Bob Ellis - The family eats out

The handsome boy began to lap hard, raking his tongue upwards on the cunt lips. Fanny could see that he was pressing the inner lips flat, stroking all the way up to the clit. She could see by the ecstatic expression on the face of his sister that Frank was sending spasms of pleasure through her body. Fanny was dizzy with sensuous thrills and the confusion of seeing a cunt lapped for the first time in her life. She could tell it was pleasing by the look on her girlfriend's face.

She could stand the arousing sight no more, and she quickly reached under her dress with both hands, seized the waistband of her wet panties and pulled them down to the floor. She took her eye from the peekhole just long enough to step out of the underpants. Stuffing them hurriedly in her purse, she returned her eye to the peek-hole and her fingers to the hole between her thighs. Her legs were far-spread now, and she was able to hold her pussy lips apart with the fingers of one hand while she frigged her clit with the index finger of the other.

In the bedroom, Frank had reached a peak of frenzied speed as he lapped madly inside the molten cunt of his sister. She had thrown her head back in ecstasy, eyes closed, mouth distorted with sexual pleasure. She was writhing on the bed, her head rolling back and forth, around and around. She was in a paroxysm of pleasure. Frank was licking furiously with all the speed he could muster. Splashes of cunt-fluid flew in every direction, droplets of the creamy stuff sticking in the pubic bush of the young girl, small globules clinging to the eyebrows of the frantic Frank.

As Fanny watched, she felt herself about to come. O-h-h-h, she thought, I'm going to blow. She felt hot waves of lust shoot upward from her cunt to her tits. Then she exploded in a shock of orgasm. She went on frigging her clit-button, rubbing and pressing it feverishly. She was coming and coming, the spasms of pleasure shaking her body. At last she leveled off, and she continued to caress her cunt-lips as she experienced a heavenly after-glow.

In time, she felt her senses return. She pulled her fingers from her sopping cunt, let her skirt fall back into place and returned her eye to the peekhole. She had lost track of the action in the bedroom. She saw that May was now lying back on the bed. Her legs were spread wide, her knees slightly flexed. Frank was walking around to the end of the bed, his long stiff rod shaking in the air as he went. The boy climbed onto the bed from the end, crawled towards his waiting sister, then mounted her.

From Fanny's angle, she could see between Frank's spread legs as he inserted the swollen red tip of his hard-on between the blood-gorged pink lips of the girl's hole. The thick knob pressed the cunt-lips aside as it entered, and then Frank pushed the whole shaft into her pussy with the weight of his body. As Fanny stared in awe, Frank Williams began to fuck the hell out of his sister. The girl in the closet was aghast. Frank is fucking his sister, she thought. May was getting screwed by her own brother. Fanny went numb, but she was transfixed and unable to draw her eye from the peekhole.

The two of them fucked away, Frank humping his naked ass high in the air with each stroke, May lifting her hips off the bed to meet his every thrust with a powerful heave of her own. Each time the long cock came out of the wet pussy, Fanny could see its gleaming shaft, and each time it disappeared, she could see Frank's buttocks quiver with the force of their coming together. Fanny stared at the finely sculpted curves of Frank's bare backside. The concave configuration suggested the hardness of his muscles, and there was just enough hair to make his ass a study in masculine perfection.

Fanny smiled to herself as she watched the nude backside stab the air. She loved it. She wished she could be in the room to bend over that ass and kiss all over it. The thought sent a chill through her. She suddenly felt guilty about it. Her wish to kiss Frank's ass reminded her of the desire she had felt earlier in the day to kiss the swollen knob of her father's cock. Was there something wrong with her? On the other hand, she had just seen May Williams put her mouth on her brother's bane, and he had sucked the juice out of her hot cunt. Wasn't all of that wrong? She felt her passion subside, even as she watched Frank gain speed as he fucked away in his sister's sweet box. A brother and a sister fucking: was that right? A picture of her own brother flashed into her head. Ron was also tall and handsome, a football teammate of Frank's when they were in high school, just a year younger than Frank. She recalled that she had sometimes imagined Ron nude, especially when she could see the outline of his prick and balls through a thin or tight pair of jeans.

She had sometimes imagined Ron's dick with a hard-on, though she'd never even seen it soft. When she played with herself in the secret darkness of her bedroom at night, she would sometimes picture Ron in the nude, with a big bone on. All that came to mind as she watched Frank screw May. What she was seeing through the peekhole was real though, not an innocent imagining. Frank was fucking his sister, and the two of them were enjoying it like crazy. It was just as if they were a couple of innocent deer in the forest. They were fucking merrily away.

Fanny could see that Frank was nearing his peak. Hiss ass poked the air wildly, the bed jounced crazily, and his hard cock was sliding in and out of his sister's cunt like a piston in a car cylinder with the motor running in high gear. Frank's strong athletic body drove his prick deep within his sister's cunt on every stroke, May's lithe young body responding with her own powerful thrusts. Fanny could almost hear the sounds – the moans of passion, the heavy breathing, the creaking of the bed-springs. She could almost smell the odors – the musty perfume of rutting, the sweet bouquet of sweat.

Fanny was mildly excited again, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through her body, but she had spent herself with her fingers and could now observe the coupling somewhat more dispassionately. She admired the big ball bag of Frank Williams, bouncing between his legs as he fucked. She studied the symmetry of the humping couple, the spread legs and grasping arms. To her it was beautiful. She forgot that they were brother and sister, and that they were not supposed to be fucking. They were like a pair of animals, two wild mustangs out on the plains, doing what felt natural. To Fanny it was all very lovely.

She could see that they were both coming now. May's head was turned to one side, eyes closed, mouth forming the words of passion. Frank was thrusting like a machine, and Fanny could see a ring of white semen form around his dick where it spread the narrow cunt apart. As he fucked his last few strokes, a trickle of the white cream ran down May's flesh. They fucked a few more feeble strokes and then it was all over. Frank lay atop May, and both of them were motionless.

"Wow," Fanny said to herself. It was the first time she had seen a couple fuck, and she was impressed. Her wet panties were in her purse, and she could smell the scent of her own body in the tight confines of the closet. It was getting warm in there, and she hoped they would break up so May could let her out. May might have been thinking the same thing, because she patted Frank on one bare shoulder and he got up off her, a smile on his face. It took him a second or two to pull his still-swollen cock out of her creamy cunt, and a few seconds later it was hanging limp, swaying from side to side, glistening with fast-drying semen.

Fanny watched as Frank stepped into his briefs, then pulled on his pants and shirt. May stepped into her panties, then put her big breasts into the cups of her bra. Frank helped her fasten it, much as Fanny's father Nelson had done for her that afternoon. Fanny saw Frank stride from the room, then heard him go down the stairs, and it was not long before May let her out for a breath of fresh air.