David Crane - Flesh-feast family

Although Buck was not coming yet, his sturdy young prick was flowing so heavily that a less experienced cocksucker might have supposed that he was coming already. Heavy gouts and spurts came from his cockhead. Barbara drank some. The rest, mingled with her saliva, overflowed her lips and trickled down his iron hard cock, pooling at his balls.

She looked at her husband.

Jack was almost hypnotized by lust as he watched his wife give head to the eager lad. He was staring at her lips, seeing the way they unfolded around the boy's fat prick and thrilled at the sight of the boy's jism as it streamed down his cock. The hot, thick love juice was bubbling out onto his wife's tongue before it escaped and ran down his prick.

When Barbara glanced at him, he gave her a smile of compliance and encouragement. When her eyes gazed back at the cock before her, that smile remained fixed idiotically on Jack's face, his countenance frozen into immobility, the muscles that controlled his expression as taut and stiff as his prick.

Jack guessed that, all things considered, there was nothing more thrilling than the sight of his lovely wife with a mouthful of creaming cock. If it was kinky or perverted to enjoy such a sight, that was just too bad. It was far too wonderful to forego simply to comply with the labels society placed upon it.

His breath steaming out like a locomotive, the man leaned closer as he enjoyed the voyeuristic thrill.

Now Barbara started to move lower on the boy's rampant prick, pushing her mouth down inch by inch and running his cockhead back into her throat. The wet, slippery sheath of her mouth lowered over his cock, descending toward his balls. His cock was not as large as her husband's and she knew that she would have no trouble taking every inch of his sweet prick into her throat. And she wanted every precious inch, too. Down she went, until his cockhead lodged in her throat and then, opening her gullet, she let the tip slip right down her throat. She had swallowed it all now. Every inch was buried in her mouth and his cock had disappeared.

Her nose nestled in the wiry field of his cock hair and her chin pressed against the swollen sac of his balls. She held that full penetration for a moment, enjoying the thrill of having a mouthful of cock. She wanted the youth to savor the sensation of having every inch of his horny young prick buried in a mouth.

She didn't use her hands. Her hands were on his flanks, holding his pelvis steady. She knew that she could bring him off faster if she frigged his prick while she sucked on it, jerking him off into her mouth, but she was in no hurry to end this pleasure. She wanted to do it all with tier lips and tongue and cheeks, without manual assistance.

He was a virgin!

The thought thrilled her every bit as much as the taste of his cock. The boy had never shot his cum into a woman and Barbara was going to be the lucky woman who drank his first load and it was as exciting psychologically as it was physically. Her mouth was watering so much that saliva poured onto his balls as she savored his prick and anticipated his cum.

She began to bob her head up and down. She rose up, lips compressed over the contours of his prick, until only his cockhead remained encased in her mouth, sucking and slurping lovingly on every inch.

Then she pushed down again, feeding it all into her ravenous mouth, while her nimble tongue switched and danced back and forth against the underside of his cockhead and shaft, tracing the swollen vein and fluttering under the knob.

Buck, gasping and sobbing, began to move. He humped, ass corkscrewing hips jolting as he fucked up into her descending face.

Barbara moved faster, her head going up and down as if she were bobbing for apples in a barrel, as if his balls were those elusive apples, barely evading her parted lips on the downward thrust.

His cock had ballooned out hugely now, filling her mouth chock full of prick. The cockhead was flowing so heavily that his preliminary cum was as abundant as the average man's complete load.

Like a delicious appetizer, that creamy hint of what was to come made the horny wife ravenous for more cum.

Her head heaved as she began to blow him faster, bobbing merrily up and down and folding her tongue into a moist, pink bridge over which the full length of his prick rode enroute to her gullet. She pulled up and with only the tip of his prick in her lips, spoke right down his cock as if it were a big, fleshy microphone.

"Come," she whimpered. She slid down, muffling her other words. Slurping up again, she said, "Come in my mouth. Cream for me. Pour all that thick, hot, creamy jism into my mouth, you adorable boy."

Her erotic words thrilled the boy every bit as much as the physical sensation. The knowledge that she was starving for his cum drove him to new heights of lust. He began to wail and groan as if in agony.

"Come, come, come," she urged.

Jack, watching, mouthed the words himself, almost pleading with the boy to blow his wad in Barbara's mouth so that he would have the joy of watching his wife swallow that jism.

Then Buck came. He howled in torment and his balls erupted.

Barbara felt the thick gout of cum push up his cock as she drew her lips up his shaft. She squealed and sucked harder and the head of his cock erupted with thick cream.

The load of cum filled her mouth to overflowing.

She greedily gulped the delicious jism down and sucked for more as he blew a second great spurt into her throat, hosing her tonsils and whitewashing her gullet.

Her golden head tilted as the great geyser rocketed into her mouth, causing her to gasp. But despite the amount of his cum, the greedy woman never missed a slurp, keeping a steady rhythm milking him off.

He poured a third stream of cum into her mouth, then three or four lesser spurts that trickled out onto her darting tongue rather than jetting out like the first three.

His balls were emptied. He slumped, drained, feeling as if his legs had turned hollow and his belly had become a void – as if she had sucked his guts out. His orgasm seemed to have started at his asshole and carried all his vitality along with it as it hosed out into her worshipping mouth.

Barbara kept sucking until she was sure that she had milked every precious drop of cum from his cock and balls. Then she drew her lips away slowly.

His cockhead popped from her lips like a cork from a bottle of champagne.

She sat back on her heels, gazing at the cock that she had just emptied. It remained stiff and upright, softening only slightly despite the ferocity of his climax, for he was a potent young man and one come did not finish him.

Barbara smiled happily as she realized that there was plenty of stiff prick left for her cunt even though she had drunk about a gallon of jism from it already.

She licked her lips, gathering up a few stray drops of cum that had overflowed. A thin, silvery trickle of jism had run down from the corner of her mouth to her chin. She lapped it up. Leaning in again, she used her nimble tongue to slurp up the stray jism that had escaped her mouth and run down onto the root of his cock and his balls.

Barbara looked up at his face, smiling.

"Jeez," he said.

She took it as an extraordinary compliment. She looked at her husband.

"Oh, that was nice," he whispered.

He rose from his chair, his movements awkward as the great weight of his prick threw him off balance. He staggered across to Barbara and knelt down, belly to belly with her. He kissed her lovingly on the lips. His huge cock plowed a deep furrow in her soft belly, from cunt to breastbone.

"I do love to watch you drink cum," he whispered.

"Ummm. It was delicious," she sighed.

Buck gasped, scarcely able to believe that a married couple could react this way to such a situation.