David Crane

Flesh-feast family

CHAPTER ONE

Sarah Lee Roland was a teenager and horny as she could be. She had started getting horny when she was twelve, but at that time she didn't realize what those strange, nagging urges were, as they crept across her nubile belly and filled her sweet young loins.

By the time she was thirteen, she recognized them for what they were. And by the time she was fourteen, she was determined to do something about those urges.

But so far, the randy little nymphette had done nothing more than play with herself, but she did that with great gusto and alarming frequency.

When she woke up in the morning, the first thing that she did was to give her tender pussy a good finger-fucking, often starting even before she was fully awake, thereby adding a dreamlike unreality to the pleasure.

When she went to bed at night, she played with her cunt until sleep overtook her. Often she would come three or four times and even then fight off sleep so that she could prolong the joy of self manipulation as long as possible.

She often rubbed herself off at noon, as well, as if the pleasure were part of her lunch, a creamy dessert that climaxed her meal.

She had perfected the art and varied her techniques as the mood took her. Sometimes she pushed three or four fingers up her creamy cunt hole and pretended they were a fat prick as she pushed them in and pulled them out.

Other times she ignored her pussy and concentrated on her tingling clit, rubbing that vibrant bud with her palm and rolling it between her thumb and fingers until she was shuddering with wild ecstasy.

Sometimes she began by gently playing with her tits and nipples and at other times, too impatient for an orgasm to linger over the foreplay, she went right to work on her cunt with both hands.

When she came, she cried out with sexual abandon and her fiery pussy overflowed with hot cunt juice. It soaked her thighs and seeped down into the tight crack of her writhing ass, pooling like liquid ivory on the sheets between her widespread, trembling legs.

Once she fucked herself with a banana. She dabbled with the pleasures of her hairbrush handle, a fat salami, and a Coke bottle, pretending each of these phallic objects was a cock as she shoved it merrily up her steaming pussy.

She used a hair dryer to blow her cunt. She also used an electric toothbrush to vibrate her clit. She found that it was a lot more exciting when she used her father's toothbrush than when she used her own – a sort of incest by proxy, imagining that electric brush subsequently vibrating away in her father's mouth after she had creamed on the bristles. She used her brother's toothbrush with equal pleasure and once, feeling particularly perverted, she had rubbed her cunt to a lather with her mother's toothbrush.

But, horny as she was, Sarah Lee had no experience with the real thing.

The trouble was that she was too beautiful. When boys, took her to the movies or to a dance, it never dawned on them that they had a chance to get into her sexy panties. They always treated her politely and timidly, supposing that if they tried to grab a feel of tit or stick a tongue down her throat, she would be angry and refuse to go out with them again.

It was very frustrating. Sarah Lee had contemplated taking the initiative – coming right with the suggestion that they feel each other up or jerk each other off or, more brazenly, that they fuck.

But she was too shy. Having never experienced sex, despite her desires, she was afraid to be too bold.

Any one of the boys who dated her could have fucked her. It would have taken no more than the slightest effort, fix she was more than willing and more than ready. But the boys saved that sort of stuff for the girls who were known to put out.

With Sarah Lee, they were polite. It was driving her mad.

Her most common daydream was that she would meet some stranger, a boy from another city, so that she could get her ass fucked off without losing her reputation as a good girl. For although Sarah Lee very much wanted to be a tramp, she didn't want to be known as a tramp.

It was a terrible paradox and it had her caught on the horns of a horny dilemma.

She really was a gorgeous girl. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes and a wide, full mouth set in an oval face with high cheekbones. She looked innocent and sexy at the same time. Her body, just starting to blossom into womanhood, was a flowering masterpiece.

Her torso was slim and lithe and her tits were round and thrusting, capped by big, perpetually stiff nipples. She never wore a bra and those taut nipples pressed out in twin points against her cotton tee shirts and tight sweaters, simply crying out to be felt.

She had a slightly sway-backed posture, her crotch sort of tucked in, her back arched, her tits pushing out, her belly gently curved.

She usually wore tight-fitting jeans and shorts that were molded to the teardrop curve of her ass and drawn into a vee at her crotch.

Her legs were smooth as silk, long and shapely and her hips swept out from her narrow waist like an invitation, like handles begging to be grasped and used to tilt her pelvis into the position of love.

Sarah Lee hoped with all her heart and soul and cunt that she would soon get fucked.

But so far she had not even seen a cock.

Well, she had seen her brother's cock, but she had never seen it hard, only catching a fleeting glance from time to time. Her brother, Ernie, was two years older, a good-looking, athletic boy. And from what she had seen of his cock, it was a whopper. She had only seen it hanging down, limp, when his bathrobe accidentally parted. She was dying to see a prick that was erect, hard, swollen and dripping cum.

The very thought of a hard cock caused her hands to itch, her cunt to cream and her mouth to water.

The image of a cock danced like a sugar plum in her mind as she furiously rubbed her cunt to a froth.

Soon I'll see a cock, she told herself. A big, hard, lovely cock – a cock like a heated crowbar, a delicious cock of her very own.

She hoped that that cock would be attached to someone who did not know who she was, or who would never tell what she had done to his lovely prick.

Wearing a shorty nightgown, she padded barefoot down the carpeted stairs and went into the front room, very much aware of her cunt as it simmered between her legs. Her pussy made little soft squishing sounds with every stride and felt like a glowing ember in her crotch.

She sat down, curling up gracefully on the sofa in front of the picture window that looked out onto the back yard. She removed her panties and pulled the top of her short gown up, lifting one arched thigh and letting the other leg trail to the floor, her thighs parted.

She gazed down at her crotch, smiling happily in expectation of her impending orgasm. Her thighs were already slick with glistening cunt juice and she felt so hot that she was sure that, if the room had been dark, her pussy would have glowed a deep pulsing red.

She lowered both hands to her cunt. Then she paused for a moment, wondering if anyone could see through the window.

She knew no one looking in would be able to see her cunt because that view was shielded by the back of the sofa. Someone might be able to see her tits and could certainly see the way her shoulders were quivering, the way her face dissolved with lust as she finger-fucked herself, and the way that she panted and moaned when she came. It would be obvious that she was giving herself a hand job, no doubt of that.

She glanced towards the neighbors' house to see if they were at home. Just as she did so, the neighbors' car pulled out of the garage and moved down the driveway. Sarah Lee could see that both of the neighbors were in the car, and she breathed a sigh of relief. With no one in the house next door, she could finger-fuck herself without any worry of being observed.

Cupping her cunt, but not moving yet, she waited until the car had turned at the corner, trailing a plume of light exhaust in its wake. She took a deep breath and was just about to commence rubbing her hot cunt with both hands.

Sarah Lee's pretty face contorted with lust, her expression changing to a mask of desire.

But Sarah Lee, horny as she was, should have known better than that, for the best intentions in the world melt like soft wax in the fiery heat of an inspired cunt.

CHAPTER TWO

The baseball game had degenerated into a farce because a remarkable spectator had wandered onto the field. The spectator was a girl named Sue Tumble and, although she had no interest whatsoever in baseball, she was very interested in the boys who played the game. And they were paying more attention to the girl than they were to the ball.

Their own balls got hard as baseballs. Their virile pricks were like baseball bats, ready to drive creamy fungos to hairy fields.

Sue Tumble, unlike Sarah Lee Roland, did not give a damn about her reputation and was well known as a girl who would spread her lithe young legs for just about anyone, just about anywhere and at most any time.

She was a pert, slender teenage girl, experienced beyond her years. She wore her red hair in a pony tail and had a few freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose, so that she looked cute rather than sexy – from the neck up.

But her body was pure dynamite.

Her firm young tits pushed out demandingly and she left the top few buttons of her blouse undone, so that her creamy cleavage could be seen rolling together in a soft canyon. Her skirt was so short that it was scarcely more than a fringe around her crotch.

She'd been a tomboy before she became a tramp, and her legs were muscular from athletic endeavors, her ass tight and thrusting her hips limber. Her loins were a cock box, plain and simple. Her hands were cock clamps, her mouth a cum sack, even her asshole, it was rumored, was not inclined to refuse admission to a prick.

It was little wonder that when Sue Tumble wandered over to watch, the baseball game lost its fascination for the lusty young players.

Sue stood beside first base for a moment, chewing gum with a steady jaw clamping and smiling at the players. Then she hiked herself nimbly up on the fence, just as if she were interested in watching the play. She perched there with her knees apart.

Not a man on the team, not even the outfielders, failed to be aware of the fact that Sue Tumble wore no panties under her short skirt.

Her red-haired pussy glowed like a burning bush. Her slit was open and wet, running through her hairy cunt like a sluggish river through a forest fire.

Her smile left no doubt that she knew just what effect she was having on the game and the players – her lack of panties was not an accident.

The pitcher threw several balls into the dirt. The batter swung at them, anyhow. He didn't make contact, of course, and that was just as well, for all nine men on the field were staring at Sue Tumble's cunt and would never have fielded the ball.

Sarah Lee Roland's brother, Ernie, was the third baseman and as he crouched beside the bag, his big cock pushed out like a pointer directing the way across the infield toward Sue.

Ernie was as horny as his sister. It ran in the family.

Like his sister, Ernie was still a virgin, but he had had a bit more experience than Sarah Lee. He had felt up several girls and finger-fucked a couple more. Once a generous lass had jacked him off in the shadows behind the ice skating rink, on a night so cold that Ernie's cum had been a frozen, lump even before it hit the ground, where it shattered like brittle ice. But he had never gotten into a cunt with his cock, and as he gazed at Sue Tumble, he became optimistic.

The inning finally ended – on a strike out, for the batter's cock was bigger than his bat by that time, and threw him off balance as he swung. The players all wandered over to the fence, ending the contest by tacit agreement.

Sue smiled happily at being the object of so much attention as they clustered around her. She kept her legs apart.

Their boys dropped their baseball gloves so that, stooping to retrieve them, they could look directly up her skirt and into that flaming cunt.

Ernie, bolder than his comrades, spoke first. "I never knew that you were a baseball fan, Sue," he said to the girl.

"Oh, sure," she said, with a wicked glint in her green eyes. "I like the balls and bats."

"You want to play?" he asked.

She thought about it, chewing gum and grinning.

"I might," she said.

"What position do you play?"

"I'm a catcher," she said.

She squirmed a little, so they could see that she had the right equipment for it.

"I never dropped a ball yet," she added. Then, giggling, "I emptied plenty, though." Eighteen cocks swelled up and eighteen sets of balls expanded like balloons. They were more like basketballs than baseballs, by this time, as the lusty young fellows realized that Sue Tumble was as naughty as they had heard.

"You want to mess around some?" Ernie asked.

"Okay," she said, making no bones about it.

Clustering around her, the boys began to feel her up, rubbing her thighs and tits. Ernie began to finger her cunt.

"Ummm," she said. But then she frowned. "Listen, fellas, I ain't gonna fuck eighteen guys at once. I mean, I may be a tramp, but I ain't that bad. A girl could get a really awful reputation if she let eighteen guys gang-bang her."

That was true and the boys nodded.

"I might fuck three or four of you," she said.

The boys looked at one another with a competitive urge, each wondering if he would be one of the lucky ones.

"I suppose I could jerk off five or six, too," she added, keeping their interest up.

The boys milled about, each trying to get his cock positioned within range of the randy girl.

There was no room for all eighteen pricks and a great deal of jostling went on as they fought for position like basketball players waiting for a rebound.

A shortstop, unable to restrain himself, whipped open his fly and hauled his cock out.

Sue folded her fist around it instantly.

When the other boys saw this, they all hastened to pull their pricks out so that, in a moment, the girl was surrounded by several cocks, all pointed at her.

Ernie was in the best position right in front of the girl, with his finger stuck up her cunt. His big prick rubbed against the inside of her knee. When Sue saw the size of the boy's cock, she gave a little wail of delight and her tongue slipped across her lower lip.

But she did not handle Ernie's cock. Ernie, she had instantly determined, was going to be one of the lucky ones that she would save for her pussy.

But, not realizing this, Ernie was frustrated at having his cock neglected. He began pushing his middle finger up her cunt hole steadily, while his thumb massaged her stiff clit. He rubbed his cockhead against the inside of her thigh, leaving a slimy trail of spunk on her smooth skin.

Sue had the shortstop's prick in her left hand and she wrapped her right hand around a left fielder's cock. She began pumping both cocks up and down, holding them close to her hips as she balanced herself on the fence.

She closed her legs.

Ernie, for a terrible instant, thought that she was clamping her thighs together to prevent him from fingering her pussy, but then he realized that she had clamped those sweet legs around his prick. He began to hump vigorously, driving his cock up and down through the friction of her slick thighs.

"Don't come," she told him.

He looked at her sadly, thinking she didn't want him to come on her skirt.

But then she smiled and said, "Don't waste it, Ernie. I want all that hot, thick jism up my pussy."

Ernie almost fainted with joy. He knew that he would be unable to stop himself from shooting if he remained where he was, humping between the legs. Reluctantly, but knowing it was best, he pulled his prick away and stepped back, determined to bide his time.

A first baseman instantly took Ernie's place directly in front of Sue. His cock, not nearly as large as Ernie's, but every bit as hard and hot, began to slide up and down through her clamped thighs.

The center fielder opened her blouse and began to fondle her tit, reaching out with his arms extended, as if chasing down a long fly ball.

The second baseman fell greedily upon her other tit, fielding the firm globe sure handedly.

The catcher was squeezing her ass from behind and the pitcher was clawing at her cunt, his wrist twisting just as if he were hurling a screwball as he shoved his stiff fingers up her sodden pussy hole to the knuckles.

Cunt juice poured down her crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass. Slippery pussy cream dripped onto the fence.

Sue had started to pant and moan with pleasure as so many hands pawed her body. Her hands worked steadily, going up and down like twin pistons in a two-stroke engine as she jerked merrily away with a prick in both hands.

The shortstop shot first. His cum arched high into the air, the wad turning over like a fly ball, gleaming like ivory in the sunlight, and came splashing down on Sue's thigh. He staggered away, his knees turned to fluid, as if he had blown all his vitality out through his prick.

The right fielder hastened to slide his cock into the vacated hand and Sue began pumping him instantly, so that she didn't even miss a stroke as the cocks changed in her grip. Her hand was slippery with the shortstop's spunk now, and flew easily up and down on the new cock.

The left fielder spurted a slimy geyser past her hip. It splattered on the catcher's mask. That stout lad was kneeling behind her, crouching as catchers do and massaging her juicy ass with both gnarled hands. When the jism hit him in the face mask, he jumped back.

Sue jerked off six lucky lads, three with each hand, while Ernie lingered in the background. Ernie was delighted at having been chosen as one of the fucking squad, but temporarily in agony, with his cock neglected while his teammates got their rocks off so happily. He knew how a pinch hitter must feel as he waits to enter the game at a crucial point, with the bases loaded and the game on the line. He had one hand wrapped around the hilt of his prick, not pumping it – for he had no intention of jacking himself off when there was hot pussy waiting – but merely swinging it the way he would have a bat in the on-deck circle as he waited for the magic moment.

His cockhead was flowing with juices. As he whipped his cock from side to side, creamy plumes and slimy banners flowed from the knob.

Then Sue's wrists and forearms got tired.

"Sorry, guys," she said, looking a trifle sheepish. "I can't do any more jerking off right now."

The unjerked boys crowded around, moaning and whining, pleading and gazing longingly at the girl. She shook her weary hands. Cum sprayed from them. She winked at Ernie.

"Time for some fucking," she said.

"Yeah!" he said, with enthusiasm.

The other boys glared at him, envious, jealous and annoyed. They could clearly see that Ernie had the largest cock among them and that he had been chosen for cock size, rather than any skill. And it didn't seem fair.

Ernie moved toward the girl. He was filled with joy at the realization that he was about to get his first piece of ass. But then he paused, his eager prick looking like a battering ram in front of his loins.

He knew that all seventeen of the others were going to be hovering around, watching him, studying his technique, urging him to hurry and make room for the next cock. That thought didn't please him in the least. After all, he thought, a guy's first fuck ought to be a private matter. It ought to be sort of romantic. Or, at least, comfortable.

It seemed a shame that he was going to have to lose his cherry in a muddy field, with two baseball teams watching. Why! He might even be too nervous and embarrassed to make a good job of it! That thought terrified him. It would be far worse than dropping a pop up, worse than striking out with the bases loaded. But his balls were more loaded than any bases could ever be and he just had to fuck this generous girl.

Then Ernie got an idea.

Sue had slipped down from the fence and was waiting for Ernie to come to her, but the boy hesitated. He knew that his teammates were going to bate him for what he was going to do, but it seemed a small price to pay.

He said, "Why don't we go back to my house, Sue?"

She raised her eyebrows.

"We can fuck in a real bed there."

The idea excited the girl. Although sexy Sue Tumble had fucked dozens of boys, she had never been fucked in a bed. She had been fucked in the back seats of cars, on blankets in the woods, under the bleachers during a football game and in a toilet at the dancehall, but she had never been bedded.

Now she hesitated.

"My parents aren't home," Ernie said. "We'll have the house to ourselves."

Sue was undecided. On the other hand, she very much liked the idea of getting fucked in a bed. On the other hand, there were still eleven unemptied pricks and she was loath to go off with one boy when she could have the even dozen.

But then she looked at Ernie's cock and saw that it was by far the largest that she had ever encountered. She figured that she would be silly to turn down quality for quantity.

She chomped on her gum and grinned.

"Okay," she said.

And so it was, with seventeen boys glaring at them, Ernie and Sue walked off together, hand in hand.

CHAPTER THREE

It was true that both Sarah Lee and Ernie Roland were naughty, oversexed children, but they came by it honestly, via heredity.

Their parents were worse. Jack Roland was a satyr. Barbara Roland was a nymphomaniac. Together, like Jack Sprat and his wife, they managed to lick the platter clean.

It was, in its fashion, a good marriage. Both being oversexed, they were able to take care of each other proficiently and sufficiently.

Neither would have been well suited by a spouse with a normal sex drive, but both being oversexed, they were nicely coupled.

They also shared a liberal, free-thinking outlook on carnal affairs and thus infidelity was a part of their marriage – a part more exciting than annoying, providing a thrill without any bothersome recriminations. If jealousy arouse, it was only to the extent of providing a tingle of lust, playing the aphrodisiac rather than being a bone of contention.

They were partial to threesomes. Sometimes they took another girl to bed with them. At those times, Barbara manifested her sexual ambiguity by doing a bit of cunt sucking, which got Jack so excited that he threw a superfuck into the lucky third person.

And sometimes they took another man. That made Jack even hotter watching his beautiful wife get fucked by a stranger or gazing lovingly at her face as her mouth went up and down on a fat prick. When the cum spurted into her throat and bubbled, overflowing, from her sweet lips, he would pound his cock into Barbara with gusto.

They were in the mood for a threesome today.

But the presence of the children at home made that a touch-and-go proposition. They loved the kids and all that, but sometimes they wished that they could have the house to themselves so that they could fuck strangers whenever the opportunity arose, whenever a hot pussy or a stiff prick came upon the scene.

It was all right during the school terms, when the kids were gone all day. Jack was self-employed and could leave his office whenever he chose. It was amazing how many opportunities showed up at the door of a suburban home.

Barbara fucked and sucked gardeners, newspaper delivery boys, salesmen and plumbers. Sometimes when a likely fellow appeared, she would seduce him alone remembering all the juicy details so that she could tell her husband all about it when he got home. That never failed to inspire an enormous hard-on in the man.

And sometimes she would start the seduction, then ask the man to wait while she telephoned Jack. He would rush home to join in the fun and games, which usually made the third party a bit nervous at first. But that never lasted for long when he saw that Jack was enjoying it more than he was.

Other times, Jack might pick up a lewd lady during his lunch hour or at his office and bring her home, where both he and his wife could take turns pleasuring her.

Barbara loved to suck pussy – she loved anything and everything about sex. She loved it even more when her dear husband was watching and his big cock was starting to throb from the visual stimulation. She loved to watch that thick prick push into another woman's cunt, after her nimble tongue had made the slot juicy. She took great pleasure in licking Jack's balls while he fucked someone else, knowing that she would get plenty of fucking, in turn.

And they had discovered that most women, heterosexual or not, are more willing to eat a cunt when it is presented to them in the proper fashion.

So Jack and Barbara Roland were well suited for each other and had a happy, marriage.

Barbara looked a great deal like an older version of her daughter, the same blonde hair and big blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her tits were wide and more womanly and her ass was the same teardrop shape, larger but not too large. At thirty-eight years of age, she remained a doll.

Jack was forty, trim and fit, and his cock was a massive slab of meat. It was one of the things that had attracted Barbara to him in the first place. Jack didn't look much like their son, Ernie, but he did have that one crucial attribute – a huge cock.

The couple had met seventeen happy years ago at a gang-bang.

Jack had been one of the bangers and Barbara had been the bangee. It was during a drunken brawl at his fraternity house. One of his friends tad met Barbara somewhere and brought her back to the house where, in due course, she had put out for seven or eight of the lusty brotherhood.

Jack had been last in line. It hadn't been intended that way, and at least six more of the college boys were eagerly awaiting their turn between those shapely thighs. As soon as Barbara had gotten a look at Jack's monstrous cock, she last interest in the others. Jack fucked her once and politely moved aside for the next in line, but Barbara had hauled him back, sucked his cock up to a brand new erection, and fucked him again.

They worked so well together that they both knew they had met the right partner. Jack fucked her three times and got her telephone number before she left. When he phoned her the next day, she was surprised.

"I didn't expect you to call," she told him. "Most guys don't phone a girl after she's been gang-banged."

"Most guys are silly," he said.

He picked her up in his battered old car and they fucked and had dinner. And sucked and went to a movie. And fucked again. By the time the evening had drawn to a close, they realized that they were made for each other. A few weeks later he asked her to marry him, but Barbara had hesitated.

"I love you, Jack," she said. "But I have to be honest with you. I would never want to hurt you. And I don't think that I'd ever be happy with one man – even with a man with a wonderful prick like you."

He grinned.

"That's okay," he said.

Barbara had been amazed.

"You mean you wouldn't mind if I fucked other men after we were married?"

"Not at all," he assured her. "As long as you told me about it afterwards. It's not being unfaithful unless you deceive me."

"What a wonderful man you are."

"In fact," he said, grinning, gazing at her. "I'd love to watch you fuck other men."

"And you could fuck other girls, too," she said.

"Of course."

"Fair is fair."

"And we could share."

At that time, Barbara had never made love with another woman, but the moment he suggested it, her mouth began to water for the taste of pussy. She soon found out that it tasted every bit as delicious as she had hoped.

And so they had wed, the two children had come along and they had shared a wonderful sex life along the way. They found that they were satisfied with one another and therefore had no driving urge to bring strangers into their beds, and that worked out very nicely. They fucked other people when the situation arose, but felt no driving urge to go looking for those occasions, which made things nice and easy.

On this particular Saturday morning, however, Barbara was in a very horny mood. She had awakened before Jack. He was sleeping on his back and his cock was standing straight up, holding the sheet up like a tent. Barbara had smiled happily and slipped down to take that tasty prick into her mouth, sucking on it lazily and languidly. She expected Jack to wake up soon and fuck her.

But Jack slept on, moaning softly in his sleep.

It occurred to Barbara that she was probably causing him to enjoy a wet dream, and that thrilled her. She decided to suck him off.

She started sucking more vigorously then, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue sweeping back and forth against the underside of his swollen cockhead and thick stalk, her lips and cheeks pulling eagerly on his cock.

He cried out in his dream world.

His prick swelled so much that it filled her whole mouth, pushing her cheeks out on both sides and lodging in her gullet.

Barbara sucked away with enthusiasm, for she dearly loved a drink of jism and, soon enough, Jack's mighty cock exploded, filling her mouth with the precious juice of lust. She gulped it down joyfully and continued to work on him until she had emptied his balls and drained his cock to the bone.

Then he woke up. He was confused for a moment, and then he saw his cum smeared on her lips and, realizing that she had sucked him off as he slept, he had embraced her gratefully.

His cock, an ever-ready sort of tool, began to get hard and hot again.

But then the children had woke up and ruined the mood. Barbara was a noisy fuck, unable to do it in silence. They didn't think it would be proper to fuck up a storm while the kids were running about, able to hear the sounds of fucking coming from their parents' bedroom.

Jack promised to throw a long, lovely fuck into her as soon as they were alone.

Barbara enjoyed the pleasure of anticipating that, but she was already horny. Her lust had been greatly inspired by the cocksucking and cum drinking she had already enjoyed, and so her pleasure was modified by the urgency of her needs.

She was still horny when they went shopping. As she pushed the cart down the corridors of the supermarket, she felt as if her cunt was on fire between her legs. She could feel it glowing and hear it squish. Standing in line at the check-out counter, she brushed her lithe hip against Jack.

"I sure hope the kids have gone out," she whispered.

Jack realized how much his lovely wife needed some cock and he was still feeling loving and grateful toward her for giving him a blow job while he slept.

He said, "I'll tell you what, why don't we check into a motel for the afternoon?"

"Oh! What a good idea!"

"We can phone home and tell the brats that we got tied up somehow."

Barbara was beaming, her lovely face aglow with the joyful expectation of an afternoon of uninterrupted fucking.

They paid the bill and the girl packed the groceries into a cardboard box. A young man was waiting to carry the load out to the car. He was about eighteen years old, with sandy hair tall and slim and the bulge in the front of his tight jeans was quite apparent.

He went out ahead of them and Barbara gazed lustfully at his tight, trim ass and narrow hips. Jack noticed her interest and grinned.

"Fancy him, do you?" he asked. Barbara looked demure, lowering her eyelashes.

But she said, "He is adorable. I haven't fucked a boy that young in ages."

"Shall we?"

"Oh! Do you think we should?"

"Why not? You were so nice to me this morning, you deserve a treat."

"Oh, I'd love to. I really am so horny today. But suppose he doesn't want me?"

"Don't be absurd."

Barbara smiled. She knew full well that any man would want her. "But we can't just come right out and ask him if he'll fuck me, darling."

"Leave it to me," said her understanding husband.

CHAPTER FOUR

Buck Harris worked weekends in the supermarket, saving up his money to buy a used car. Buck was just a teenager and didn't know for sure if he was a virgin or not. He had done some pretty heavy petting with a couple girls and it wasn't so easy to tell where the line was drawn.

For instance, he had gotten Becky Smith's panties off, got his prick out and humped her between the legs, but he hadn't actually pushed his big cock into her pussy. He had slid it up and down her crotch, so that his cockhead and stalk ran along her slit, rather than penetrating. Still, her cunt lips had been spread wide open, so that even on those sliding thrusts, his tock had been a little bit inside of her cunt. He had also put his cockhead inside her pussy and rubbed it around in her slippery slot, churning her cunt with his prick as if he were stirring a thick stew with a meaty ladle. His fat cockhead even clashed against her stiff clit once. So he had been in a cunt – sort of. But when he was ready to blow his wad, he came on those right angle strokes. His cockhead had pushed up from between her thighs, just as if it had been her own sexual organ emerging from her hairy pussy. His spunk had spurted straight up in the air and then fallen back to splatter like quicksilver on her belly, the nuggets of jism running all over her smooth flesh.

Buck figured that made him a half-virgin and he was looking forward eagerly to losing the other half of his cherry.

As he stood outside the counters, waiting to carry the groceries to the car, his cock began to stiffen.

He was gazing at Barbara Roland.

Although he was a year older than Ernie and three years older than Sarah Lee, Buck knew who both of them were and, therefore, who Barbara was.

If Barbara and Jack had realized that the boy recognized them, they would never have dared to use him as part of a threesome, for fear that it might get back to the ears of their children.

But, to them, Buck was a stranger. And a desirable one.

And Buck, for his part, was thinking that Barbara Roland was about, the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

Sarah Lee was plenty sexy and Buck had often thought about her while he was beating his meat. Now he noticed how much her mother looked like her, in spite of himself, he began to get a hard-on. He hoped that they didn't notice.

It never dawned on the boy that a big hard-on was just what Sarah Lee's mother wanted to be delivered along with the groceries, and that Jack Roland, far from having any objections, was eager to watch his beautiful, oversexed life perform with this virile young fellow.

He hefted the box, holding it low down in front of his body so that it would cover his hard-on. He walked ahead of them to the parking lot and waited while Jack opened the trunk of the car. He put the box in.

Straightening, he turned slightly away, so that they would not notice the lump in his jeans, but that defeated his purpose, for by doing so he gave Barbara a profile of his prick as it stood out against his lean loins. Her eyes widened and she smiled. She glanced at her husband, hopefully.

She had no idea how Jack planned to make the arrangements, but she had every confidence in his cleverness. She knew full well that Jack liked watching her fuck other men every bit as much as she liked to do it.

Pushing his hands in his pockets, Buck nodded and started to return to the market.

"Wait a moment, young man," Jack said.

Buck paused, expecting a tip and wondering how to accept it without taking a hand from his pocket and thereby releasing his hard-on.

"I wonder if you could come with us and unload the groceries at our motel?"

Buck looked puzzled. The boy knew that the Rolands lived in town and wondered why they were staying at a motel.

Jack misinterpreted that hesitation.

"I have a slipped disk in my back," he said, by way of explaining why he couldn't handle the box.

"I guess so," Buck said.

He earned more from tips than the supermarket paid him and he figured to get a good tip out of this extra service. He still wondered about the motel. But there could be any number of reasons for that, he knew. Maybe they were having the house painted, or the air conditioning had broken or something. Maybe they were having a party and didn't want to disturb the neighbors. Maybe – his cock leaped at the thought – maybe they were on a second honeymoon!

"What motel is it, sir?"

"Errr, we haven't actually checked in, yet. We're from out of town, you see. Total strangers here. Perhaps you could recommend a motel?"

"Well, there's the Slumber Inn. That's just down the street a couple blocks. But they don't have cooking facilities there."

"That doesn't matter."

Now the lad was more confused than ever. He said, "If you ain't gonna cook, how come you bought all this food?"

Jack saw his blunder. But Jack was a quick thinking fellow, especially when it came to arranging to get his wife some strange prick, and he paused only for a moment.

"Oh, we always shop here in town. The food is cheaper than – than where we come from."

Now Buck was intrigued. What were they up to? Why on earth should they bother to lie to him? Well, he guessed he would soon find out. He nodded in agreement.

Jack said, "Do you have to tell the store manager that you will be gone for a while?"

"Naw. It's only down the street, I won't be gone very long."

Barbara and Jack shared a secret grin.

Jack opened the door on the passenger side and Barbara slid gracefully in. Her skirt rode up on her sleek thighs and her trim ass brushed against the leather seat. Buck started to open the back door.

"Oh, you might as well sit in front, young man," Jack said.

Buck got in next to Barbara. She had made no attempt to pull her skirt down and he could see her lovely legs almost up to her crotch. He gulped. His hard-on was aching painfully as he bent it by sitting. Jack went around and got behind the wheel.

"What's your name?" Barbara asked. "Buck," he said.

"I'm Barbara. And my husband is Jack." Buck started to tell them that he knew who they were, but some premonition warned him that it might be to his advantage to keep that to himself. He could see that there was more to this than met the eye – and at the moment, plenty of sexy thigh was meeting his eye.

Jack started the car and drove off slowly. Barbara rolled slightly, pressing her lush hip against Buck's leg, moving far more than the steady, smooth motion of the luxurious car warranted.

Jack stared straight ahead, trying not to stare at her legs. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Barbara was looking around, as a stranger to the town might well do.

But Buck knew she was no stranger. And he was well aware that, as she turned, her lithe body twisting at the waist, she was rubbing her fat tits against his arm. He glanced sideways to see if her husband had taken notice of the situation.

Jack was smiling but looking ahead, both hands on the steering wheel. Buck saw, although not quite sure why, that Jack was sweating as much as he was.

"Oh, look! What's that?" Barbara asked. Her hand dropped onto Buck's taut thigh as she spoke, as if to get his attention.

His muscles leaped under her hand.

"Why, it's only the fire station," he said.

"How remarkable!" said Barbara, her hand remaining on his leg.

"There's the motel," Buck said. His voice almost broke.

He was a very confused young fellow by this time, realizing that something very strange was afoot and yet hardly daring to believe that this beautiful woman was hot for him. He had heard about horny housewives who liked to fuck young men and, if she had been alone, he would have figured that was the case with Barbara. But her husband was with them. Buck had never heard about threesomes!

Jack pulled into the motel and left the motor running as he got out.

"Wait here," he said. "I'll get us a room and then we can unload the groceries."

Why in hell should they unload them in a room where they couldn't cook them? Buck wondered. Why not leave them in the trunk until they got home? The only logical answer was that they wanted to get him into the motel room. But why?

Jack walked over to the office.

"He doesn't limp," said Buck.

"Why should he limp?" Barbara asked. Her hand was still on his leg and it was moving now, just slightly, rubbing up and down and going a little bit higher with every stroke.

"Why, his bad back," Buck stammered.

"Oh, yes. Well, it doesn't trouble him unless he tried to lift a box of groceries." Barbara smiled with a sudden clever thought.

"Or fuck," she added.

"Huh?"

"My husband can't fuck with his bad back."

Buck blushed bright red. "Gee, that's too bad," he said.

"It certainly is," said Barbara, sounding a bit wistful. "Especially since I am a very loving woman. It's terribly frustrating for me."

"I should guess," the boy said, and this time his voice did break.

"Yes. I like to fuck at least twice a day, you know."

"Em – no, I didn't know that."

She giggled. "Of course you didn't. But you do now."

Buck didn't know what to say. All his intelligence seemed to have seeped, along with his pounding blood, into his swollen prick.

"But it could be worse," she said.

"How's that, Ma'am?"

"Oh, call me Barbara, please, Buck."

"Barbara," he said, obediently.

"It isn't really so bad because my husband is very understanding about things. Do you know what I mean?"

"Errr…"

She leaned closer,. Her hand was almost up to his crotch now, her plump tit brushed against his arm and her breath was sweet as it wafted into his face. Her blue eyes were glinting as if lighted by some fire inside her skull.

"He realized that I need sex. He doesn't mind if I go to bed with other men – while he has this back condition."

"Oh, wow!"

"Does that shock you, Buck?"

"Yeah," he said.

Her eyes teased him.

"It's not really wicked," she said. "If a young man takes me to bed, they are doing both my husband and myself a favor – and they always enjoy it themselves."

"I'll bet!" he said, with feeling.

"If you were to fuck me, say so."

Buck almost fainted. So that was it! They were kinky! He didn't believe that shit about a bad back for a moment. They were just a couple kinky perverts! But Buck was quite willing to go along with that. It was a good thing that he hadn't let on that he knew who they were! He realized that they might have been reluctant to have fun and games with someone who knew their children.

"Why, I'm sure you would enjoy it, Buck." Buck nodded doubtfully, still not certain, wondering if this sexy woman might not be a cockteaser, playing some terrible game at his expense.

"And I know I would," she said.

His Adam's apple surged up his throat. His vocal cords felt as taut and as hard as his cock and he couldn't trust himself to speak.

"And it would get me in a good mood so that I'd be kind to my husband, instead of shouting at him furiously because he can't fuck me. You see? It's good for all three of us."

"Is that why – why we came to this motel?" he croaked, turning to stare at her and seeing her through a misty haze as his vision blurred with desire.

"If you are willing," she said.

"I – jeez, yeah! If you're sure that your husband won't get mad…"

Her hand shifted right onto his crotch then. Cupping his fat cock and swollen balls, she purred with happy expectation.

Jack returned from the motel office, swinging a key in his hand and looking happy as a pig in shit.

"I guess we don't really need to haul that box of groceries in, huh?" said Buck.

Barbara gave him a sweet smile.

"The only thing I want to haul right now, Buck – is your cock," she said.

Buck almost came in his pants.

CHAPTER FIVE

Jack slid behind the wheel and moved the car down to the unit he had rented.

"I explained things to Buck," Barbara said. "Oh?"

"He understands about how you can't fuck with that slipped disk in your back, darling."

Jack blinked, then grinned. His wife was getting every bit as clever as he was about arranging things, he thought.

Buck sat upright and stiff, looking stunned.

His prick was bigger and hotter and harder than he had ever known it to be before, even on that memorable occasion when he had almost fucked Becky Smith's cunt.

Barbara's hand still cupped his bloated balls.

And Jack, looking down, smiled his approval.

Seeing that smile, Buck realized that it was actually going to happen, that he was going to fuck Sarah Lee's mother! Buck stood in the center of the room, afraid to move or to speak. He was very much aware of the king-sized bed.

There was a moment of embarrassed silence but it passed quickly. All three were too horny to worry about the delicacy of the situation. Jack made the first move. He drew a comfortable chair up beside the bed and sat down, just like a spectator preparing to watch a sporting event from a comfortable box. He smiled and nodded.

Barbara stood beside the bed and began to take her clothing off. Buck gaped at her, wondering if he should make some move at this point.

But she said, "Just watch me, Buck. Watch me undress, look at what you're getting. Let me feel your hot eyes running over my naked body."

She opened her blouse button by button. She shrugged it off her shoulders, thrusting her tits out with the same movement. Her tits were big and firm, rolling together and standing out pertly, needing no support. Her nipples were large and stiff, surrounded by aureoles as large as silver dollars, vibrant with desire.

She cupped those plump tits on both hands, pushing them together and lifting, as if offering them to the boy. Her thumbs swept back and forth across the stiff nipples, causing them to swell even more.

Buck took a tentative step toward her. But she shook her head, halting him. She drew the zipper down at the side of her skirt and let it drop. She wore very brief panties. Her legs were bare. Buck could see the mound of her pussy clearly as it pressed out against her tight bikini panties. He could see the stray cunt hairs and he noticed that the crotchband of her panties was dark with pussy juice.

She hooked her thumbs under the elastic band and drew the panties down very slowly, revealing her loins inch by precious inch and squirming her supple hips as she wriggled out of the tiny garment.

Naked, she posed for Buck.

Her cunt was big with curly hair almost as blonde as that on her head, a luxuriant, thick mass of tight coils at the base of her belly and the junction of her thighs.

She parted her legs and pushed her hips slightly forward so that Buck could see her pink cuntslit and clit as her crotch tilted up.

The boy groaned, dazed by passion.

Jack looked back and forth between them, gazing at his wife's magnificent body and then staring at the aroused youth, pleased to see how much the boy was being affected by the sight of heir naked pussy.

Jack's cock was ballooning mightily. It was cramped inside his trousers and he opened his fly and hauled it out, letting it stand naked above his lap. He didn't touch it, however. His massive prick was going to get plenty of use soon, and it was better to let it stew in its own juices for now.

Glancing at Jack's cock, Buck gulped. It was bigger than his cock, and his cock was big enough. Bigger than most. He hoped that he would prove adequate. A woman who was accustomed to a cock like Jack's might not be happy with a normal seven-inch prick, he thought. But she certainly looked happy.

Turning slowly, she let the boy admire her from all angles. With her back to him, she looked over her shoulder, smiling, and gave her hips a little jolt that tilted her teardrop ass at an angle. Turning sideways, she showed him her tits in profile. Coming back around, she ran her hand over her cunt, causing a ribbon of cunt juice to pour down the inside of her thigh.

Buck started to open his jeans.

"Oh! Let me do that," she whispered.

He stood rigid, fists clenched at his sides, teeth clenched in his mouth – and his cock clenched into an iron-hard fucking machine in his pants.

He hoped he didn't shoot his wad too soon, coming before she even touched him. He was so absolutely aroused that, it seemed a possibility, seemed that his prick, untouched, might just go off by its own volition, blowing great gouts of jism right through the material of his jeans and hosing the whole room down with his thick jets of cum.

Barbara moved toward him, sinuously, gracefully, her hips like coiled springs. Her eyes gleamed like those of a beast as it stalks its prey.

He was a tall boy. Barbara had to rise up onto her toes as she kissed him on the lips, lightly at first and then starting to grind her mouth on his urgently. She pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Buck sucked on it. His own tongue entwined with hers. When she withdrew, he went with her, pushing his tongue into her mouth in turn. She sucked on it. They swapped hot tongues back and forth for a long minute, touching nowhere else, only their mouths coupled for the moment.

Then she snuggled closer, her tits flattening against the boy's chest, the hot nipples branding him at widespread, flaring points as her lithe torso wriggled against his. His hands came up, stroking her smooth, naked flanks and she began to unbutton his shirt.

She drew the garment open, revealing his smooth, hard, hairless chest. Her mouth dragged away from his, moving down. She kissed his chin, his neck, his throat. Moving lower, she ran her lips and tongue over his chest, licking at his nipples. Buck had never realized that a woman kissing his chest could turn him on, but under Barbara's skillful attention, the youth began to tingle as greatly as if she were licking at his cock and balls. His face tilted down as he watched the golden mane of her head move against his chest. His hands were holding her just above the hips and now they moved up and cupped her full, firm tits. He began to massage the plump mounds and to pull on her taut nipples with his fingers and thumbs.

Watching this, Jack smiled happily. In some ways, he found it even more erotically stimulating to watch his wife gently seduce the boy like this than to watch her getting fucked. It brought a twinge of jealousy to the man, seeing how much Barbara was lusting for the boy and his massive prick began to pound and throb. It was standing up like a lighthouse from his crotch, the cockhead glowing just like a beacon, as if warning ships of the rocky shoals below.

Barbara slowly sank to her knees. She dipped her nimble tongue into Buck's belly button and kissed at his lean, hard belly.

His arms were straight down now, as he continued to cup her tits, holding them softly, pausing before he massaged and pawed them.

His face was strained by his passion, as if he had been lifting an enormous weight. His belly tensed. His cock seemed to be trying to tear a hole right through his blue jeans as it surged and thundered.

Barbara's lips fluttered on his smooth flesh, her golden head shifting from side to side, and her hands ran up his thighs, cupped his narrow hips, circled around hold his taut ass and draw his loins forwards. Th she unbuckled his belt.

Buck was light-headed with lust, as if so much blood had rushed into his cock that his brain was being starved of oxygen. He took a deep breath and, just as if his cock had taken over the function of his lungs, it swelled even more, inflating with pure lust.

Her own breath, billowing against his belly, felt like a blast of heated air from a furnace. She opened the snap at his waistband and then began to draw his zipper down. She pulled the tab down a few inches, then teasingly dragged it back up. She repeated the process, but slipped it down a bit further each time, and drew it up a bit less so that, inch by inch, she was opening his fly.

She jerked the zipper all the way down.

Buck was wearing white cotton shorts and his cock was pressing out in the front, stretching the elastic waistband away from his belly and straining the cotton to the breaking point. The shape of his cock was perfectly outlined in the white cotton, like the marble statue of a prick. But this was a living statue, churning and writhing with urgency.

Barbara sighed with pleasure as she gazed at his white-shrouded cock. She blew her hot breath over it, causing his cock to buck like a broncho.

Buck whimpered.

Jack, watching with bright eyes, wondered if his wife was going to suck the boy's cock. He hoped so!

Barbara glanced over her shoulder, smiling at her husband, looking at him so that he would know that he was apart of the scene. Even at a distance, she assured him that she was doing this for his pleasure, as well as for hers and the boy's.

"Watch, darling," she mouthed, silently.

She ducked in and placed her parted lips on Buck's cockhead, blowing on his heated flesh through the cotton.

Buck wailed as if in agony.

Barbara slipped her fingers under the elastic band and pulled his shorts out wide, beyond his thrusting prick, making room for the passage. Then she slowly drew them down, leaving his big cock standing high and mighty and stark naked right in front of her face.

She tugged the shorts down farther, exposing his bloated balls, like twin balloons between his legs. Bending, she drew the shorts from his feet and then came back up slowly, running her hot tongue up the arch of his calf and up the inner flesh of his thigh.

His prick hammered wildly and a film of spunk moistened his cockhead.

Barbara licked at the crease where his leg met his crotch and then, by-passing his cock and balls, lapped up to his belly again. Her tongue glided through his wiry cock hair and dipped down the other leg.

Buck put his hand behind her hand, urging her closer, afraid to make any demands and yet unable to resist.

She looked up at him, her face impish.

"Hummm?" she whispered.

His hand pulled at her head gently. "What?" she said, teasing the boy. "You – you know!"

"Do you wait me to take it in my mouth, Buck?"

He tried to speak. His vocal cords failed him. He nodded vigorously, instead.

"Shall I suck your sweet young prick, Buck?"

Buck moaned wordlessly.

Jack was leaning closer, his head thrusting out. His prick was so huge that, as he leaned over it, the cockhead almost brushed him under the chin.

"Buck?" she asked. "Are you a virgin?" Buck, who did not know if he was a virgin or not, had a pretty good idea that this wanton wife would like it better it he were.

"Y – yes," he gasped.

"Oh, my! I am in for a treat!"

She slid one hand, up and cupped his balls, squeezing the bloated bag lovingly, as if eager to ascertain how much cum was stored in the hairy sac.

She blew her breath onto his cockhead, causing it to glow bright red, just as if it were a heated ball of iron responding to a bellows.

"Have you ever had a blow job, Buck?" she asked, her voice quavering, her eyes fixed in fascination on the virginal prick so close to her lips.

"No," he croaked, truthfully.

He had begged Becky Smith to suck his cock, or even to give it a little lick, but Becky Smith had refused.

Now the prospect thrilled the horny lad even more than the thought of getting a fuck. He knew that, in time, he would meet plenty of girls willing to spread their legs for him, but he wasn't sure how many girls were willing to suck a cock. It was an experience that he didn't want to miss. He also knew from masturbating that he could come three or four times in a row and hoped that he might get a blow job and a fuck both from this kinky woman.

He shot a guilty glance at her husband.

But Jack was grinning, obviously hoping to watch his wife suck a cock as much as Buck was hoping to get his cock sucked – and as much as Barbara wanted to suck it.

"I think I'll suck you off," she whispered. "I'd love to make a virgin boy come in my mouth. I love to drink a boy's jism and milk him dry."

Buck groaned. He felt as if she had already sucked him dry, her words dragging every bit of life force from him – except for that demanding, vibrant force that was causing his prick to thunder and pulsate violently. His cockhead was flowing steadily now and the juices were pouring down the big triangular head and onto the fat stalk.

"Shall I blow his lovely prick, darling?" she asked, looking back at her husband.

As she turned her head, her cheek brushed against the head of Buck's prick. That flowing slab of cock left a creamy trail along her cheek. It glistened like the track of a snail.

"Ummmm? Would you like to watch me suck him off, Jack? Would you like, to see him come in my mouth and watch me swallow his thick, hot cum?"

Jack, his face beaded with big nuggets of sweat and his prick looming up like a great harpoon, nodded eagerly.

Barbara licked her lips.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," she said.

CHAPTER SIX

Barbara Roland truly loved a mouthful of hot cock and had often been told by grateful men that she gave the best head they had ever received, much to her delight.

She never rushed the job.

Although bringing a man off in her mouth was the culmination of the act, and the most enjoyable part, she was never in a hurry to reach that climax and liked to enjoy a long, leisurely feast of cock before the ultimate, creamy results.

Now she proceeded slowly, tantalizing the horny boy, teasing him and herself and her husband by the gradual fashion in which she approached the happy task.

She began to lick all around his cock and balls without actually making contact with either.

Her nimble tongue slipped up the insides of his thighs and swept over his belly and rustled through his thick cock hair like a soft, pink rodent through the undergrowth as she laved all around his meaty cock and swollen balls.

"Ummm, ummmm, ummmm," she whimpered.

She felt an actual, physical hunger for the young man's tasty cock. Her tongue was tingling, her tastebuds aroused, her mouth watering for that hot prick.

She was abandoned to passion now, half-crazed by the lust that surges up when a devoted cocksucker is presented with a big, suckable cock.

Although she was enjoying the preliminary teasing, she could wait no longer. She felt that she simply had to have a taste of that succulent cock.

She used only her tongue, at first fucking it out, she tapped tentatively at the underside of his cockhead, at the sensitive spot where the thick, darkly veined shaft merged with the flaring wedge of the crown. She fluttered the tip of her tongue over his cock. His cum was dribbling down the slopes of his knob and her tongue gathered the delicious jism up.

Sitting back on her heels, she let the drops of cum slide around on her tastebuds for a moment, like a wine taster judging a fine vintage.

"Ummm, yummy," she whispered.

Her golden head ducked in again. She began to tongue his balls, loving the way his hard nuts jiggled around inside the hairy sac. She lifted his balls and swept her tongue under the sac. Then she began to lap up his cock with long, fluid strokes, running her tongue all the way from his balls to his cockhead with every long slurp. She lapped him that way a dozen times or more, then began to criss-cross her tongue back and forth as it rose and fell up his thick, pulsating cock.

Buck had begun to moan steadily, his eyes glazed and his throat surging as he fought for breath.

Jack was panting like a steam engine as he enjoyed the sight of his wife's hot tongue sliding over the boy's fiery cock and balls.

Once more she altered her movements. She used her lips now, tilting her head sideways and fitting her parted mouth around the underside of his cock and running her lips up and down the stalk as if she were playing a meaty flute.

Buck began to hump, fucking up and down through her pursed lips, not in her mouth yet, but with every confidence that he would wind up there. She obviously wanted to drink his jism every bit as much as he wanted to feed it to her.

Then, arching her neck gracefully, she rose up and fitted her lips on the tip of his prick.

Buck went rigid.

He was frozen by ecstasy as he realized that the moment was at hand. His loins were pushed forwards, his legs slightly spread, his narrow ass taut with potential energy. His head was tilted down as he gazed at the woman who knelt before him. He looked at his big cock, rising up to her face like some great, meaty cable mooring her mouth to his balls like a ship to a dock.

Barbara kissed the weeping tip of his prick.

Her soft, moist lips fluttered over his fiery cockhead, kissing lightly at first, then more passionately. Cum drooled from his cockhead, slipping onto those sweet, soft lips like melted ivory onto red velvet.

Her tongue slid across, gathering those succulent drops of cum into her mouth. Her lips parted. Her head bobbed slowly down.

She began to take him into her mouth, very slowly, prolonging the joy of the initial contact as her head went down inch by inch over his throbbing cockhead. That great slab of cock vanished into her mouth little by little, her lips spreading around it, tight as a collar compressed lovingly over his cockhead.

She was purring like a cat at a cream bowl. Her breath and that happy, rumbling sound vibrated down his taut prick and tingled against his balls, causing them to ripple and swell.

"Oh!" the boy gasped, beside himself with the wondrous sensation, the thrill driving through him as if it had been hammered in – spikes and nails of joyful feeling pounded through his flesh and piercing his very spirit.

Only half of his cockhead and none of his shaft was in her mouth, but already the horny youth was experiencing the greatest thrill he had ever known.

Hearing that gasp of pure pleasure, Barbara smiled happily, pleased to know that she was bringing the boy such delight. The realization increased her own pleasure in the act and made the mouthful all the more desirable. Her lips turned up as she smiled around his cockhead and her tongue began to glide around under the knob, swooping and curling. Ribbons of cum streamed down onto her tongue and trickled back into her cheeks and gullet.

She sighed, "Ahhhhhh…"

Then his whole cockhead slipped into her mouth and her lips clamped tightly closed around the thick shaft, just below the bulging wedge of his cockhead.

Holding only his cockhead in her mouth, so that his stalk stood out like a great bolt between her lips and his balls, she began to suck steadily on his big, hot, dripping prick. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked and billowed out as she blew down his cock. Her face was a sinful mask of pure lust.

Although Buck was not coming yet, his sturdy young prick was flowing so heavily that a less experienced cocksucker might have supposed that he was coming already. Heavy gouts and spurts came from his cockhead. Barbara drank some. The rest, mingled with her saliva, overflowed her lips and trickled down his iron hard cock, pooling at his balls.

She looked at her husband.

Jack was almost hypnotized by lust as he watched his wife give head to the eager lad. He was staring at her lips, seeing the way they unfolded around the boy's fat prick and thrilled at the sight of the boy's jism as it streamed down his cock. The hot, thick love juice was bubbling out onto his wife's tongue before it escaped and ran down his prick.

When Barbara glanced at him, he gave her a smile of compliance and encouragement. When her eyes gazed back at the cock before her, that smile remained fixed idiotically on Jack's face, his countenance frozen into immobility, the muscles that controlled his expression as taut and stiff as his prick.

Jack guessed that, all things considered, there was nothing more thrilling than the sight of his lovely wife with a mouthful of creaming cock. If it was kinky or perverted to enjoy such a sight, that was just too bad. It was far too wonderful to forego simply to comply with the labels society placed upon it.

His breath steaming out like a locomotive, the man leaned closer as he enjoyed the voyeuristic thrill.

Now Barbara started to move lower on the boy's rampant prick, pushing her mouth down inch by inch and running his cockhead back into her throat. The wet, slippery sheath of her mouth lowered over his cock, descending toward his balls. His cock was not as large as her husband's and she knew that she would have no trouble taking every inch of his sweet prick into her throat. And she wanted every precious inch, too. Down she went, until his cockhead lodged in her throat and then, opening her gullet, she let the tip slip right down her throat. She had swallowed it all now. Every inch was buried in her mouth and his cock had disappeared.

Her nose nestled in the wiry field of his cock hair and her chin pressed against the swollen sac of his balls. She held that full penetration for a moment, enjoying the thrill of having a mouthful of cock. She wanted the youth to savor the sensation of having every inch of his horny young prick buried in a mouth.

She didn't use her hands. Her hands were on his flanks, holding his pelvis steady. She knew that she could bring him off faster if she frigged his prick while she sucked on it, jerking him off into her mouth, but she was in no hurry to end this pleasure. She wanted to do it all with tier lips and tongue and cheeks, without manual assistance.

He was a virgin!

The thought thrilled her every bit as much as the taste of his cock. The boy had never shot his cum into a woman and Barbara was going to be the lucky woman who drank his first load and it was as exciting psychologically as it was physically. Her mouth was watering so much that saliva poured onto his balls as she savored his prick and anticipated his cum.

She began to bob her head up and down. She rose up, lips compressed over the contours of his prick, until only his cockhead remained encased in her mouth, sucking and slurping lovingly on every inch.

Then she pushed down again, feeding it all into her ravenous mouth, while her nimble tongue switched and danced back and forth against the underside of his cockhead and shaft, tracing the swollen vein and fluttering under the knob.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Buck, gasping and sobbing, began to move. He humped, ass corkscrewing hips jolting as he fucked up into her descending face.

Barbara moved faster, her head going up and down as if she were bobbing for apples in a barrel, as if his balls were those elusive apples, barely evading her parted lips on the downward thrust.

His cock had ballooned out hugely now, filling her mouth chock full of prick. The cockhead was flowing so heavily that his preliminary cum was as abundant as the average man's complete load.

Like a delicious appetizer, that creamy hint of what was to come made the horny wife ravenous for more cum.

Her head heaved as she began to blow him faster, bobbing merrily up and down and folding her tongue into a moist, pink bridge over which the full length of his prick rode enroute to her gullet. She pulled up and with only the tip of his prick in her lips, spoke right down his cock as if it were a big, fleshy microphone.

"Come," she whimpered. She slid down, muffling her other words. Slurping up again, she said, "Come in my mouth. Cream for me. Pour all that thick, hot, creamy jism into my mouth, you adorable boy."

Her erotic words thrilled the boy every bit as much as the physical sensation. The knowledge that she was starving for his cum drove him to new heights of lust. He began to wail and groan as if in agony.

"Come, come, come," she urged.

Jack, watching, mouthed the words himself, almost pleading with the boy to blow his wad in Barbara's mouth so that he would have the joy of watching his wife swallow that jism.

Then Buck came. He howled in torment and his balls erupted.

Barbara felt the thick gout of cum push up his cock as she drew her lips up his shaft. She squealed and sucked harder and the head of his cock erupted with thick cream.

The load of cum filled her mouth to overflowing.

She greedily gulped the delicious jism down and sucked for more as he blew a second great spurt into her throat, hosing her tonsils and whitewashing her gullet.

Her golden head tilted as the great geyser rocketed into her mouth, causing her to gasp. But despite the amount of his cum, the greedy woman never missed a slurp, keeping a steady rhythm milking him off.

He poured a third stream of cum into her mouth, then three or four lesser spurts that trickled out onto her darting tongue rather than jetting out like the first three.

His balls were emptied. He slumped, drained, feeling as if his legs had turned hollow and his belly had become a void – as if she had sucked his guts out. His orgasm seemed to have started at his asshole and carried all his vitality along with it as it hosed out into her worshipping mouth.

Barbara kept sucking until she was sure that she had milked every precious drop of cum from his cock and balls. Then she drew her lips away slowly.

His cockhead popped from her lips like a cork from a bottle of champagne.

She sat back on her heels, gazing at the cock that she had just emptied. It remained stiff and upright, softening only slightly despite the ferocity of his climax, for he was a potent young man and one come did not finish him.

Barbara smiled happily as she realized that there was plenty of stiff prick left for her cunt even though she had drunk about a gallon of jism from it already.

She licked her lips, gathering up a few stray drops of cum that had overflowed. A thin, silvery trickle of jism had run down from the corner of her mouth to her chin. She lapped it up. Leaning in again, she used her nimble tongue to slurp up the stray jism that had escaped her mouth and run down onto the root of his cock and his balls.

Barbara looked up at his face, smiling.

"Jeez," he said.

She took it as an extraordinary compliment. She looked at her husband.

"Oh, that was nice," he whispered.

He rose from his chair, his movements awkward as the great weight of his prick threw him off balance. He staggered across to Barbara and knelt down, belly to belly with her. He kissed her lovingly on the lips. His huge cock plowed a deep furrow in her soft belly, from cunt to breastbone.

"I do love to watch you drink cum," he whispered.

"Ummm. It was delicious," she sighed.

Buck gasped, scarcely able to believe that a married couple could react this way to such a situation.

Barbara looked down at her husband's massive prick as it loomed up between them.

"Shall I take care of that, now?"

Jack hesitated. Glancing at the boy, he saw that Buck's cock was still hard as iron.

"I can wait," he said.

Barbara's blue eyes glowed like cobalt.

"Why don't you give Buck his first piece of ass, first, darling?" Jack suggested.

"Come over to the bed, honey," she said, moving to the bed.

Buck followed like a dog after a bitch in heat, his cock carving a passage before him just like the figurehead of a ship, pounding and throbbing through the full length. His balls were already beginning to recharge themselves with cum.

Jack moved over, ready to watch again.

"I want you to fuck me, Buck," said Barbara.

"Oh, yes! Oh, Mrs. Roland!" The boy, in his joy, had forgotten himself. It didn't register for a moment.

Barbara, eyeing the prick that would soon be stuffing her creamy cunt, sat on the bed and started to motion to him to join her. Then she blinked and frowned. She glanced over at Jack and saw that her husband had already realized what Buck had said.

"How – how did you know my name?" Barbara asked.

"Huh?" Buck said. He was thinking with his cock and balls now and did not realize he had let the cat out of the bag.

"My my. How did you know it?"

"Why, you told me."

"I told you my first name." He realized then. He blushed.

"How did you know who I was?" she demanded, worried now, glancing from Buck to Jack and back again with a terrible dread.

Averting his gaze and looking a bit sheepish, Buck blurted out, "Well – I got to school with Ernie and Sarah Lee!"

"Oh, my God!" Barbara gasped. Jack blanched.

Barbara said, "You, you won't tell anyone about what I did, will you, Buck? I'd simply die if my kids every found out I'd sucked off one of their classmates."

Buck shook his head vigorously. "Promise?"

"Honest to God," he said. "I wouldn't have the nerve to tell them, even if wanted to. I mean, how could a guy tell anyone that their mother had given him a blow job?"

There seemed some truth in that and Barbara and Jack relaxed a little, but they still looked worried.

Barbara said, "Maybe we had better leave now."

Buck looked sick.

"Jeez, I thought you were going to let me fuck you now?"

"Yes. But the situation has changed." Then Buck, realizing that he had the upper hand, looked sly and smug.

"Well, I don't know, but if I was you, I'd want to be real nice to me. I mean, if you were to make me mad, I might decide to tell certain people certain things. I'm not saying I would, but I might."

"Why, that's blackmail!" Barbara said. But Jack was grinning. He saw that this was a young man who was going to get ahead in the world.

"I don't suppose it makes much difference, now, darling. I mean, if you've sucked a guy off, you might as well fuck him."

Jack was still keen to watch his wife's pussy get stuffed full of prick.

And Barbara, looking at that sturdy young virginal prick, grinned.

"You have a point," she said.

Barbara would have been mortified if her children ever found out that she had been blowing their friends. But she would have been even more amazed had she known what her children were doing at that very moment. She would have realized that there were things that were far more depraved than giving head to a young man while her husband watched.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ernie and Sue had come in the front door quietly, both glowing with excitement. They were gazing at one another with bright anticipation. It was not love, but it could have fooled anyone who saw them together. Ernie was trembling at the knowledge that he was very shortly going to experience his first fuck.

Sue, although no virgin, was equally thrilled by the prospect of getting fucked in bed, with comfort and space to move instead of doing it on hard ground or in the cramping confines of an automobile or the less-than-romantic setting of a toilet.

Ernie's prick was swollen, blazing with urgency as it lurched around uncontrollably in his jeans. Sue's cunt was flooded and seething.

As soon as they had closed the door behind them, they turned to each other and kissed, standing beside the hat rack in the hallway. Ernie folded her slim young form in his arms, drawing her tight so that his big cock pressed into her slender belly and her firm tits branded his chest. Their lips parted and they swapped tongues in a juicy tangle.

"Ooh, let's go upstairs," she whispered.

Ernie nodded.

Ernie had to take his cock out. It was threatening to rip right through his jeans as it thundered away in his tight denim pants. He pulled his fly down and his prick rushed out like a bull charging into the bullring, looking for soft flesh to gore with its smoldering lust charged horn.

He began to rub his cock against the back of her legs.

Sue, feeling a naked prick touching her, grinned dreamily and pulled her short skirt up.

Ernie hesitated. This was not quite what they had had in mind. Both had been looking forward to a proper fuck in a bed, not a standup fuck. That had been the reason for going to his house rather than fucking at the baseball field. Anyhow, he didn't think that he would even be able to climb up the stairs in the state that he was in. His cock felt far too heavy to carry all the way up to the bedroom.

Sue took the initiative. She reached back between her legs and folded her hand around his cock, guiding it to her cunt. She moved Ernie's cockhead around in her slippery pussy like a great fleshy spoon, stirring her boiling juices.

"Fuck me, Ernie," she panted.

Ernie placed his hands on her hipbones, holding them as if they were the handles of her pelvis.

She arched her back, sticking her ass out.

Ernie grunted and ran his prick up her cunt.

"Ooooh, that's nice," she sighed.

That, he thought, was au understatement, as he thrilled to the sensation of having his whole big prick embedded in hot, clinging pussy.

He held steady for a moment.

Sue began to wriggle and squirm around on his cock.

"Fuck," she urged him. "Fuck my ass off!"

Ernie began to hump the lewd lass, fucking her from behind. Although she had been fucked plenty of times, her pussy was tight and clinging. It sucked on his cock as he thrust in and dragged as he withdrew.

She held him by the balls, squeezing gently, as if to force his jism up his cock.

His cock swelled up so greatly that Sue thought he might dislodge her hipbones.

She lifted the front of his shirt and gazed down, half expecting to see a fat furrow plowed up along her belly. She watched his thick prick vanish between her spread, juice streaked cunt lips and saw that his balls were swollen like inflated balloons.

Her clit tingled, then began to vibrate.

Ernie, growling, rammed his prick in to the hilt and blew a tremendous dose of cum into Sue's eager cunt. He came so hard that his ass rebounded like a recoiling cannon and he would have slipped right out of her cunt if he had not had a firm grip on her hipbones.

He hauled her ass back and thrust into her again as his second great gout of cum erupted in her pussy.

Sue shuddered as she creamed on his cock.

Ernie slowed, spent, his big prick still spurting a few last drops of cum into her cunt and Sue twisted her hips from side to side as she drained herself on his cock. She looked back at him, smiling.

"That was nice," she said. "You have the biggest prick I've ever had."

Ernie beamed with pride.

Ernie's prick did not diminish at all. Although he'd emptied his balls, his cock remained as huge and as hard as it had been before he came. Sue was well aware of this – and delighted by the fact. Her pussy was still full of bloated cock, a state she adored.

She wriggled, hinting.

Ernie fed her a slow stroke.

The urgency was gone now, although he was still horny as hell.

"Why don't we go up to my room and fuck in my bed?"

But that idea had lost its charm. Sue said, "I got a better idea." He pushed another slow thrust up her pussy. "Let's join your sister," Sue said.

"Oh, jeez."

"Ummmmm? Shall we?"

"Jeez, I can't fuck my sister," he moaned, although the thought thrilled him.

"Why not?"

"That would be incest."

"Yeah! What fun."

Ernie gasped and his cock bucked in her cunt.

"Okay," he said.

He gave Sue's cunt a last slow stroke and pulled his iron-hard prick out of her.

His prick had gone soft now, but the red knob still stuck out from the hairy sheath and a line of jism had trickled down to the floor. Sarah Lee was debating whether she wanted to suck that sticky spunk from his cockhead or if that would be too greedy.

Then her brother and Sue walked in. "Oh-oh," Sarah Lee said. They were staring at her and she realized that she was in a compromising position.

Sarah Lee gave her a grateful look. She noticed that her brother's cock was sticking out of his fly and that it was huge and hard.

"We been fucking, too," Ernie said, to relieve his kid sister of some of her shame.

"I never fucked a human," said Sarah Lee.

"Really?" Sue asked, amazed.

"Why, then, you must be wondering what human cock is like," Sue speculated, reaching out to grasp Ernie's big cock as if placing it on display or offering it for inspection.

"I was – yeah," Sarah Lee admitted.

Sarah Lee was amazed to find that she wasn't more embarrassed. She guessed that was because the two who had caught her at it were as horny as she was. She was thankful that Ernie's girlfriend was a tramp.

And that her brother had a hard-on. And a whopper, to boot!

She stared at his cock unashamedly and, as if her eyes had some tactile ability to caress it, the boy's cock began to pulsate and the knob started to glow like a lightbulb.

"Ernie has a lovely hard-on."

"But, he's my brother!"

"Yeah."

Sarah Lee looked at her brother.

Ernie grinned at his sister.

Brotherly prick looked every good. Sarah Lee was already as depraved as a girl can get and she thought, why not?

"You can fuck me, if you want to," she said.

Ernie sure wanted to.

CHAPTER NINE

At the Slumber Inn, Barbara was about to fuck the virgin lad.

She was still a bit embarrassed at having seduced one of her children's friends. But since that was already a fact and could not be changed, she figured, logically, that she might as well enjoy it.

Jack felt the same way, regretting the mistake but eager to watch his sexy wife get fucked.

And Buck was happily prepared to lose his virginity. Having already come in Barbara's sweet mouth, he was trembling for her hot pussy.

She motioned him to the bed. The boy sat down beside her, grinning eagerly, his big prick sticking up like a flagpole.

Jack sat at the foot of the bed. Jack had removed all of his clothing now, stripping the garments off quickly in the few moments it took Buck to move to the bed. Jack's cock, much larger than Buck's, loomed up before him in all its horny glory. It was truly a massive hunk of meat. It rose up to such a height that Jack, lying on his back, had to tilt his head so that he could see past his huge cockhead as he gazed at his wife.

Barbara drew Buck to her and they kissed. The boy could taste his cum on her lips as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Sucking on his tongue, Barbara looked at her husband. She loved to have Jack watch while she fucked another man. His eyes burned into her, heating her flesh as if by a caress, making her feel hot and tingly all over and adding a new dimension to the thrill of fucking.

Buck was feeling her fat tits with both hands.

She was stroking his prick lovingly.

After a few moments the boy moved one hand down and began to rub her creamy cunt, stroking her pussy lips and clit at first and then, tilting his wrist, he began to slowly push three fingers up into her cunthole.

Her hot cunt pulled and dragged on him, as if seeking to draw his whole hand into her pussy. He could feel her talented cunt muscles working on his fingers and knew that it was going to feel mighty good when they began working on his prick.

Barbara sank back on the bed, drawing the boy after her. Her thighs parted.

Buck mounted her. His cock slipped into her pussy, like the needle of a compass turning to the pole, aiming at her without needing any manual guidance. His fat cockhead lodged in her cunthole. Her cunt lips sucked on his hot prick. He rose up, putting his weight on hands and knees and stared down at the oversexed woman. She smiled up at him, nodding slightly. The boy whimpered and braced himself. He pushed his cock up her cunt to the hilt. "Ohhh," she sighed.

"Ahhh," Jack whispered, as he leaned closer and watched her cunt lips pull at the root of the boy's prick.

Buck groaned, dazzled by the sensation.

Barbara jerked her hips and her cunt pulled on him. Buck stiffened, trembling. He pulled back until only his cockhead was in her, paused for a moment and then ran the full length of his prick, into her cunt again. He was angled so that his cock ran across her clit and Barbara gasped. Her pliable pussy clamped around his cock, molding itself to the contours so that there was slippery friction around every inch.

They began to fuck in pace together.

Buck pumped his prick into her with long, corkscrewing strokes, his ass grinding as he humped. She met him with equal vigor, pushing her cunt down to meet his thrusts. His balls swung in like the clappers of a hairy bell, slapping against her ass as she lifted her hips and arched her back under him. Cunt juice poured from her pussy, forced out by the boy's thick prick. As his cock pulled out, it was slathered with cream from her cunt. He mauled her tits, then slid his hands under her, cupping the firm cheeks of her ass and lifting her pelvis up as he plowed into her pussy.

Jack stretched out along the bed so that his face was close to his wife's cunt and he could watch the boy's fat prick slide in and out. His eyes gleamed and he licked his lips, just as if he were watching a chef spooning some creamy delicacy, preparing some tasty sauce.

Barbara was perfectly happy to let the boy fuck her in the missionary position but, dutiful wife that she was, she knew that her voyeuristic husband would enjoy some variation.

She pushed Buck away.

Buck looked horrified, thinking that the woman had changed her mind.

But she smiled encouragingly at him and turned over, pushing her teardrop ass out. Buck understood then, and grinned happily. He shuffled in on his knees and fed his cock to her from behind, doggy fashion.

His belly slapped against her ass as he began to bang away with gusto.

Again she drew away, crawling forward off his prick.

Buck wasn't worried this time. He eagerly awaited the next position, knowing that this randy woman was going to take him through the range of couplings.

Barbara pushed him down on his back and threw one knee across his flanks, mounting him. She fitted his towering cock to her pussy and shoved her cunt down onto it, slowly, turning her hips from side to side as she did so, so that he felt as if his prick had been pushed into a soft wringer. She bowed over him, then arched back. She was squirming and wriggling and grinding every which way as she rode his rampant prick with steady energy.

Spiked on his cock, without ever taking that fat tool out of her cunt, the horny woman spun through a half circle, so that she was facing towards his feet with, his cock still jammed up her pussy. The boy watched her beautiful ass rise and fall over his lean belly and Jack was treated to the best view yet as he watched her cunt rise, and fall on the lad's prick.

Jack was belly down on the bed and his cock was pressing into the mattress, lifting his ass up as it levered down like a crowbar. Fascinated, he stared at his wife's cunt. The pink lips were unfurled and streaked with cunt juice. As she rose up on tense thighs, he saw the boy's fat cock emerge, the vein dark and pulsing, the stalk streaked with cunt juice, his balls swollen with a load of jism. As she pushed down, the whole length of his cock disappeared into her pussy.

Jack's eyes glowed.

Barbara, smiling happily, reached down with one hand and spread her cunt lips wider. Her clit stuck out, taut and tingling.

It was an invitation that her husband could not refuse, for his mouth was watering for his wife's cunt. He crawled in and began to lick her clit with long, fluid slurps. His head bobbed up and down as he followed that taut nugget on the ascent and the fall, laying her clit while she fucked herself on Buck's towering prick.

The double joy of tongue and cock brought Barbara soaring to the heights. She creamed deliciously. As she rose up, a deluge of cunt juice flooded down Buck's cock and pooled on his balls.

Then Buck wailed and his cock erupted. His jism hosed her cunt, blowing straight up like a geyser erupting. Cum and cunt juice gushed out in a thick blend as she continued to ride his prick, working him off as she ground out her own release in spasms of ecstasy.

"I'm coming, darling," she whimpered.

"I'm creaming on his sweet prick."

Jack groaned and tongued her clit hungrily. Buck stopped writhing as the last dregs of his cum trickled out, leaving his balls hollow and his cock numb. Barbara rode his spent prick for another minute, then pulled away. His cockhead slipped from her pussy and stood quivering for a moment, then started to sag.

Buck was finished for now. But that was fine with Barbara and Jack, for they had used the boy as much as they wanted to and now it was time for husband and wife to play, inspired by what had happened.

Jack rolled onto his back and Barbara sat on his face. She poised above him, not making contact yet, letting him gaze lovingly up at her well-fucked cunt. Then she lowered her creamy cunt onto his face and his tongue pushed out to meet the hairy treat. He began lapping and sucking on her pussy with relish, taking perverted glee in sucking her cunt after another man's cock had been in it, after it was filled with another man's thick jism.

He spread her cunt lips wide and stabbed his thick tongue far up her hole. Then, opening his lips wide so that he was mouthing her whole cunt, he began to suck steadily, bringing her to another creamy climax. He greedily gulped down the hot blend of cum and cunt juice that gushed from her in spasms of her delight.

His cock, still unattended, was as big as a tree and it was time to use that mighty oak.

Barbara moved off his face and lay back, knees lifted, legs parted, cunt juice pouring down her crotch and seeping into the crack of her ass.

Jack mounted her. His cock was like a battering ran swinging under his belly, ready to shatter the portals of her cunt.

Buck realized that his services were no longer required. It suited him, for his cock and balls were devoid of energy now, having been milked to the bone in Barbara's mouth and cunt. He knew that he would be horny again soon, thinking of what had happened, and probably have to pull himself off a few times as he recalled the wonders of Barbara's body. But, for now, he saw that the happily married couple wanted privacy. He got off the bed and dressed hurriedly.

They hadn't coupled yet. They were waiting for Buck to leave. Jack was poised over Barbara and his cockhead was jammed into her cunt, but they were lying still, enjoying the preliminary contact.

At the door, Buck said, "Well, anytime you need some more groceries carried, you know where I work."

Barbara smiled at him. No doubt they would see the boy again. But now she wanted only Jack.

As Buck left the room, Jack shoved his massive prick up his wife's seething pussy and slowly, lovingly, they began to fuck. His huge cock surged in, stuffing her cunt, filling her to the brim. Her pliable pussy spread around his prick, then clamped tightly to it. She arched her back, making hooks of her thighs and a cup of her belly, sinuously molding herself to him.

Jack was so hot that he came soon.

But a premature orgasm was nothing to worry about, for his cock remained as big and hard and hot as it had been before he shot. Faltering for only a second, he began to feed it to her again, more leisurely now that the initial pressure had been released. Now they could enjoy a long, lovely fuck, building slowly to the peak.

Barbara, knowing that her horny husband would enjoy it, began to talk to him.

"You love it, don't you?" she whispered, as she jolted her cunt down to meet his gigantic cock.

"Ummmmm."

"You love to watch me fuck young boys." Jack grinned fiendishly, pushing into the very depths of her smoldering cunthole.

"Did you like it when he came in my mouth, darling? When I drank his jism?"

"Yes," he rasped. "I loved it."

"When he shot cum in my cunt?"

"Ahhh, yes, yes!"

"I love to fuck and suck other men while you watch me," she said, her voice starting to quaver.

Her erotic words fired Jack as much as her clutching pussy. He began to hump faster. Barbara met him stroke for stroke, her ass dancing, her hips churning, her cunt sucking his cock.

Sharing love and lust, they came together in a wonderful climax like they had never known.

CHAPTER TEN

Once Ernie and Sarah Lee had gotten over their initial inhibitions about incest, it seemed a good idea. Naughty Sue Tumble helped erase their misgivings by her wholesome attitude toward such things. Sue felt that nothing could be wrong if it was so much fun and that, even if it was wrong, it was all the more exciting because of it.

Sue, enjoying the role, played the choreographer, designing this orgy. Sue was pleased that she had met another girl who was as depraved as she was – maybe even more.

Sue was keen to watch brother and sister fuck. Having no brothers herself, it was a pleasure in which she had never indulged and she wanted at least to watch it.

"I'll make his prick nice and hot for you," she said.

It was already about as hot as a prick could get, but that was not the point.

Sue knelt in front of Ernie, took his prick into her mouth and sucked adoringly on the big, flaring cockhead.

Sarah Lee, watching that massive cock swell in the girl's mouth, was looking forward to having it up her cunt. But Sue was in no hurry at all. She wanted to be an integral part of the act. She pulled her lips from his cockhead with a slurp.

"I better make your cunt nice and hot, too," she said, smiling at Sarah Lee. "Huh?" Sarah Lee said.

"I'll give you a little head."

Sarah Lee gasped and Ernie gulped.

"But, you ain't a dyke," he said, bewildered.

"Hell, no. What's that got to do with it? Plenty of women like to eat a little pussy. That don't make them dykes."

"I never knew that," said Sarah Lee.

Sarah Lee had never even thought about such a thing, but now that she did, it seemed a good idea. In fact, as long as it didn't mean that she was a lesbian, she wouldn't mind having a taste of pussy, herself. She lay back on the carpet and spread her legs.

Sue moved to her.

Ernie was shocked – but fascinated.

Sue spread Sarah Lee's cunt wide open with her fingers and began to rub her nimble tongue up the parted slit and across her vibrant clit. She lapped up and down and then stabbed her tongue up her cunthole, tongue-fucking Sarah Lee happily. Fitting her lips to the slot, she began to suck.

Sarah Lee went wild. A girl's tongue was great, she thought, as she churned madly about, grinding her pussy into Sue's eager face, cunt juice gushing out.

Sue sucked and tongued her cunt until Sarah Lee was almost at the crest. Then she moved away.

"Don't stop!" Sarah Lee wailed.

But Sue motioned to Ernie, who was hovering over them, his mouth hanging wide open and his prick sticking out like a ramrod, the purple cockhead bulging.

He knelt between his sister's thighs. Sue's talented mouth had certainly done the job, for they were both burning to fuck. His cock was throbbing and her cunt was steaming. They were both desperate to leave that frustrating condition behind them at last.

Ernie rubbed his cockhead against his sister's cunt. He pushed in, slipping easily up her well-lubricated pussy and they began fucking with fluid strokes. Sarah Lee clamped her thighs around his flanks and hooked her heels behind his knees. She stretched out as if she were being tortured on the rack, then bowed forward, shuddering with lust. His big prick whacked in resolutely, a great lever prying joy from her loins. His massive cock lifted her slim pelvis as he plowed in and her cunt sucked on it as it withdrew.

Sue watched, intrigued. She simply had to join in. She knelt behind the boy's corkscrewing ass and lowered her head. She began to run her tongue up the crack of his ass, then stuffed it right up his asshole.

Ernie gasped. He had never heard of such a thing. But he sure didn't mind.

The randy girl moved lower and began to lick his balls as they swung against his sister's pussy. Her tongue had gone wild and she had gone crazy sucking. Pushing her face between his legs, she got her mouth on Sarah Lee's cunt and Ernie's cock at the same time. Her lips parted around his cock so that he was fucking through her mouth as he ran his prick in and out of his sister's pussy. Sue sucked lovingly on Sarah Lee's clit and tongued up and down Ernie's prick with long slurps. She pulled his cockhead out of his sister's cunt for a moment, putting it in her mouth and sucking on it, while Sarah Lee wailed in protest. Then she stuffed his cock back into the other girl's pussy and tongued all around it, lapping at cunt lips and clit, sliding down for a taste of his balls, moving lower to rim Sarah Lee's asshole, her greedy tongue darting all over the place.

Ernie, moaning, blew his wad in Sarah Lee's pussy.

Sarah Lee, feeling that thick cum flood into her, creamed with him.

Sue greedily gulped cum and cunt juice from the girl's cunt, swallowing it hungrily.

Ernie whacked in until he was drained. Then he pulled his fat prick out of his sister's cunt, holding it in his palm and looking at it hopefully, hoping that it would be good for a couple more fucks.

It was. But the boy had to wait his turn.

Sarah Lee, smiling dreamily at Sue, said, "You want me to suck your cunt now?"

"What a good idea," said naughty Sue, pleased that she had introduced the other girl to the joys of eating out a creaming pussy. It was always a handy thing to know a girl who liked to suck cunt, Sue knew. A hot tongue was a valuable commodity, not always as available as a cock.

She sat on Sarah Lee's face.

Sarah Lee was very eager to suck the girl's cunt, but she wasn't sure that she knew how.

She figured that maybe it was an art that required plenty of practice and experience. But the instant she started, she realized that a girl knew instinctively how to eat a cunt, that no training was necessary for this oral gift.

She used only her tongue at first. Pushing it out, she lapped tentatively at Sue's clit and along her hairy cunt lips. Then she pushed it up her creamy cunthole, tongue fucking, while Sue wailed and cried out in the ecstasy of being tongued.

"Suck!" she wailed.

Sarah Lee fitted her lips to Sue's cunt lips and began to suck steadily, pulling her hot pussy nectar out of her seething cunt and gulping it down. Cunt juice tasted every bit as delicious as cum, she realized.

But for the moment Sarah Lee was perfectly content to gobble Sue's succulent pussy. She began to finger-fuck Sue's cunt with three fingers, pushing them in and palling them out, twisting them around inside her slippery hole while she pulled and sucked on the girl's clit. Then she stabbed her tongue up her pussy hole alongside her delving digits.

Ernie stood up. Sue was kneeling over Sarah Lee's face, her head thrown back and Ernie pushed his cock into her face. It bumped against her lips and the randy girl grinned and opened her mouth. He slid his prick in and she began to suck avidly on his meaty mouthful of cock, her cheeks hollowing in as she slurped.

Sue began to vibrate like a tuning fork, thrilled at both ends, with fingers and a tongue up her cunt and a delicious prick in her mouth. She creamed heavily in Sarah Lee's face. Her orgasm was so intense that the girl almost fainted. She fell sideways, her cunt slipping away from Sarah Lee's mouth and her lips dragging off Ernie's cock.

That left an open mouth and an unmouthed cock. The solution was obvious.

Ernie knelt over his sister, his ass brushing against her stiff-tipped tits and his cock thrusting out over her upturned face. Sarah Lee's mouth was wide open, her head tilted back like a baby bird waiting for a worm.

Ernie pushed his prick into Sarah Lee's mouth.

She began to suck on it immediately.

Ernie cupped his hands behind her head, holding her face steady, and began to fuck her in the mouth. His hips ground from side to side and his ass corkscrewed. He was feeding his prick right down her gullet and the greedy girl was slurping on it with relish.

Gazing down, he watched her sweet lips unpeel as he drew out and compress as he slid in. The fact that it was his own sister's face added to the enormity of the thrill, just as it did for Sarah Lee. She stared at his swinging balls and realized that she had a mouthful of sibling cock. She gazed cross-eyed at his thick cock and her lips were turning almost inside out as she sucked vigorously on that tasty prick.

"Come," she whimpered, the word muffled on his cock, speaking right down his shaft.

Ernie groaned.

"Shall I come in your mouth?" he gasped.

"Oh, yes! I want to drink your jism!"

He drove his prick down her gullet. She sucked on every inch and, stiffening, he felt his balls explode. The thick cum rushed up his cock and burst into her throat. Gurgling, the girl gulped it down. He drew back, spurting a second wad onto her tongue as he did so, then drove in as he blew a third creamy geyser of cum into her face.

Sarah Lee swallowed every drop.

She emptied his cock and balls with ravenous slurps. Jism ran over her tongue like lava and dripped from the roof of her mouth like limestone. It hosed her gullet and whitewashed her tonsils. It seeped into her cheeks and trickled through her teeth.

Ernie kept coming. And his sister kept swallowing his cum.

At last he drew back, his cock popping from her lips. She continued to suck as if she still had a mouthful of cock, the pleasure had been so intense that her lips kept working as if to prolong it even after his cock was gone.

Sue, rapidly recovering from her near dizziness, said, "Oh! You greedy bitch! You might have saved a few drops for me!"

"Sorry," Sarah Lee apologized.

But Sue was only joking. She knew there would be plenty more cum spilled before this orgy was ended.

Sue was horny again already.

CHAPTER TEN

Sue beamed with expectation.

"Let's have a daisy chain," she suggested. Neither Sarah Lee nor Ernie knew what a daisy chain was. But it wasn't hard to guess.

"Oh, let's!" cried Sarah Lee.

It was a masterpiece or carnal construction. Sue had played the architect, erecting a structure that was linked together to perfection, a movable feast that worked in all its linkage.

Sarah Lee lay with her legs apart. Ernie knelt over his sister, in the position of a sixty-nine, but with a variation. His prick was in her mouth but instead of sucking Sarah Lee's cunt, he was sucking Sue's cunt.

From time to time, they crossed over. Ernie shifted over to have a taste of his sister's creamy pussy. Then they all rotated, as if they were playing musical chairs. Sue sucked Ernie's cock and Ernie's head darted from cunt to cunt.

The carpet was awash with cunt juice by this time. Their naked bodies slipped in the thick juice. Belly and thigh, they were soaked, they were sodden.

Because cocks and cunts were able to cool down during the shifting, the cluster suck lasted a long time.

But in the end, they were all ready to come, Sarah Lee was quite happy to milk her brother's prick again, and Ernie ate Sue's cunt out, completing the chain.

They settled down to some serious sucking, designed to bring about a simultaneous three-way come.

Snuggling close to her husband as he drove home from the motel, Barbara was still feeling sexy – and talking that way.

"I love to perform for you," she said.

"Ummm. I love to watch you perform."

"What do you like best? Ummm? Do you like to watch me fuck a guy? Or suck him off?"

"I don't know," he croaked.

"Or do you like to watch me suck a cunt better?"

"I love it all," he said.

Barbara was running her hand up and down his tense thigh, rising higher with every stroke.

"You better stop that. The kids might be home and we won't be able to go to bed."

"Yes," she said, wistfully. And then, because she was in a truly erotic mood, she said, "It's too bad that we aren't into incest darling. Then we could have our fun at home."

Jack moaned with lust.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck Sarah Lee?" Barbara asked.

Jack, thinking that this was merely harmless talk, nodded enthusiastically.

"And let her suck you off, too?"

"Yeah! And I'd like to watch you fuck and suck Ernie, too."

Really getting into it now, Barbara said, "Oh, yes! And could eat Sarah Lee out, too. And have her eat me. Wouldn't you just love to watch me suck our daughter's cunt?"

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned.

Barbara was fondling his cock and balls now.

He pulled into the driveway and turned the engine off. He was sweating and his eyes were glazed with lust. They sat in the car for a moment before they got out.

Barbara was trying to think of the most depraved thing that she could talk about.

Smiling, she said, "There's one thing you never watched me do, darling. One thing that I've never done. But I wouldn't mind doing it, if you were watching, if you wanted me to."

"What?" he groaned.

Her eyes were shining.

"I hope the kids aren't home," he said.

Her hand stroked his bloated balls and rubbed his throbbing prick. He slipped his hand up her skirt and began to play with her wet pussy.

Both totally aroused, and hoping that the children were not at home so they could fuck up a storm, the happily married couple got out of the car and walked unsteadily up to the front door. Barbara was still talking, still arousing him with her passionate words as she talked about fucking and committing incest with their children.

It was making Jack hornier than he had ever been before. He knew that it was just talk, that they would never do any of those thrilling things, but it was causing his prick to pound like a jackhammer.

They went in.

From the front room, they heard the sounds of happy children at play.

"Damn!" said Jack.

And then they looked into that room…

Content

David Crane
Flesh-feast family

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER TEN