Chapter 9
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.