Bob Ellis - The family eats out

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 dawn 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 strokes, 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 him 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.

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."