David Crane - Flesh-feast family

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.