"Just wonderful," Carol said. "It's wonderful." Her face was red, and beads of sweat were forming on her brow. She managed a smile, and her breathing was heavier and heavier. Ron was thumping away at her ass, and Carol was jerking forward with each thrust of his giant cock, her face was flushed with passion, her eyes vowing glassy as she drifted into some private fantasy.
Fanny was sure her mother was good and turned on, maybe working her way towards an orgasm. Fanny could understand it. Her own body was racked with ecstasy, and the constant friction of the cock pounding away in her asshole was raising her higher and higher towards a climax of her own. She hoped her father wouldn't be so turned on by the novel experience of fucking his daughter's ass that he would come too soon.
Nelson had leveled off to a steady reaming, and his teenaged daughter understood that he intended to keep going that way long enough for her to come. That had been the nice thing about getting fucked by her father, the understanding that passed between the two of them. Suddenly she was confident that she would have as much time to arrive at a climax as she needed. Her father wouldn't let her down.
Fanny relaxed and enjoyed the ass-humping even more. Her mother seemed to have eased into a similar situation, a dreamy expression on her face, a curl of sweat leaving a thin trail down one cheek from her forehead. Ron and Nelson were humping in rhythm now, each man thrusting inward at the same time, then pulling back at the same pace. It was a slow, steady, double ass bang, and a good one.
Fanny knew she would be coming before long. She felt the tingling in her tits as she stood there, bent over at the waist. She wished she could speed the orgasm, but then she would have to let go of her ankles and that made it difficult to maintain her balance.
Suddenly, she felt her father's hands slide up her body to her big breasts. They fondled the whole globes, then concentrated on each nipple with just one forefinger. It was heavenly, and Fanny felt her first tingle of orgasm. That was just like her father. He seemed to sense what it was that would turn Fanny on.
He kept fucking away in her asshole, playing with her titties all the while.
"Ohhh," Fanny heard herself letting out an uncontrollable moan. She was rising to a climax for sure now.
"That's a good girl," she heard her father say. He was urging her on to orgasm.
As her father guided her with his cock and his fingers, Fanny felt her orgasm come. "Ohhhh!" she cried out. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She closed her eyes and soared. The huge cock that filled her ass seemed suddenly to engorge her whole body. It was as if she were a huge anal canal, her whole self, and her father's cock was filling her. She heard herself scream, or maybe it was her mother screaming with ecstasy, and then she want over the top in surge after powerful surge of orgasmic pleasure.
She began to come down to earth, aware still of the ferocious fucking in her asshole. She let herself drift with the pleasure. The thrusting had slowed, and now it had leveled off to a steady and sensuous reaming. She rode with it, feeling tingling after waves of orgasm rise up from her steaming cunt.
Then she felt the fingers of her father leave her tits and trail down her stomach to her pussy. His hands worked the whole pubic mound, and then one finger burrowed inside to make contact with her clit.
"Oh, Dad!" she screamed. "Ohhhh! Do that. Ohhhh. I'm going to come again."
Fanny was multi-orgasmic, and she could be aroused to another orgasm very quickly on the heels of a first. A tingling filled her cunt as Nelson's fingers worked their magic. She was soaring up there again, spiraling towards orgasm. She clenched her eyelids tight, seeing stars and colored patterns. Her whole body was alive with ecstasy. Orgasmic surges tore through her. This time her thoughts were concentrated in her cunt instead of her asshole. Her clit was rigid and spasming like a tiny hard-on. Natural lubrication spewed from her box and greased her father's fingers.
The thrusting still continued in her asshole, and she had that completely possessed feeling that a woman gets only when there's a cock up her ass and another cock or a hand in her twat. Fanny gripped her ankles fiercely, her fingernails digging into her flesh. She was wiggling her hips to maximize the sensations in anus and cunt, getting the most out of it as her waves of orgasm began to die out.
After a long while she let her eyes open. At first she was in a daze and couldn't make anything out, but then things came clear to her. She was looking at her mother's face, slack-jawed and bleary-eyed. Carol had come too, and her face was still pink and moist. Her son lay over her back, breathing steadily, his cock apparently still stuffed up her asshole.
Nelson was resting on Fanny's back, and she could smell his sweatiness, the sweet smell of sexual excitation. She could hear his steady breathing. She wondered if he and Ron had shot their loads in the respective assholes of daughter and mother, or if they were saving themselves. She did not have long to find out.
When Nelson straightened and pulled his cock slowly out of her well-greased ass, she turned to see that it was still hard and red, ready for more action. She saw Ron do the same thing, and his dong was equally firm, bobbing in mid-air, gleaming with a coating of Vaseline and maybe a trace of something else.
The two men stood there a bit sheepishly for a few seconds, and then Fanny spoke up. "We'll need a few minutes to recuperate," she said. Her back ached as she straightened, and by the way her mother rubbed her own back, she was sure she was feeling it even more. "You two guys will have to wash your pricks off," Fanny added. "We're not about to suck on them or have them up our nice clean twats if they're not cleaned off."
"Good idea," said Ron.
"Why don't you come into the john with us and wash out dicks, Fanny?" her father suggested. He had a broad smile on his face.
"Why not?" she shrugged. She liked the feel of a hard dick in her hand, and soaping one up might be sensuous and fun. "You get some rest," she said to her mother who had slumped to the couch, "and we'll be right back."
Fanny led her father and brother into the bathroom. She was actually looking forward to washing off their long, hard pricks. Nelson stepped up to the sink first. She smiled at him, got a grin in return, and then began rinsing his cock with warm water. She loved the feel of the thing in the palms of her hands. She soaped it generously, noticed that it thickened and swelled under her tender ministrations, and then she rinsed it off with coal water.
"That's some little bath," Nelson said. "Boy, does that turn a guy on. You know, that Korean hooker I told you about used to wash me up before I fucked her. Once it got so exciting I came right in the wash bowl."
"You and that whore," Fanny laughed. "Well, I can wash a guy's cock with the best of them." Nelson tweaked her on the arm and stepped aside.
Now it was Ron's turn. He put his cock in the sink, looking a little sheepish, and Fanny began to wash it with soap and warm water. At first, his dick drooped a trifle over the edge of the sink, but at the first stroke of Fanny's hand it began to rise. Soon it was sticking up at an angle, and when Fanny let go of it the cock bobbed away, dripping soapy lather.
"Come back here you," she joked, as Ron got red-faced and his father laughed.
Fanny took hold of the big, snake-like hard-on and washed it thoroughly. Then she toweled off the water. Nelson had already dried his prick. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. Roth cocks were pink and clean, bobbing in the air from their owners motion. The thick heads were swollen with blood and ready for action.
"Like father, like son," she said, getting a knowing smile from each of the guys. Then the threesome joined hands and went back to the living room.
Fanny's mother seemed to have recovered from her first fuck in the ass. She was seated comfortably on the couch, legs crossed and one arm draped over the couch back. Her breasts rode high on her chest, a tantalizing sight.
"We're all set," Fanny sang out, as the three of them entered the room.
"Set for what?" Carol asked with a grin. "I thought you were pretty well screwed out, Fanny."
"Hell no, this is just the start." Fanny plopped down beside her on the couch, her breasts jiggling with the sudden motion. "There are a lot of ways to fuck and suck," she said. "Ron and Dad haven't even gotten off yet."
It didn't look like Fanny's mother was ripe for much more fucking. Her virgin asshole had been well reamed and she'd gotten off. When Fanny suggested some more sex, Carol smiled and replied, "Why don't I just watch the rest of you go at it for awhile?"
That was all right with Fanny. "Why not?" she came back. "I think I can service two beautiful hunks of men as easily as one."
Nelson put his arm around her waist and said, "That's my girl. She loves cocks."
Ron was standing with his hands on his hips, his dick rigid and ready. "What'll we do?" he asked.
Fanny glanced down at his prick, then down at her father's, equally stiff and quivering. "I can't make up my mind," she said. "I like to fuck and I like the taste of meat in my mouth."
"Why not do both?" Nelson suggested. "I'll fuck you while Ron shoves his dick down your throat."
The idea immediately appealed to Fanny. What a great way for her to have sex with both of them at once, both of the guys she dug, her father and her brother. She immediately agreed to it, and Nelson showed her how they would go about it.
Fanny lay on the floor in the middle of the living room, on her back. She spread her legs and bent them at the knees, feet flat on the carpet. Nelson directed Ron to sit lightly on her chest, above her boobs, his hard dick aimed at her lovely mouth, then he had Carol place a cushion from the couch under her head as a support, so that she could raise her face to get the dick in.
Nelson squatted over her crotch. The lying position would have brought him into contact with Ron's back, so he just knelt over Fanny's cunt and set the hard knob of his whang between the already moist lips of her quim. Ron had placed the head of his cock between Fanny's puckered lips, and at a signal from his father he began to slide the bone all the way in.
Meanwhile, Nelson was driving at her twat, and soon the two huge organs were sliding into her body, one up her cunt, the other down her throat. The feeling was a divine one for the girl. She thrilled to the delicious friction her dad's cock was making with the inner lips of her pussy. The taste of Ron's meat in her mouth was just as wonderful. Her tits tingled with pleasure, and she reached up to diddle the nipples. Meantime, her father reached down and worked away at her clit.
They worked away like that for some time, Nelson rising and dropping, plunging downward with his prick in her twat like a man pumping oil out of a well. He frigged her clit, tugged at the cunt lips, got her pussy alive and excited. Ron had risen to a half-squat himself, and he was raising and lowering his body in a steady rhythm, his massive meat reaming in and out of his sister's greedy mouth.
Nelson timed his thrusting with the motion of his son's back, so that Fanny felt as if she were being fucked in cunt and mouth by a two-dicked animal. The scent of Ron's sweat rose sweetly to her nostrils, and his husky breathing filled her ears with erotic music. She closed her eyes, let herself float, ripples of sexual delight spreading throughout her body. Every pore seemed to fill with a tingling pleasure, as she rose to a level not far from orgasm.
Then she stayed at that plateau, aware that Ron and Nelson were fucking away at her body with the slow, steady rhythm that keeps a girl suspended in pleasure. She could stay like that forever, as far as she was concerned. They humped her with a regular beat, cocks sliding steadily in and out of cunt and mouth. Fanny just reveled in the glorious feeling. Her nipples were being tweaked by her own fingers, her clit by her father's. Her vagina was filled with thick masculine meat, and her throat and mouth with more of the same. She had no complaints. Imagine, she thought to herself, at one time I thought sucking cock was wrong. Hell, what could be wrong about something that feels so damned good?
She also recalled her first revulsion at the idea of sex with the men in her family. As Ron's big bone slid pleasantly past her smooth lips and her father's shlong plunged the depths of her hole, she had to laugh to herself. This was the best way to go, the best kind of sex in the world. Getting fucked by your dad was like being rocked to sleep in your cradle by him when you were a baby. It was pure love, devoid of ego-tripping and the phoniness of social situations. And sucking your brother's dick was no less innocent than playing house with him when they were kids. This was normal, she decided. This was heavenly and definitely the way to go.
She was aware now that Ron had increased the rhythm of his thrusting, and her dad had followed suit. She was now being fucked hard in pussy and mouth, and her pulse was rising. She knew that both of them would have to get off sooner or later.