Bob Ellis - The family eats out

Then they were still, Emma lying flat on her back with her eyes shut, Ron still kneeling over her, his face still buried in her bush. After a long while, he came up for air. He pulled his hands from beneath her buttocks and said something to her that Fanny could not hear. The older woman stretched and yawned, then drew her legs up so that the knees were bent and the feet were flat on the sheet. She also slid upwards somewhat on the bed, propping a pillow beneath her head.

Ron was moving over her, bringing his knees up higher and placing his hands on each side of her body. He reached down and took hold of his prick, hard and bobbing over her cunt. He nudged the swollen head between the still red lips of the quim, then returned his hand to its position beside her. As Fanny held her breath at the keyhole, Ron lowered himself to his elbows and began to thrust his big dick into his grandmother's cunt.

He's fucking her! Fanny said to herself, feeling her heart stop.

Ron's cock was soon buried in his grandmother's cunt, and his broad chest was soon flattening her breasts. His face was near hers, and he kissed her gently on the cheek. Fanny saw her smile, just before her face was blocked by Ron's head as it touched the pillow beside hers. The two of them were like that for a few seconds, a tableau of sex, and then the young stud began thrusting.

He raised his ass in the air, then plunged down, shoving his bone into his grandmother's twat. Fanny was breathing heavily as she watched. It was as if Ron were fucking her and not her grandmother. It was so exciting for her to see her brother shoving his big dick in and out of their grandma's twat that ever stroke seemed to go right through her.

Ron's elbows dug into the bed and the whole bed bounced as he fucked away at Emma's box. Their pubic regions slapped together so loudly that Fanny could hear it in the hall. She could almost smell the musky odor of sex, that vivid in her mind was the action going on before her.

The more her brother fucked away in his grandmother's swollen and juicy cunt, the harder he drove and the faster he pounded. His ass was moving like crazy, pistoning so fast it was like a rapid vibration. Fanny heard little yips of pleasure as Emma started spinning upwards towards another orgasm.

By the sound of her voice Fanny was sure she'd make it. She already knew how long Ron could keep a hard-on and smash away in a cunt without shooting his load. Emma would have as long as she needed to get her rocks off a second time. Ron was pumping away with his cock in her cunt, his eyes shut tightly now, his face growing redder and gleaming with sweat. Fanny could hear the deep sound of his breathing.

Emma reached up and clutched her grandson around the back, her fingernails digging into his flesh. As they banged away wildly, Emma's legs came up and locked around his lower back. She was like a tiny creature, clinging to his big and powerful body from underneath as he slammed his loins downward again and again. He was carrying her whole body with him on the upstroke, slamming it to the mattress each time he rammed downward.

Then Fanny heard a shriek that pierced the wood panel of the door. "Eeeeeee!!!" Emma was climaxing again, and this time she was going off big. Ron pumped away, and Fanny saw that he was letting himself come. His motion was uncontrollable now, and he was whacking his loins into his grandmother's body with a fury. The two of them went on like that for a half a minute, till they were both spent and lay limply in each other's arms.

Fanny had come just from watching it, and the rank odor of her crotch-juice rose to her nostrils as she knelt there by the door. She rose after a time, deciding there was no harm in walking in. She opened the door and tiptoed in, giving Ron a chance to see her first. By the smile on his face, she was sure it was okay to come in.

"Hi Fanny," he said openly. "It's okay. I told Grandma everything. Everything we do now."

Fanny came in and sat on the bed. Her grandmother looked up at her from over Ron's broad shoulder. She smiled benignly, then spoke. "You've got the right idea," she said. "I've always felt a family is closer together if they get it on."

Fanny laughed and gave the old woman a squeeze on the arm. "We're about as close as you can get," she said. "And when the others get back from the festival, maybe we can all get a little closer."

"Not a bad idea," Ron put in, as if they hadn't talked about the whole thing before. Then he addressed his words to his grandmother. "Do you think Gramps might go for this kind of thing?"

"Hell yes!" the older woman said. "He's got hot pants for Fanny already. I wouldn't worry about a thing, young man."

Ron smiled and kissed his grandmother. Fanny got off the bed and whirled around. "I can't wait," she said. "We should have done this long ago."

When Fanny's folks got back from the park, they found both their children sitting naked in the living room with an equally naked grandmother. There were a few raised eyebrows, but after all, Nelson and Carol had known what their kids were up to. As for old Max Jones, his first reaction was a wide grin.

"You folks taking up nudism?" he asked cheerfully.

"Nope," came back his wife. "Sex orgies."

The old guy laughed, then sat on the couch between his wife and his granddaughter. "Things have changed in this house," he said, "and definitely for the better."

Fanny didn't know quite what to say, but luckily her grandmother spoke right up. "They certainly have changed for the better since we were last here," she said. "Ron and Fanny have just been telling me. The whole family has decided to try life without inhibitions for a change."

"Sounds great to me," Max said, slapping Fanny and his wife on their knees. "When do we start?"

"We've already begun," Emma said. "I was upstairs fucking Ron while you were at the park."

"I can see the festival is right here," Max chuckled. He put his arm around Fanny's shoulders, then removed the hand that was on his wife's knee and placed it on his granddaughter's breast. "Are you game for some fun?" he asked. "I've always had eyes for you, young lady, but who can say a thing like that?"

"I'm game," Fanny replied. "Oh Granddad, I've always dreamed about making it with you, but… like you say, it's the kind of thing people never talk about."

"It's natural," said her grandfather. "Look, young people are attractive, and the old folks get the yen. Youngsters look up to the oldsters. There's that mystique of age and experience. But we can't get it together unless someone breaks the ice. What happened to break it in this house?"

Nelson and Carol sat down in easy chairs. Fanny's father attempted to answer the old guy's question. "I think maybe it was a certain influence from next door. You see, Dad, we have some very liberated neighbors. Remember I told you a couple of times about Wellington Williams?"

"Yup," replied Max. "Well, whoever had the idea had a good one. I say, let's get started, Fanny."

"Sure," said the girl, jumping up. "Let's go up to my room."

"How come?" laughed Max. "We can do it right here. I've always wanted to get into a real orgy, and we're all family here."

"Why not?" Fanny replied, shrugging.

Without any more discussion, everyone who was dressed quickly discarded his clothes. Within a few seconds, all six of them were naked, Emma and Max, their son Nelson and his wife Carol, and the grandchildren, Fanny and Ron. Three generations of the Jones family were seated naked about the living room, everyone just a bit edgy, uncertain what was to fallow next.

That was one problem that didn't last for long. Max went quickly into action. He began hugging and kissing Fanny, and the girl responded, giggling girlishly. As the others sat about watching, the old man showed his amorous techniques. He caressed her upper body, running his hands up and down her back, soothing her arms and shoulders with his gentle palms.