Chapter 7
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.