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CHAPTER FOUR

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.

"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.