Bob Ellis - The family eats out

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 came shot out and hit the back of her mouth.

Fanny jumped her mouth off his cock. She 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 peehole, 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 it.

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.

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 in 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 then."

"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.