David Crane - Flesh-feast family

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.

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.