgasm put her over the top.
"M-m-m-m," she sighed softly to herself, as her eyes dropped closed for a few seconds and she grooved on the feelings that coursed through her body, from her cunt to her tits, sweeping her up in a torrent of sexual pleasure.
After a time she opened her eyes once more and stared through the keyhole again. She saw that Ron was standing now, lowering his pants. Carol lay back on the bed. She seemed to be in another world. Her nipples had returned to their normal state.
Ron was now naked, and his cock stood hard and rigid. As Fanny watched, her brother moved between her mother's legs, leaned over the bed and inserted his cock in her cunt. He nudged the hard knob between the pink lips of her quim, then set his hands on the bed on either side of her body and eased downward. As Ron lowered his body, his huge tool burrowed into his mother's vagina.
Fanny grinned at the sight. Ron had done it. He was fucking his mother. Suddenly she realized that everything would be all right in the Jones household once more. It had all happened in a storm of passion during the last few days. First her father had fucked her, and then she had seduced her brother. Now Ron was shoving his dick into their mother's cunt. It was all too fantastic to believe.
As the girl watched, Ron began to hump in and out of his mother's slot. His bare ass was in the air, white and hairy, jabbing with the motion of his powerful fuck. Fanny watched for some time, wishing she could be in the room. She heard her mother crying out, "Oh, Ron! Fuck me harder, Son. Ohhhhh. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. I love it, Ron."
Fanny decided her father should see this, so she got up off her knees and hurried down to the living room. Her dad still sat slumped on the couch, sad and forlorn. He didn't even raise his eyes as she entered the room.
"Dad," she said excitedly. "Hurry up to the bedroom. You have to see this. Ron is fucking Mom."
"W-what?!"
"It's true. C'mon up and see for yourself. Everything's okay now."
Nelson jumped up off the couch and patted his daughter on the arm as he ran past. Soon he was kneeling at the closed door to his bedroom. He peered inside, and then gave a start. He watched for a few seconds, and then he rose and opened the door quietly.
Anxiously, Fanny peered over his shoulder as he took a tentative and silent step into the room. She saw that Ron was fucking the hell out of his mother, humping up and down, his ass stabbing the air madly now. The couple was oblivious to the intruders.
Fanny and her father stood there watching. Ron was doing a great job on his mother. He was pounding her wildly, and as Fanny moved slightly to one side to get a better view, she saw Ron's big cock ramming in and out of her mother's cunt. The young stud was in a fever pitch now, rutting away at his mother. His cock was gorged with his blood, thickened to the size of a salami, spreading the pussy to its widest and whaling m and out of it with tremendous power.
Neither Fanny nor her father moved now, as the young man pounded and pounded into Carol's cunt. Dribbles of her fluid came out each time he withdrew. The bed was wet beneath the spot where cock entered cunt, and the smell of rutting filled the air. Carol's cries were rising again, and soon they filled the air as well.
"Oh-h-h," she groaned as she dug her fingernails into her son's back. "Ahhh. Ohhh. Ooooooo." She was reaching another orgasmic peak, and suddenly she threw her legs in the air and wrapped them around Ron's back. "Harder," she yelled. "Fuck me harder. I'm going to come. Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Ron did as he was told, reaming his thick bone in and out of his mother's sopping and steaming cunt as hard and as fast as he could. He pistoned away, banging her furiously, his pubic flesh slapping loudly against hers, his coarse breathing drowning out her moans, his back glistening with sweat.
"Fuck her, Ron," Nelson said in a low voice, as if proud of his boy's achievements, as if quietly rooting him on. "Fuck her. Keep fucking her like that," he added. "She's going to come."
Sure enough, it was plain that Carol was again in the throes of an orgasm. Her shriek tore from her lips, shattering the room with its shrill power. She was humping her whole body up to meet the downward thrusts of her son, and the two of them were like a couple of animals, thrusting and pounding wildly, uncontrollably.
Suddenly Ron began to come. Fanny could hear his breathing become a rasp, and his body motion become a series of jerking spasms. Each time he raised his ass high in the air, she saw an ooze of creamy spunk stream out of her mother's cunt and ripple down her skin to the sheet. Ron slammed his cock down her gaping pussy several times more, pumping out additional slimy ooze.
It was like watching a reciprocating pump, as the thick tool reamed the chute, withdrawing fluid on each upstroke, applying pressure on each downward plunge. Fanny felt the tickling feeling return to her clit at the erotic sight. Ron's balls were tight up to the root of his bone, giving her a clear view of his massive hard-on as it rammed in and out of the cunt.
Finally, Ron seemed to collapse over his Mother, and the two of them lay in each other's arms, panting and gasping for breath. Carol let her legs slide limply to the bed. Her grip on his back loosened also, and when she took her hands away, Fanny saw dark red marks where she had gripped his flesh for dear life. Carol began to stroke her son's broad and sweating back, the gentle caresses of a mother.
"That was a hell of a fuck," she said, after a time had gone by.
"As good as Dad?" Ron asked, raising his head from its resting place on the bed beside hers.
"Maybe," his mother said, laughing. "You have a lot of things to learn, though."
"And you're just the one to teach him," Nelson said, speaking up now for everyone to hear. Ron jerked his head up. Carol raised her head and her mouth fell open. "Why not?" Nelson added. "You're great in the hay, Carol, and who's better qualified and more interested to teach our son the intricacies of sex?"
"And you can teach Fanny, I suppose," Carol said, her head falling back to the bed.
"Why not?" Nelson said, putting his arm around his daughter. "Just like Wellington did for May."
"Wellington, ha!" Carol said. "So that's who put you up to eating out Fanny's cunt. I'm not surprised. The way Wellington always talked. I thought he was just hot air, but now I know."
Ron struggled up off his mother and stood there sheepishly. Carol rose, her cunt dripping scum, her pubic hair dotted with the stuff, and her large breasts swaying. She fetched her bra and began to dress, signaling the embarrassed Ron to do the same.
Before long, the whole family was dressed and sitting about the living room. Fanny figured it would be a mistake to go next door to see May. Everybody would know she was reporting on what had taken place. Tomorrow was Sunday, and that would be soon enough.
Chapter Six
It was a very interested May Williams who sat on her bed and listened to Fanny's account of the Jones family sex life. Fanny had hardly been able to contain herself till the following day, and she had spilled out all the details in a rush of words. When May finally got to speak, she said she thought the Jones family was off to a good start.
"A good start?!" exclaimed Fanny. "What more is there to do?"
"Anything and everything," laughed May. "Fucking and sucking is just the start. My brother Frank is in mother's room right now with his cock up her ass."
"No!" gasped Fanny. "Say, is there a peekhole into that bedroom too?"
"Yes," said May with a grin, "but you don't have to use it. Why don't you just walk in and join them? I'm going into Dad's room for some Sunday morning fun, and you don't want to sit here and diddle yourself."
"Just walk in?" The idea appealed to Fanny. A night's sleep had recharged her battery, and she could go for some sex. Besides, a picture of May's brother Frank flashed into her mind. She recalled seeing him in the nude through the peekhole, fucking the hell out of May.
"You might get some ideas to suggest to your family," May said, patting Fanny's arm and popping off the bed. "I'm going in with Dad now. Let me show you Mom's room."
Fanny pushed the door open tentatively and called out in a bold voice that hid her nervousness. "Hello! It's Fanny Jones. Can I join you?"
"Sure!" came the voice of May's mother. Sue. "C'mon in, Fanny."
Fanny pushed the door the rest of the way open, and the sight that met her eyes sent a shiver up her spine. Sue Williams was naked, standing off to one side of the bed, bent over at the waist and grabbing both her ankles with her hands. Frank was standing behind her, also naked, his dick shoved between the cheeks of her ass. Fanny stood at the door, transfixed.
"Ever get it in the ass?" Frank asked Fanny. She shook her head numbly.
"It's great," Sue replied. "I've got a well stretched shit-chute, but you get that in time. Frank could do it to you when he's done with me. A little Vaseline up your asshole will make the first time easy. Watch how we do it."
Fanny didn't need a second invitation. She was aroused by the sight of the naked lad, the glimpse she got of his pubic bush and about half an inch of his thick cock behind the smooth round buttocks of his mother. She stepped over to where the couple stood, staring down at the meeting of cock and ass. She could feel her cunt tingling, growing moist in her panties.
Sue dropped her head to concentrate and stuck her butt a bit more prominently into the air. That was a signal for her son, who took her around the waist with his big hands and began to hump steadily in her ass. Fanny saw more of his dick as it came out, then watched as the whole rod disappeared between the full cheeks of Sue's ass.
"M-m-m-m." Sue let out a soft moan as the rate of her son's stroking increased.
Frank was sweating and his brow was furrowed with concentration and effort. He stroked smoothly, in and out of her butt-hole, reaming away easily and proficiently. His lubricated cock made a squishing sound as it snaked in and out of her rectum. And the musky smell of the intermingled sweat of two rutting people filled the air and Fanny's nostrils.
Sue let out a long groan, as if she were rising towards a come. Frank's fingers moved downward from her waist, to her cunt. As he fucked away in her asshole, he began to tug at the lips of her pussy. This made his mother groan louder. He was slamming his loins against her fleshy behind, plumbing the depths of her asshole with his dick, and masturbating her cunt at the same time.
"I'm getting there," Fanny heard Sue utter in a raspy voice. "Keep doing that. Oh, my ass. My cunt Ohhhhhhh!"
As if inspired by his mother's urging, Frank beg m to rub the lips of her cunt harder. He was turning her on wildly with the double action. His right forefinger found the button of her desire, and he began to massage the little clit in a circular notion. She let out a shrill cry, then began breathing hoarsely.
Fanny could see beads of sweat on her back, glistening in the light as she bent over, grabbing her finely turned ankles. Frank was riding in and out of her asshole with a steady and relaxed pace now, holding her near orgasm, stimulating her cunt with his expert fingers. The sight sent spams of pleasure through Fanny's body, and she wished she were the one getting the ass humping from Frank Williams.
"O-h-h-h," moaned Frank's mother. "I love that. Keep doing that. Make me come when you're ready."
Frank stroked for several minutes more, bringing her very close to orgasm several times, then letting her slide off. Fanny knew that really built a woman up to an explosive climax. The more times she was elevated to near orgasm, then allowed to drop off, the more powerful the orgasm was when it came. Sweat was pouring off Sue's brow, dripping to the floor to dampen the carpet, and the fluid from her cunt was dripping between her legs, making a stain of spreading darkness that Fanny could see.
Suddenly her mother arched her back, throwing her head back in such a way that she tossed her hair like a mare's mane. At the same time an uncontrollable screech of pleasure ripped from her lips. She had gone past the stage of holding back her climax, and at that signal Frank suddenly reamed her ass frantically. His ass was vibrating in the air as his cock pistoned within his mother's shit-hole and his fingers vibrated on her clit.
"I'm c-o-o-o-o-ming!" Fanny heard Sue bellow, as she continued to jerk her head and toss her hair. Frank was like a machine now, an ass-humping machine, banging furiously into his mother's rear end. "O-h-h-h-h!" Sue groaned, her voice a hoarse gurgle as she exploded over the top. Then her head fell and hung limply.
She was like that for some time, regaining her breath, and then she looked over her shoulder and spoke to Frank. "Did you come?" she asked.
"Naw," he said, holding her fondly by the waist once again, "I want to be ready for some more fun. Maybe Fanny wants to get into the act."
"Why not?" Fanny piped up. She was hot for Frank's cock, and was thinking that a fuck in the ass might not be a bad idea. She was a virgin up the shit-chute.
"How was your orgasm?" Frank asked his mother.
"Great," she said, then reached back and pinched one of his hairy legs. "You know I always come like crazy when you shove that big whang up my bottom. I'm crazy about that, you big lug. Even Wellington doesn't ream an ass as well as you do."
Frank laughed along with his mother, then slid his half-erect organ out of her butt-hole. Fanny moved over to get a better look at it. Frank's dork was immense, even half-erect. As Frank gave his mother a friendly swat on the ass and moved away from her, his motion made his semi-erect cock waver back and forth as well as up and down. The motion had a hypnotic effect on Fanny. She was crazy about Frank's cock. It was huge and thick, and covered with lubricant it glistened like a wet animal.
"Would you like to get in on the fun?" he Fanny. "Just toss your clothes on the bed."
Fanny didn't need a second invitation. She quickly stripped to her bra and panties, gave Sue a quick glance-Frank's mother was gazing on approvingly-and then stepped out of her panties and flung away the bra. She was bare-ass naked now, her big breasts swaying like Frank's half-hard bone.
"Whew!" Sue whistled in admiration. "You've got a pair of knockers like your mother. No wonder Frank has the hots for you."
Fanny smiled and stepped over to the waiting stud. She noticed that his dick got harder as she did so, rising from its half-mast position and thickening. "What shall we do, Frank?" she asked.
"You really outha to try ass-fucking," he suggested. "You see how it turns Mother on. There's nothing to it once you get your asshole stretched out a bit."
"I don't know if I can," Fanny said seriously. "You've got such a big prick. It's all I can do to get a dick in my pussy."
"Let's try," Frank smiled, taking her by the hand.
"Do I just bend over like Sue?" Fanny asked.
"The first time," Frank said, "I think it might be easier if you got down on your hands and knees on the carpet. You might get dizzy if you try it standing."
Fanny shrugged saw Sue step over with a jar of Vaseline. Frank stepped over Fanny's back, straddling her with his legs and facing her rear, and then he bent down and spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands. Sue had stepped around behind her, and now she knelt and undid the top of the jar.
"What an ass!" Frank said. "Beautiful, creamy cheeks. I love it."
Fanny felt a - nice warmth spread through her body at the feel of the boy's hands OH her asscheek. Then she felt a Vaseline-coated finger worming its way up her tube. The lubrication felt cooling and pleasant, and she hoped it would do the job in greasing her channel for Frank's big rod.
"Okay now," she heard Sue say, and Frank let her ass-cheeks slap shut. Then he came around behind her, knelt and pulled them apart again. It wasn't long before Fanny felt the solid and blunt head of his cock set itself against her asshole. She had a feeling he wasn't going to be able to get all the way in. His prick was just too big.
"Relax," she heard Frank say. "Let your sphincter muscle go, just like you were taking a nice shit."
She did, and she felt the hard knob begin to force its way through the ring-like muscle. She was concentrating hard, trying to relax. The lubrication was working, because she soon felt the whole mushroom-shaped cockhead poke into her tube. The head was in, and the rest could surely follow.
"That's it," she heard Frank say. "That's it, Fanny. Just let yourself go. Close your eyes and relax, just like going to sleep."
She did as he suggested, letting her eyelids droop shut, letting herself drift off. She was aware now only of the sensations of pleasure in her rear end. The knob-end of Frank's big rod was plowing slowly but surely up her asshole, sliding in like a big lump of shit in reverse. It was a heavenly feeling, and soon she was aware of the whole thick bone following behind, spreading her to the utmost, filling her with a thrilling sensation.
"Just a little more," Frank crooned from behind her, "just a little more."
Fanny felt a chill go through her cunt. Her nipples were tingling with delight. Her whole body was coming alive from the filling feeling up her ass. She could hardly wait for him to get his cock all the way in, just so he could pull it out and shove it back in harder. She wanted him to start thrusting. She wanted to feel the powerful banging in and out of her ass.
"It's almost in," Frank said. "Almost."
Fanny relaxed her sphincter as if dumping a load, and she felt the huge cock gain the last couple of inches. It was all the way up her shit-chute now, and Frank was leaning over her back, gripping her around the waist with his powerful hands. She felt him brush the back of her neck with a kiss, then heard him speak.
"You okay, Fanny?"
"Sure," she replied. "It feels great up my ass. When are you going to start thumping me, the way you were doing your mother?"
He laughed, and she felt him adjust his position to begin the pistoning. Fanny set her hands a little bit farther apart on the carpet, spread her knees a little to give herself more stability. Frank was already withdrawing his long cock from her ass, and it was like a balloon being deflated as her tube collapsed in its wake.
Then she felt his rod begin the return trip, ramming its thick head back up her asshole. She stared down at the carpet as Frank Williams began the rhythmic stroking of her ass that she had seen him do to his mother. In and out of the chute his mighty weapon drove, sliding on Vaseline. Frank was increasing his speed and the force of his ass-humping, and once or twice as he brought his cock out fast Fanny heard a loud sound like the breaking of wind.
"Have you been eating beans?" she beard Frank's mother joke.
"I'm not farting," she came back.
Frank laughed. "That's the sound of a good, fast ass-fuck," he said. "Let's see if I can make it again." He rammed in and out with renewed speed, and a couple of times he ripped out a stream of air that resounded like another fart. They all laughed, but as the reaming started to turn Fanny on, the joking came to an end.
Her cunt was getting hot now, and she wanted Frank's fingers in there. "Frig my cunt!" she yelled out, surprised by the urgency in her voice. "Oh! I need a finger on my clit."
Frank obliged, reaching down and working his hand into her twat. As he humped away on her ass, he felt around her pussy, finally finding the little love button. He massaged the clit with the tip of one finger, round and round, speeding it up as he fucked her faster in the ass.
Fanny threw her head back in ecstasy. She was rising quickly towards a climax, certain she would come in a few more seconds. She didn't want Frank to come too soon. She didn't want to be left hanging. "Keep fucking me," she said. "Keep frigging my clit. Ohhh. Don't stop now, Frank. I'm going to come. Any minute now. Ohhhh, I'm going to come."
Frank kept up the steady pressure on asshole and cunt. He had an educated finger and an even better educated cock. Fanny shut her eyes tight and spun off into a world of pure pleasure. She was floating amongst the stars, and then they suddenly burst for her in a thousand colored lights. "I'm coming!" she heard a voice call out in the night, unaware that it was her own. Pleasure filled every pore of her body, and the screams of ecstasy she now heard seemed to be coming from some other girl at a great distance.
Only gradually did the pleasure subside, and then she was aware of the humping in her ass once more. Frank's rod was hot now, and there was a new dose of slimy lubrication up her shit-chute. She realized that he was coming, and she could hear his hoarse breathing. His hands gripped her around the waist again, more tightly than before, and he fucked her ass at a mad clip. She could smell the odor of his passion, a sharp and pungent smell that filled her nostrils. She liked it, and if she hadn't just come she knew it would have fired her again.
Frank was slowing now, his cock sliding in and out of Fanny's asshole more from momentum than from any continuing urge. Then he came to a fairly quick halt and hung over her back, panting for air. Fanny and Frank stayed in that position for some time, till finally she felt him lean over her back again and place a kiss on her cheek.
"Did you dig that?" he asked fondly.
"I'll say," Fanny replied. "You sure know how to use that big tool of yours, Frank."
He laughed and began to pull it out of her ass. As he did so, she glanced over her shoulder, saw the prick come out slimy and limp. When it was all the way out, it hung straight down, and his pubic bush was matted with come. Fanny got up shakily, noticing that there were come-juice stains all over the carpet.
"Don't worry about that," She said. Apparently she'd been watching the whole thing from a vantage point on the bed, where she now sat naked and calm. "This carpet has seen a lot of come spots in its day."
"And I hope it gets to see a lot more," Frank added, giving his dick a shake that knocked off a droplet of spunk. "I'd hate to think what life would be like without a mother to fuck."
Fanny felt a little self-conscious, but she made no move for her clothing. Frank had sat down beside his mother on the bed and put his arm around her, so Fanny sat next to her on the other side. She crossed her legs demurely. "You're a handsome guy," Fanny said to Frank. "You should be able to get lots of groovy girls."
"I can," he came back, "and I do, too. But there's no cunt like the one you originally came from. There's no fucking that's the equal of fucking your mom. I'm pretty sure of it."
"Well," Fanny said, "I guess you should know. Don't you ever think ... you know, that it's wrong. To fuck your own mother and everything."
"How can it be wrong?" Sue laughed. "Every guy wants to do it. And every girl wants to get fucked by her dad. You know that's true. So that makes it right, doesn't it?"
"I guess so," Fanny shrugged. "I guess it's okay if no one minds. Who was it that said, 'It's right if it feels good?'"
"I don't know," Frank said. "But I agree with the mother-fucker."
Fanny laughed and got up. "I wonder what May is up to. It's been awfully quiet in your father's room."
Chapter Seven
At the urging of Frank and Susan Williams, Fanny tiptoed from the bedroom, out into the hall and down to the room they had pointed out to her. The door had been left ajar, and she pushed it silently open. The vision that met her eyes startled her. Wellington Williams, the debonair father of her friend May, his hair with its touches of gray at the was temples always so neat and standing naked in the center of the room.
His daughter was on her knees, naked as he, sucking the hell out of his cock.
Fanny's mouth fell open as she watched, and her first impulse was to run for the door. However, the strangely erotic atmosphere that pervaded the Williams household helped make it seem perfectly natural to stand in someone's bedroom and watch him get his dick blown by his daughter. Fanny was numb as she stood staring at the long, white cock.
It was sticking straight out from beneath Wellington's flat stomach, and it was disappearing between May's lips in a slow, sensuous way, then reappearing at the same pace. The girl was moving her head as if on a rail, sliding towards her father, taking his whole prick in her mouth and throat, then sliding back to bare the fleshy rod to the air.
The older man was oblivious to Fanny's presence in the room. Indeed, he was probably oblivious to everything except the lovely face that was riding back and forth along his bone. He stared down with a sly smile on his face, his eyes somewhat glassy.
May's breasts hung slightly away from her chest as she leaned towards her dad. The globes were big and round, firm and flawless, and they quivered ever so slightly with her motion. Fanny could see that her friend's nipples were hard and pink, extended with sexual excitement. May's naked ass bobbed in the air as she completed a forward stroke, the matched mounds of white ass-flesh, pear-shaped and lovely.
Fanny realized that she was naked, too. She glanced down at her body, the big breasts jiggling and the nipples quickly growing as rigid as May's. Peeking further down her body, she could see her pubic bush, the droplets of her come-juice now hardened to dark dots. She turned quickly about, expecting to see May's brother and mother on either side of her. To her surprise, neither was present. They had left her alone to be a spectator as May Williams sucked her father's cock, and maybe also to become involved with the twosome. What they were doing back in the room she had just left, Fanny could only imagine.
Her attention turned back to the couple before her. May had let the cock come out of her mouth, and was sitting back on her haunches to admire it. The stiff rod was wavering before her eyes, the knob swollen and pink, the shaft a milky white. Wellington's balls were tightly drawn up beneath his root, and his sex organs seemed like a machine ready to explode into ferocious action. Fanny loved the sight of it.
Suddenly, she caught the eye of the old guy. He turned to her with a big smile on his face. "How did things go with you three?" he asked.
"Oh," Fanny managed to say with a shrug. "Just fine." She took a deep swallow. "We ... we had a pretty good time, I guess."
The senior Williams chuckled. "That wife of mine is a hot one. Did Frank fuck you?"
"In the ass."
"Ha-ha. I wish I could have been there to see it," Wellington said. "With that big shlong of his he must have stretched your behind a good bit. Was he gentle?"
"Oh sure," Fanny came back, wondering if the powerful ass-reaming she'd just gotten qualified as gentle. "I really dug it," she added truthfully.
Wellington Williams turned back towards May. "Did you hear that?" he asked. "You've got a lot to prove now. You don't want Fanny to go back home thinking you're the only member of the family who's not into the sex in a big way. You have to uphold the family standard."
"You're doing a pretty good job of that," May laughed, gesturing towards the huge hard cock that wavered before her eyes. "Give me a chance to breathe a little and I'll show Fanny how to lower a man to half-mast.
Now it was Wellington's turn to laugh, as he suggested Fanny find a comfortable place to sit. "The way May does it," he grinned, "It can be a full-length show."
Fanny accepted his suggestion and strode over to an easy chair that faced the bed. May was on her knees in the middle of the room, directly between chair and bed. Fanny liked the idea of resting her cock-battered body and just watching for a time. Her seat was more comfortable than the cramped hall closet where she had watched May sucking and fucking with her brother Frank.
It's like going to a porno movie, she thought to herself, except the action is live. She's once heard that live lewd shows used to be put on for paying guests in an old-time whorehouses, and she had fantasized watching one while she played with her clit in bed at night. Now she was actually seeing such a show, watching from the comfort of an easy chair.
May swung back into action, as if the presence of Fanny was a challenge. She seemed anxious to show how well she could suck a cock. She twisted around to the side of the hard shaft and took it between her lips from that angle. Then she slid her mouth all the way out to the knob at the end and back to the root.
A cold thrill crept through Fanny's body, and she could smell the hot odor of sex. Her cunt tingled as she sat there, crosslegged, hands nervously tweaking her own excited tits. May was picking up speed, riding quickly back and forth along the stiff cock. She got to the swollen end, and then quickly swung her lips around the head to the side nearest Fanny and continued on to the base of the dick.
She came all the way back and around, leaving a fresh trail of spittle as she went, licking both sides of the dick now, from one end to the other, from root to head and back to root again. It was a virtuoso display of sucking cock, and May's father seemed to be as enchanted with it as Fanny was. The glassy look had come back into his eye gad he was crooning softly under his breath, moaning with pleasure.
May did that for some time, then ducked her face under the bobbing cock and began kissing her father's hairy balls. She kissed, licked and nibbled all over the wrinkled skin of the ball sac. Then she took a ball in her mouth, rolled it between her lips, and sucked on it. Her father spread his legs far apart and flexed his knees to let his daughter get her head under the balls and to lower them into her mouth.
The girl slowly pulled her lips off Ms ball, the thick skin now shining with her spit, and then she went to the other ball and gave it the same treatment. After drawing her mouth off it, she stretched her lips wide, opened her mouth and engulfed the whole ball-filled sac. She munched on it for a while, the balls poking out her cheek on the side Fanny could see. May was gasping for air through her nose, for the balls totally filled her mouth and prevented air from getting in.
Fanny leaned to one side in the chair to get a better look. She could hear the fast breathing of the old man, as his jaw went slack and he took in air like mad. His eyes had now gone completely blank, and a heavy odor of human sweat and musk filled the air. The sucking of his balls was exciting him to a fever pitch, and he seemed to be straining to keep from coming off. In time, May eased off on her mouth work, letting the balls out and returning to mild kissing of the sac skin.
Wellington's breathing returned to normal, and his eyes regained some of their own life. Apparently, Fanny figured, he and May have some kind of arrangement worked out where she will bring him up to a high pitch of excitement and then let him trail off, thus prolonging the sensations of sex. It was the way Frank had been doing it to his mother when he was fucking her up the ass.
Fanny was impressed. The way the Williams family thought together and worked together in sex appealed to her. Each one seemed to know what the other was thinking. They were a really close-knit family group. She liked that. It was one of the advantages of family sex. Everyone really knew everyone else, his likes and dislikes, the pacing of his orgasms, his preferences in small matters that make sex worth having.
By now, May was no longer working on her dad's balls. She had returned to the shaft of his cock, had kissed along its length, and then had placed a light, friendly kiss on the hard head. She was sitting back on her haunches again, resting and admiring her work. His dick was slightly sagging and Wellington Williams drew a respite from the temporary cessation of the action.
May turned to Fanny and spoke. "Would you like to try sucking father's cock for awhile?"
A chill shot through Fanny Jones. Suck Wellington Williams' cock?! The very idea thrilled her. She had always admired old Wellington at a distance. He was a bit older than her dad, very successful in his business. His distinguished looks had always made him seem unapproachable to the girl, and she had gotten peculiar thrills out of picturing him when she beat off at night.
She felt herself rise in her chair, a lump in her throat preventing her from answering May's question. She swallowed hard, managed to nod in affirmation. She found herself standing in front of the older guy, as May moved aside on her knees, and then Fanny found herself dropping to her knees at his feet. His hard cock was staring her in the face, firm and quivering, beckoning to her with the puckered piss-hole.
Her hands came forward automatically, found the naked flanks of the older man. The touch of his smooth flesh to her fingertips electrified her, and the odor of his rut was now strong in her nose. The hard head of his long bone wavered hypnotically, begging to be taken into her mouth. The inside of her mouth had gone dry, and Fanny could hear her pulse pounding in her eardrums.
This was it. She was actually going to suck the cock of her best friend's father.
She leaned forward, moved her lips toward the blunt-headed dork. Suddenly, the velvet skin of the knob brushed the moist flesh of her lips, and a tingle flashed through Fanny. Her nervousness disappeared, replaced by raw desire. She wanted to feel that big bone sliding down her throat, wanted to suck on the hard head as if it were a lollipop and she were a little child. She wanted to take his balls into her mouth the way May had done.
Fanny wanted to please Wellington Williams, Too. She had a sudden vision of her own father, realizing that this man was a father image to her. She didn't mind that. Her intent was pleasing him and enjoying it herself.
She let her lips slide over the swollen cockhead, taking the whole thing inside her mouth. The dry ness had left her mouth, and there was now plenty of saliva to coat the thick mushroom that bloomed at the end of the hard shaft. She munched on it, savoring its fullness, its firmness. She licked the sensitive underside with just the tip of her tongue, then moved her head forward and back, letting her tongue make friction with the bottom of the cock-knub.
She sucked away on it like that for some time, letting it plunge a little deeper in her mouth with each passing minute. Finally, the flat front of his cockhead was battering the back of her throat, and the whole thick shaft was filling her mouth. She tasted a little bitterness, the small droplets of clear fluid that cleanse the prick of piss long before the hard hot bursts of creamy come. The idea of the fluid in her mouth pleased her, aroused her, and she pumped her whole face hard on his strong dick.
"Wow," she heard May say off to her side. "The girl learns fast. She's really vacuuming your rod, Dad."
"I like it. I like it," the older guy said, caressing Fanny's arms and shoulders, then letting his hands roam to the back of her neck and head. "Keep doing it just like that. Not too hard. No harder. I don't want to come too soon."
Fanny relaxed all her muscles and rode the cock with a steady rhythm. She loved the feel of it on her lips, the insides of her cheeks, her tongue and the back of her throat each time it struck home. The taste had gone salty now, the bitterness had been swallowed, and Fanny was like a child on an all-day sucker. She could understand why May had fallen in love with her father's dick. It was such a fantastic thing to suck.
After awhile she needed a rest. Her jaw was beginning to ache from the strain, and she was getting a stiff neck. She pulled all the way off the big bone, saw it spring upward as it left her mouth to bob and wave in the air. There was a lot of spit on it, and a big drop dangled at the end and then fell to the carpeted floor.
"Is she as good as me, Dad?" May asked her father.
"I can't decide," the old fellow smiled. "I like the way each of you does it. Why don't you have a contest to see which of you can make me come first?"
"Good idea," May said brightly, moving over in front of her father and moving Fanny away. "Well each such your dick for three minutes, and the one who makes you come wins."
"Is that okay with you?" Wellington Williams asked Fanny.
"Sure," she came back.
"I'll time you," Wellington said, glancing over to a clock. "Three minutes. The one who wins gets the grand prize."
"What's that?" May asked, taking her father's prick in her hands.
"Why, a couple of ounces of cream," Wellington said, a mischievous expression on his face and his eyebrows arched. "You know how much you love cream, May darling."
The girls both laughed, and May rolled her father's cock between the palms of her hands as if trying to warm it. Then she put the knob between her lips and began to make a gurgling sound. Spittle soon appeared, and small bubbles, as the girl blew gently while sucking the head. Wellington's eyes glassed over and he began a heavy breathing. Fanny hoped he'd be able to see the clock when the three minutes were up ... if he held off his come that long. May was doing a great job on the end of his prick, trying to get him to come right away.
She began pumping, thrusting the dick in and out of her mouth, not all the way, but just enough to concentrate on the sensitive end. Faster and faster May sucked the end of her dad's cock, till finally her mouth was vibrating on it. Fanny glanced at the clock. More than two minutes had already gone by. She looked at Wellington's face. He was off in his own world, unaware of time or anything else besides his daughter's mouth.
May was jerking her head in a fast rhythm, sucking away on the joint. She seemed to be holding her breath now, intent on the cock-head in between her lips. Her lips were tightly pursed on it, increasing the friction. Fanny saw that the second hand of the clock was sweeping towards three minutes. Her heart was beating loudly. It was a race between May's lips and the clock. The clock won, as the second hand swept past the hour.
"Three minutes!" Fanny called out. May kept sucking, although Wellington seemed to be brought out of his reverie by Fanny's yell. He looked down at May, his concentration gone. "That's it," he said, patting her on the back of the head. "Your time is up."
May stopped her motion and looked up at her father. Clearly, she was reluctant to give up the cock. Fanny guessed that, even if there had not been a contest, she would have been unhappy about not getting her dad to come. May pulled her wet mouth off the dick and stood up. "It's your turn, she said to Fanny, "but I got him almost there for you."
"Oh yeah," Fanny came back. "Look at that." She was pointing to Wellington's dick, now drooped to half-mast.
Fanny got down on her knees and started to roll the cock between her hands the way May had done. Mr. Williams spoke. "Wait till the second hand comes around to twelve. Then put it in your mouth and see how you do. You've got three minutes, Fanny."
A few seconds later, he gave her the go. Fanny had been planning what to do. She'd decided to concentrate on just the underside of the head, tickling it with the tip of her tongue, massaging it more and more strongly. Her father had told her that the underside of the head was the trigger to orgasm, just like a girl's clit.
Now she had the cock in her mouth and she was going to work on it. Her tongue-tip was barely touching the sensitive flesh, just caressing it. Her hands snaked around behind Mr. Williams and were rubbing his ass cheeks. She felt his cock thicken in her mouth as he became more aroused. This inspired her, and she increased the pressure on the lower portion of the cock-head. She licked and licked away, using an increasingly greater portion of her tongue. There was a delicious friction between the rough upper surface of her tongue and the smooth velvet of the dick-knob.
"O-h-h-h-h," Wellington moaned above her. The sucking was getting to him.
Fanny glanced up. She could see that the man's eyes had dropped shut, and his jaw was hanging slack. She knew he was on his way. She couldn't see the clock, but she knew she had used up about half her time. More pressure is what she needed. Without missing a beat, she let the dick slip far enough out of her mouth to purse the head between her lips. She tightened the lips down as hard as she could and jerked her head back and forth to provide strong friction on the glans.
"Oo-oo-oo," cooed the man, as the keener sensations of this new technique got to him.
Fanny felt a surge of confidence. She was sure he couldn't contain his orgasm much longer. She was stroking his ass with the tips of her fingers, running her lips back and forth the short distance over the head of his cock. She felt his body spasm, and then she tasted come. His first blast of come shot out and hit the back of her mouth.
Fanny jumped her mouth off his cock, wanted May to see her father's come-blasts.
Fanny took his big cock in her hand, the head between two fingers, and continued to pleasure it. Wellington had thrown his head back and was moaning in ecstasy, raspy sounds coming from his throat amidst heavy breathing. His second come blast leapt from the piss-hole of his cock and hit Fanny in the mouth, dripping down her upper lip to her teeth and then down to her lower lip.
"I win!" she said triumphantly, come dribbling down her chin.
She continued to frig his cock, which was now standing out at an angle, like a flagpole, and throbbing. The third blast of come shot out and hit her on the forehead, then ran down between her eyes to the bridge of her nose. It curled to one side, ran down in a rivulet beside her nose, resting above one nostril.
Wellington went on shooting his load. He had a lot of jism in his balls. Fourth and fifth blasts of hot spunk flew from his pee-hole, as Fanny watched it in fascination. It was like a tiny mouth, spitting out gobs of gunk. She was hit high on one cheek, then turned the dick so the last shot hit her on the other one. Cream was all over her face now, between her eyes, down one side of her nose, on both cheeks and in her mouth. She was happy. She loved If.
At last Wellington had ejaculated all he was going to in her face. His dick was still in her hand, warm and growing soft. She let it go as reluctantly as her friend had. The cock was so nice to hold. When she let it fall, it hung about three-fourths limp. Then she stood up.
"I won the cream," she said, pointing to her face," and here it is to prove it."
They all laughed, and May had to admit that Fanny had bested her in the contest. "You can really suck cock," she said admiringly. "You want to go into the bathroom and clean up?"
Fanny nodded yes.
"Too bad Sue's not here," Wellington smiled. "She'd lick all that come right off your face, Fanny."
Fanny didn't know about that. She just wanted to get cleaned up, dressed and get back to her own house. It was Sunday and everyone was at home. She had a few things to tell them, and she could hardly wait to get back. There was no end to the nice lessons about sex and family life you could learn over at the Williams place, and now Fanny wanted to put some of the new lessons to work.
Chapter Eight
Later that day the Jones family sat in the living room listening to Fanny. She told all, everything that had taken place next door. Who fucked who up the ass, who fucked who in the mouth, each bit of action described hi all its detail. When she was through, her father Nelson spoke up.
"Well, I guess that confirms all our suspicions," he said. "They're really into family sex in a big way over there."
"And so are we now," his wife Carol added, "They talked Fanny into seducing you and Ron. And then Ron got the idea and laid me. Maybe we should move away from here."
"Or get hip like the Williams clan," Fanny put in. "I've just had a big piece of their action, and they have the right idea. What good's a big family if you can't have a lot of sex? Everyone dreams secretly of sex with someone in his family, and then it's a big taboo. How can something be a taboo if everyone wants to do it and no one is harmed?" The silence in the Jones family living room served as an answer. No one could dispute what she was saying. "Besides," Fanny went on, "the best sex is with someone you love, and no one loves anyone more than they do a close family member. The gentleness of a father with his daughter, the familiarity of a brother and sister, the concern of a mother for her son. These are the things that make sex really satisfying. There are no fly-by-morning relationships."
Everyone in the family listened respectfully to the newfound wisdom of the eighteen-year-old-daughter. They might have been reflecting on their own feelings of lust. Everyone in the family had already proved that he or she had a passion to fuck or suck at least one other member.
"All that might be true," Carol finally said, "but we weren't brought up to fuck our children."
"Maybe we should have been," Nelson said. "Mom and Dad were always great folks, but I secretly wanted to plug her cunt a lot of times, and I never could do it. Who knows how much more free my life might have been if I had been brought up in a family situation like the Williams family?
"Don't let your mother hear that when they come to visit next weekend," Carol cautioned, a twinkle in her eye.
"Who knows?" Nelson shrugged, "maybe I'll try it."
"Why not?" Fanny said with a laugh. "More to the point, though, what are we in for today? We have the rest of a perfectly good Sunday. I know some tricks I'd like to show everyone. Who's game?"
"I am!" said .her brother Ron, jumping up. "What can you show us, Fanny?"
"The first thing I want to show you is how to fuck a girl in the ass. And you too, Dad. Ass-fucking is heavenly. I thought it would hurt, but with a little Vaseline, there's nothing to it, and it's a fantastic thrill."
"Are you game, Carol?" Nelson asked his wife.
She gave him a resigned look and said okay. Everyone quickly disrobed, anxious to get started. After the long sexual tale-telling of Fanny, no one in the room could have avoided being turned on. Her lengthy description of getting fucked in the ass by Frank Williams surely had everyone squirming in his seat and thinking about trying it.
"I've never done it," Fanny's mother said, "but you make it sound great. Would you like to do it to me, Ron?"
"I'll say," Ron came back quickly. He was already nude, his big cock standing straight out. "A nice tight asshole. I've never even thought about it. But now it dawns on me. As good as a fuck in the cunt is, a fuck in the asshole would have to be that much better. It's a tighter fit."
Fanny went out and came back with a jar of Vaseline. She glanced down at her father's bone. It was as hard and ready as Ron's. "Let me grease those poles," she said. After taking the lid off the jar, she scooped out some of the petroleum jelly and went over to her father. She applied a light coating to her dad's cock.
"A-h-h-h," he said appreciatively. "That feels good already." Fanny ran her fingers all over her father's prick, coating the head especially well, feeling every bump and dip in the surface with a new sensitivity. She was getting hot in the cunt from the sight and the feel of her father's cock.
"Now you," she said to Ron. Stepping over to him, she dipped into the Vaseline again, then began wiping it on his dork.
"I like it," Ron grinned. "That feels great. Why don't you just jerk me off like that, Fanny?"
"Hell no," she said. "Wait till you get that cock of yours up Mom's ass. You'll dig it a lot better than jerking off."
She went over to her mother and asked her to bend over. Carol went red with embarrassment, but she turned around, leaned over at the waist and reached back to spread the cheeks of her shapely ass. Fanny dipped a finger into her dwindling supply of lubricant and shoved it up her mother's ass.
"How does that feel?" Fanny asked.
"Like getting an enema," her mother said.
"Wait till you feel Ronnie's rod up there."
Fanny was ready to have her own asshole lubricated. Her mother did the honors. Bending over, Fanny reached back and spread her cheeks with her hands. She soon felt her mother's finger up her shit-chute, greasing it for her father's prick with Vaseline. Now they were all ready for the first phase of their four-way family orgy-ass-fucking.
"I'm in position for it right now," Fanny said to her father.
Nelson picked up the cue and stepped around behind her. She soon felt the swollen head of his gigantic whang nudging the sphincter muscle of her asshole. His strong hands were on her waist, and then she felt the cock-knob penetrate.
"Is that painful?" her father asked.
"Hell no," she came back. "Just shove your cock right up my ass. I dig it."
The long tool worked its way up Fanny's backside, and soon she felt her father's loins smack against her ass. His hands were gripping her around the middle, firmly but tenderly, and the filling feeling his cock gave her combined with the loving embrace to send shivers of pleasure through her body.
"Well, we might as well begin." Fanny heard her mother say to Ron.
"Come around here," Fanny said. "Where I can see you. We can watch each other getting reamed up the asshole."
She heard her mother laugh, then saw her come around right in front of her to bend over and spread the cheeks of her backside for Ron. Fanny's face and Carol's were right opposite one another, almost close enough for them to touch, or kiss. Ron slid in behind his mother, gripped her at the waist as his father did Fanny, then set his bone between the spread buttocks.
It excited Fanny to watch as Ron grunted, his mother showed some tension in her face, and the cock slid up her chute. "Ohhh," Carol let out a moan of excitement of her own. Ron had pressed against her ass, so his cock must have been all the way up her ass tunnel.
"Do this," Fanny suggested to her mother. She let go of her asscheeks and gripped her ankles. "It makes it a lot easier."
Carol did as suggested, gripping her ankles with her hands, craning her neck to look across at Fanny. Her daughter was doing the same, looking up and across the short space to her mother's straining face. Both men were pumping now, shoving their hard cocks in and out of the greased channels. Fanny felt her juices stirring in her pussy. When she'd been fucked hi the ass by Frank Williams, it had occurred to her how nice it would be to get the same treatment from her dad. Now it was happening, and the idea that it was her father's dick in her ass made it all the more exciting to her.
The fantastic thing about it, the thing that kept finding its way to her mind since her first sexual experience with her father, was the idea that she was getting fucked by the same cock that had made her. To think, the dick that had fucked her mother in the cunt to create her was now reaming the hell out of her ass.
Nelson had been a trifle hesitant at first, sliding his greased bone in and out of her tube with care. Now, as he found the going easy and heard no complaints from Fanny, he picked up speed and power. He was soon fucking away inside her ass-tube, pounding his flat loins against the curves of her behind, fucking madly away at her backside.
"Ohhh," Fanny moaned with pleasure. "It feels so good, Daddy. It feels soooo good."
From the look of pleasure on her mother's face, it was clear to Fanny that Ron was doing just as good a job on her asshole as her father was doing on Fanny's. Carol had lost the strained look that had at first marked her face, and she was apparently enjoying the first reaming she'd ever gotten.
"How do you like it now?" Fanny asked her mother, wondering if Carol was just pretending to enjoy getting a cock shoved all the way up her ass.
"Just wonderful," Carol said. "It's wonderful." Her face was red, and beads of sweat were forming on her brow. She managed a smile, and her breathing was heavier and heavier. Ron was thumping away at her ass, and Carol was jerking forward with each thrust of his giant cock. Her face was flushed with passion, her eyes growing glassy as she drifted into some private fantasy.
Fanny was sure her mother was good and turned on, maybe working her way towards an orgasm. Fanny could understand it. Her own body was racked with ecstasy, and the constant friction of the cock pounding away in her asshole was raising her higher and higher towards a climax of her own. She hoped her father wouldn't be so turned on by the novel experience of fucking his daughter's ass that he would come too soon.
Nelson had leveled off to a steady reaming, and his teenaged daughter understood that he intended to keep going that way long enough for her to come. That had been the nice thing about getting fucked by her father, the understanding that passed between the two of them. Suddenly she was confident that she would have as much time to arrive at a climax as she needed. Her father wouldn't let her down.
Fanny relaxed and enjoyed the ass-humping even more. Her mother seemed to have eased into a similar situation, a dreamy expression on her face, a curl of sweat leaving a thin trail down one cheek from her forehead. Ron and Nelson were humping in rhythm now, each man thrusting inward at the same time, then pulling back at the same pace. It was a slow, steady, double ass bang, and a good one.
Fanny knew she would be coining before long. She felt the tingling in her tits as she stood there, bent over at the waist. She wished she could speed the orgasm, but then she would have to let go of her ankles and that made it difficult to maintain her balance.
Suddenly, she felt her father's hands slide up her body to her big breasts. They fondled the whole globes, then concentrated on each-nipple with just one forefinger. It was heavenly, and Fanny felt her first tingle of orgasm. That was just like her father. He seemed to sense what it was that would turn Fanny on.
He kept fucking away in her asshole, playing with her titties all the while.
"Ohhh," Fanny heard herself letting out an uncontrollable moan. She was rising to a climax for sure now.
"That's a good girl," she heard her father say. He was urging her on to orgasm.
As her father guided her with his cock and his fingers, Fanny felt her orgasm come. "Ohhhh!" she cried out. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She closed her eyes and soared. The huge cock that filled her ass seemed suddenly to engorge her whole body. It was as if she were a huge anal canal, her whole self, and her father's cock was filling her. She heard herself scream, or maybe it was her mother screaming with ecstasy, and then she want over the top in surge after powerful surge of orgasmic pleasure.
She began to come down to earth, aware still of the ferocious fucking in her asshole. She let herself drift with the pleasure. The thrusting had slowed, and now it had leveled off to a steady and sensuous it, feeling tingling her steaming reaming. She rode with after waves of orgasm rise up from her steaming cunt.
Then she felt the fingers of her father leave her tits and trail down her stomach to her pussy. His hands worked the whole pubic mound, and then one finger burrowed inside to make contact with her clit.
"Oh, Dad!" she screamed. "Ohhhh! Do that. Ohhhh. I'm going to come again."
Fanny was multi-orgasmic, and she could be aroused to another orgasm very quickly on the heels of a first. A tingling filled her cunt as Nelson's fingers worked their magic. She was soaring up there again, spiraling towards orgasm. She clenched her eyelids tight, seeing stars and colored patterns. Her whole body was alive with ecstasy. Orgasmic surges tore through her. This time her thoughts were concentrated in her cunt instead of her asshole. Her clit was rigid and spasming like a tiny hard-on. Natural lubrication spewed from her box and greased her father's fingers.
The thrusting still continued in her asshole, and she had that completely possessed feeling that a woman gets only when there's a cock up her ass and another cock or a hand in her twat. Fanny gripped her ankles fiercely, her fingernails digging into her flesh. She was wiggling her hips to maximize the sensations in anus and cunt, getting the most out of it as her waves of orgasm began to die out.
After a long while she let her eyes open. At first she was in a daze and couldn't make anything out, but then things came clear to her. She was looking at her mother's face, slack-jawed and bleary-eyed. Carol had come too, and her face was still pink and moist. Her son lay over her back, breathing steadily, his cock apparently still stuffed up her asshole.
Nelson was resting on Fanny's back, and she could smell his sweatiness, the sweet smell of sexual excitation. She could hear his steady breathing. She wondered if he and Ron had shot their loads in the respective assholes of daughter and mother, or if they were saving themselves. She did not have long to find out.
When Nelson straightened and pulled his cock slowly out of her well-greased ass, she turned to see that it was still hard and red, ready for more action. She saw Ron do the same thing, and his dong was equally firm, bobbing in mid-air, gleaming with a coating of Vaseline and maybe a trace of something else.
The two men stood there a bit sheepishly for a few seconds, and then Fanny spoke up. "We'll need a few 'minutes to recuperate," she said. Her back ached as she straightened, and by the way her mother rubbed her own back, she was sure she was feeling it even more. "You two guys will have to wash your pricks off," Fanny added. "We're not about to suck on them or have them up our nice clean twats if they're not cleaned off."
"Good idea," said Ron.
"Why don't you come into the John with us and wash out dicks, Fanny?" her father suggested. He had a broad smile on his face.
"Why not?" she shrugged. She liked the feel of a hard dick in her hand, and soaping one up might be sensuous and fun. "You get some rest," she said to her mother who had slumped to the couch, "and we'll be right back."
Fanny led her father and brother into the bathroom. She was actually looking forward to washing off their long, hard pricks. Nelson stepped up .to the sink first. She smiled at him, got a grin in return, and then began rinsing his cock with warm water. She loved the feel of the thing in the palms of her hands. She soaped it generously, noticed that it thickened and swelled under her tender ministrations, and then she rinsed It off with cool water.
"That's some little bath," Nelson said. "Boy, does that turn a guy on. You know, that Korean hooker I told you about used to wash me up before I fucked her. Once it got so exciting I came right in the wash bowl."
"You and that whore," Fanny laughed. "Well, I can wash a guy's cock with the best of them." Nelson tweaked her on the arm and stepped aside.
Now it was Ron's turn. He put his cock in the sink, looking a little sheepish, and Fanny began to wash it with soap and warm water. At first, his dick drooped a trifle over the edge of the sink, but at the first stroke of Fanny's hand it began to rise. Soon it was sticking up at an angle, and when Fanny let go of it the cock bobbed away, dripping soapy lather.
"Come back here you," she joked, as Ron got red-faced and his father laughed.
Fanny took hold of the big, snake-like hard-on and washed it thoroughly. Then she toweled off the water. Nelson had already dried his prick. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Both cocks were pink and clean, bobbing in the air from their owners' motion. The thick heads were swollen with blood and ready for action.
"Like father, like son," she said, getting a knowing smile from each of the guys. Then the threesome joined hands and went back to the living room.
Fanny's mother seemed to have recovered from her first fuck in the ass. She was seated comfortably on the couch, legs crossed and one arm draped over the couch back. Her breasts rode high on her chest, a tantalizing sight.
"We're all set," Fanny sang out, as the three of them entered the room.
"Set for what?" Carol asked with a thought you were pretty well screwed Fanny."
"Hell no, this is just the start." Fanny plopped down beside her on the couch, her breasts jiggling with the sudden motion. "There are a lot of ways to fuck and suck," she said. "Ron and Dad haven't even gotten off yet."
Chapter Nine
It didn't look like Fanny's mother was ripe for much more fucking. Her virgin asshole had been well reamed and she'd gotten off. When Fanny suggested some more sex, Carol smiled and replied, "Why don't I just watch the rest of you go at it for awhile?"
That was all right with Fanny. "Why not?" she no came back. "I think I can service two beautiful hunks of men as easily as one."
Nelson put his arm around her waist and said, "That's my girl. She loves cocks."
Ron was standing with his hands on his hips, his dick rigid and ready. "What'll we do?" he asked.
Fanny glanced down at his prick, then down at her father's, equally stiff and quivering. "I can't make up my mind," she said. "I like to fuck and I like the taste of meat in my mouth."
"Why not do both?" Nelson suggested. "I'll fuck you while Ron shoves his dick down your throat."
The idea immediately appealed to Fanny. What a great way for her to have sex with both of them at once, both of the guys she dug, her father and her brother. She immediately agreed to it, and Nelson showed her how they would go about it ...
Fanny lay on the floor in the middle of the living room, on her back. She spread her legs and bent them at the knees, feet flat on the carpet. Nelson directed Ron to sit lightly on her chest, above her boobs, his hard dick aimed at her lovely mouth, then he had Carol place a cushion from the couch under her head as a support, so that she could raise her face to get the dick in.
Nelson squatted over her crotch. The lying position would have brought him into contact with Ron's back, so he just knelt over Fanny's cunt and set the hard knob of his whang between the already moist lips of her quim. Ron had placed the head of his cock between Fanny's puckered lips, and at a signal from his father he began to slide the bone all the way in.
Meanwhile, Nelson was driving at her twat, and soon the two huge organs were sliding into her body, one up her cunt, the other down her throat. The feeling was a divine one for the girl. She thrilled to the delicious friction her dad's cock was making with the inner lips of her pussy. The taste of Ron's meat in her mouth was just as wonderful. Her tits tingled with pleasure, and she reached up to diddle the nipples. Meantime, her father reached down and worked away at her clit.
They worked away like that for some time, Nelson rising and dropping, plunging downward with his prick in her twat like a man pumping oil out of a well. He frigged her clit, tugged at the cunt lips, got her pussy alive and excited. Ron had risen to a half-squat himself, and he was raising and lowering his body in a steady rhythm, his massive meat reaming in and out of his sister's greedy mouth.
Nelson timed his thrusting with the motion of his son's back, so that Fanny felt as if she were being fucked in cunt and mouth by a two-clicked animal. The scent of Ron's sweat rose sweetly to her nostrils, and his husky breathing filled her ears with erotic music. She closed her eyes, let herself float, ripples of sexual delight spreading-throughout her body. Every pore seemed to fill with a tingling pleasure, as she rose to a level not far from orgasm.
Then she stayed at that plateau, aware that Ron and Nelson were fucking away at her body with the slow, steady rhythm that keeps a suspended in pleasure. She could stay like that forever, as far as she was concerned. They humped her with a regular beat, cocks sliding steadily in and out of cunt and mouth. Fanny just reveled hi the glorious feeling. Her nipples were being tweaked by her own fingers, her clit by her father's. Her vagina was filled with thick masculine meat, and her throat and mouth with more of the same. She had no complaints. Imagine, she thought to herself, at one time I thought sucking a cock was wrong. Hell, what could be wrong about something that feels so damned good?
She also recalled her first revulsion at the idea of sex with the men in her family. As Ron's big bone slid pleasantly past her smooth lips and her father's shlong plunged the depths of her hole, she had to laugh to herself. This was the best way to go, the best kind of sex in the world. Getting fucked by your dad was like being rocked to sleep in your cradle by him when you were a baby. It was pure love, devoid of ego-tripping and the phoniness of social situations. And sucking your brother's dick was no less innocent than playing house with him when they were kids. This was normal, she decided. This was heavenly and definitely the way to go.
She was aware now that Ron had increased the rhythm of his thrusting, and her dad had followed suit. She was now being fucked hard in pussy and mouth, and her pulse was rising. She knew that both of them would have to get off sooner or later. That would be the end of the glorious feeling, but it would also provide her with new sensations. She looked forward to that first blast of hot cream hitting the roof of her mouth, running down her throat, filling her mouth till she had to gulp and swallow and breathe hard through her nose.
The dicks were doing their work, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. She wouldn't be able to hold off forever, the way her father was pounding her cunt with his cock and frigging merrily on her clit. Fanny opened her eyes and looked up at her brother. He was a massive form above her, riding up and down, his face twisted with passion. She knew he'd be coming in her mouth before long.
Her cunt was on fire now, and the steady thumping of her father's cock was bringing her closer and closer to climax. She wanted to shout, but the big cock stuffing her mouth prevented it. All she could do was let out a stifled moan of ecstasy. Suddenly the waves of orgasm tore up through her body. She was coming again, and a flood of pleasure washed over her.
Knowing that she was climaxing, Nelson began thumping her harder and faster, and she heard him call out to his son, "She's coming! She's coming!"
Ron suddenly reamed her face with fury, ramming his thick tool hard against the back of her throat. This fired her even more, increased the height of her orgasm, sent crazy thrills rippling up from her cunt to her tits to her mind. Then she felt a strong blast of spunk shoot out of the pee-hole in her brother's cock and slam against the back of her gullet. She gulped, took the bitter fluid down her throat, just in time to catch another blob of the stuff.
She swallowed that down, working her throat in tune to her orgasm. Ron had risen on his knees and was slamming his cock into her mouth as another spurt of hot jism hit the back of her throat to be gulped down. She heard a loud groan ripped loose from her father as he began to come and she could feel him piston her cunt with the rapid-fire motion of a man shooting his load.
Her cunt was lubricating wildly, and the gobs of goo her father shot into it turned the whole hot pussy into a seething cauldron of fluid. The dick was riding up and down in the cunt-hole like mad, greased by their combined fluids. Fanny was in ecstasy, her eyes now shut tight again, a colorful array of fireworks exploding in her brain. She envisioned both their cocks, her father's and her brother's, pink and throbbing in her mind. They were pulsating and shooting bursts of creamy scum, and as she swallowed the stuff and felt it flood her twat she became a symphony of sexual sounds, smells and feelings. She was reveling in sex, in spunk, in pleasure.
It was a long time afterwards that Fanny finally came back down to earth and opened her eyes. She did so just in time to see her brother pull his long and flaccid dick out of her mouth. It was red and shiny from her spit, and as he stood and stepped away from her, it swung back and forth, tossed off beads of spit and left behind a powerful odor of spent come.
She glanced downward and saw her dad pull his equally limp noodle out of her sopping set cunt hole. He stood with difficulty, his knees stiff from the time he spent squatting over her pussy. His dick hung like a piece of wet wash on a line, flushed with color and coated with slime. Fanny was as limp as their dicks, lying flat on her back, legs spread out and stretched now to their full length.
She felt glorious. She felt used and mellow and completely relaxed. This is the way it was supposed to be. No tension, no anxiety and no regrets. She was completely happy and satisfied. She'd been fucked to hell and she'd sucked a cock to hell, and that was about all she really wanted.
That's why she was surprised to hear her father ask, "Want your cunt lapped, Fanny?"
She nodded without giving it any thought. There must have been something about that flooded pussy that made it irresistible to her father. He probably was more anxious to taste her twat in the state it was in than to give her pleasure, which she hardly needed. It was all the same to Fanny. Whatever her dad wanted was okay with her.
She watched as he knelt between her legs, a hungry look on his face. His eyes were wide as he stared into the fluid-filled cunt hole. It must have been an erotic sight. Slowly, Nelson's face approached the wet pussy, his tongue thrust lewdly outward.
Fanny adjusted the cushion beneath her head so that she could watch her father eat her pussy. He began by lapping great amounts of the spunky fluid that filled her cunt to overflowing. He seemed to be eating it up, like a cat lapping cream. Fanny stared in wonder. The sound of her father's tongue action resounded in the room; everyone seemed to be holding his breath.
Finally, Fanny's mother broke the silence. "He loves the taste of that stuff," she commented. "After he fucks me, sometimes he'll get down and lap all that stuff up."
"A lot of guys like that," Ron put in, sitting down beside his mother on the couch. They were like a couple of spectators at an X-rated movie. From the look on his face, Fanny thought that maybe he was curious as to what it tasted like. She knew he sucked cunt-he'd sucked hers-but probably had never eaten out a box that had just been fucked.
Nelson was scooping up the last of the come, and then he began stimulating her cunt-lips with the tip of his tongue. Fanny lay her head back and closed her eyes. She really didn't need to be brought to orgasm again, but some mild stroking would be nice.
She lay there enjoying it, in a kind of dreamy state. Her father could be incredibly gentle, and he knew how to arouse a woman. He knew every little spot in the cunt that was exciting when touched or stroked with the tongue. He nibbled at the head of the clit, lifted the love button by placing the tip of his tongue just under the head, and he massaged the whole clit with his lips. He worked up and down the inner lips, licking them with tiny stroke*, nipping them lightly, then tickling all over their surface with the tongue tip.
At the same time, his hands were at work. He caressed the sensitive flesh on the insides of Fanny's things, worked his palms around to this hips, than across to meet at the belly. All this was soothing and pleasant, almost mesmerizing, and Fanny didn't know how much time had gone by. At one point, she dozed off, then was stimulated to awareness again by a tingle of pleasure in her clit.
She looked -down at her dad, busy in her cunt, and then she glanced over to the couch. There she saw her mother lying on her back with her legs spread. One foot was up on the back of the couch, and the other was down flat on the floor. Her hands were down at her cunt and she had spread the lips wide for her son to get his mouth inside.
Ron was kneeling on the couch between her spread thighs, eating his mother's pussy. She could hear the lapping sounds as she lay on the floor, and a smile formed on her lips. Apparently, the X-rated show she and her father were putting on had aroused both Ron and Carol. He was eating her pussy like mad, though he wasn't finding out what a well-fucked cunt tasted like. Carol had been fucked in the ass, but not in the cunt, and it would have to be another day before he found out what a woman's twat tasted like after it had been doused with cock juice.
Ron and Nelson each sucked happily away, and the two women lay back and enjoyed it. Several minutes went by like that, and Fanny thought they might end up spending the rest of the day like that. She could ride at about that level of sexual excitation almost indefinitely, and she wasn't about to push upwards towards a climax. Her mother seemed to be in the same boat, just lying back and grooving on the mild cunt stimulation.
But a man's jaw tires, and there's just so much time he can spend sucking cunt. Nelson was the first to come up for air, and he offered an apologetic, "Sorry, Fanny. I just can't go on. I've got to get my breath."
She laughed, got up and patted him on the arm. "You've done enough for me today, that's for sure," she said. "Besides, I don't think I could have another orgasm."
Apparently, that wasn't the case for her mother, because Fanny saw that Carol was spiraling towards another climax. She and her father took seats in easy chairs and now they were the spectators. It wasn't long before Carol was in the throes of an orgasm. Her tits were rigid and swollen, and a warm flush covered her upper body. She was breathing heavily, uttering little moans and groans, and her hips were grinding in the soft cushion of the couch.
Ron was furiously licking her cunt, aware that she was going off. He kept that up till she stopped wiggling her hips, and then he leveled off as she relaxed beneath his stroking. Then he just tickled her inner cunt lips for a little while with the tip of his tongue, while she lay back and regained her breath.
Later, the four of them sat around in their bed clothes, discussing the events of the day. They agreed that they had really hit on something, and they couldn't wait to keep experimenting in the days ahead. It was Fanny who brought up the fact of Nelson's folks coming to visit the following weekend. She seemed to be the only one who believed the old folks could be brought into their circle of family sex.
"Why not?" she said. "Old people like to suck and fuck just as much as young ones. Maybe more. A lot of men go through a sort of second adolescence, where they get the hots for young girls again."
"That wouldn't be any problem for Pop," Nelson said of his father. "He's always had the hots for young chicks."
"Oh, stop," said Carol. "I don't believe that."
"The old guy was quite a swordsman in his youth," Nelson continued, "and I've often heard Mm make remarks about the shape of some young girl. Including Fanny one time."
That last statement excited Nelson's teenaged daughter. Imagine, she thought to herself, the possibility of fucking old Max Jones, her own grandfather. She had always liked the old guy, his joking ways and his friendliness. She thought she was his favorite. Maybe something would work out. Well, there was a week to think about that, a week during which some more family fucking would be sure to take place.
Chapter Ten
Fanny did everything in her power to make the week that followed a memorable one. Each day, when her father and brother came home from work, she got some sexual activities going. It didn't take much effort to convince the men that fucking and sucking was the way to spend the hours after supper. As for Fanny's mother, she was getting less and less inhibited by the day, and pretty soon she was making suggestions to Fanny throughout the day as to the kinds of things they might pull off in the evening.
On Thursday, Carol suggested that the two of them put on a little show for Nelson and Ron.
"Show?" Fanny asked with surprise.
"It's something men like to see," Carol replied, "but they don't like to talk about it much. They like to see two women making love. Many's the time Nelson has mentioned it to me in a casual way. He'd say something like, 'Y'know, Carol, when I was in service the whores used to put on shows for us. Hell, that was really something.' Then he might describe one or two things that they did. It was real kinky."
"What did they do?"
"The girls would go down on each other, or one would shove a dildo up the other girl's cunt."
"A what?"
"A dildo," Carol said with a chuckle. "Here, I'll show you." She went to a drawer in her bedroom and pulled out a pink rubber imitation penis. "This is what a dildo is," she said to Fanny, bringing it over and showing it to her. "I use it to masturbate with during the afternoons, when Nelson is away."
Fanny took it and rubbed her hand on it. The make-believe prick had a nice feel. Fanny laughed. "I kind of like this thing," she said. It was the first one she'd ever seen. "Let's see you use it."
Carol took the dildo, went to the bed and lay on her back, propped up by the pillows. She pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties and spread her legs wide. Then she worked the dildo into her cunt. Fanny went over and sat on the edge of the bed so she could have a better view. She watched as her mother shoved the rubber device in and out of her cunt, then used the blunt knob-end to apply pressure to her clit.
She did that for a while, then stopped and asked Fanny if she'd like to try it. "I've got a better idea," Fanny said. "Let's give that show routine a try tonight. The men need something different, something stimulating, and that would be just the thing."
Carol agreed, and she straightened herself out to await the return of Nelson and Ron. They waited together in the living room, discussing the whole time how they were going to perform. The two of them worked out a kind of playlet, complete with rehearsed speeches and actions. The plot of it was that a mother was going to introduce her innocent daughter to sex. Carol would be the mother, of course, and she would pretend to break her daughter's cherry with the imitation cock, then show her what an orgasm is, and finally teach her to use it on her mother.
They had the whole script worked out when first Ron and then Nelson arrived home from work. They fixed a quick supper, and after it was eaten they led the men into the living room. Throughout the meal, they had been promising something new and exciting. Ron and Nelson were seated on the couch, the coffee table moved out of the way, and then the live sex show began.
To start, Carol left the room, then returned to find her daughter seated on the floor. They were both fully dressed. "It's time you learned the facts of life, Fanny," her mother said. "You have to learn what sex is. You're a virgin."
That drew a laugh, but the play went one.
"Oh mother," Fanny said in a girlish voice. "What is sex?"
"Sex," said Carol, stepping closer to her kneeling daughter and taking the dildo from behind her back, "is ge
