David Crane: Flesh-feast family

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.

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.