Bob Ellis - The family eats out

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 his 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 cuff 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 dryness 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-knob.

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 rosin 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.