David Crane - Flesh-feast family

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.

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.