David Crane: Flesh-feast family

"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.

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.