Frank Brown - Two horny cousins

"Where you going?" the driver asked, draping his hairy arm around her neck.

Fern shivered a little. These guys were in their twenties. These guys were men.

"The boardwalk," Fern said, smiling at him and giggling.

"You got yourself a ride, honey," he said. The red-haired guy put his sweaty paw on her thigh. "How old are you, sweet stuff?"

"Old enough," Fern said, giggling some more.

She felt herself flushing, but she was enjoying her shyness and embarrassment. She caught him winking at the driver. The driver put the pickup in gear and started cruising slowly down the beach.

What a switch, Fern thought – from Daytona 500 racer to Sunday driver. And she knew why the guy was driving, like a snail. He wanted to make the ride down to the board walk last. Maybe he was hoping to feel her up a little. The thought made her pussy tingle, and she squirmed a little.

"You got a boyfriend?" the redhead asked slowly stroking her thigh.

"Of course," Fern said. "His name is Pete. His brother's got a van. He's probably down on the boardwalk right now. I meet him down there a lot."

"You and Pete ever make out?" the driver asked, eyeing her out of the corner of his eye.

"Sure," Fern said. "All the time."

"Ever go all the way?" the redhead asked. His fat paw kneaded her bare thigh, moving closer to her pussy.

"Sure," Fern said. "Lots of times." The two guys half-sighed, half-choked. The redhead's hot paw slipped under her bikini panties. His finger wormed between her cuntlips. All of a sudden, Fern felt it wiggling deep in her pussy. The redhead muttered something under his breath and began to work his finger in and out. His other hand unzipped his shorts and hauled out his prick. It was a big red cock, and clear juice was bubbling out of its piss-slit.

"You're a hot honey, ain't you?" the redhead said.

His voice had changed, sounding crazed, and for a moment Fern wondered if murderers had voices that sounded like that. The redhead wrapped a fat paw around his cock and began to pump it. The clear juice ran down over his knuckles like tears.

"Hot baby chick," the driver said, his voice sounding more sober.

He let go of the steering wheel for a moment to unzip his shorts and free his prick. The big cock sprang out of his pants, quivering vertically in the air as he reclaimed the steering wheel. Meanwhile, his other hand slid down Fern's back and under her panties. A finger snaked down her asscrack. The finger prodded her asspucker a few times, then twisted, sliding up her asshole. Fern squeaked out a sigh. She wriggled on the seat, wanting to squeal.

"Like that, baby?" the driver asked, his voice breathy.

"Mmm!" Fern moaned.

And to show him how much she liked it, she reached over and grabbed his hot cockshaft, milking it slowly from cockhead to base, working the skin back and forth, up and down, the way Pete had taught her.

"Christ!" the driver said. "Oh, baby!" And he humped in his seat as he drove.

The redhead grabbed her other hand and guided it over to his cock. His prickrod was as slippery as if it had been oiled, and Fern's hand milked up and down his cockshaft with a squishing sound. The big red cock squirmed in her hand like a slippery fish. The redhead moaned, working his fat ass in circles, grinding his finger inside Fern's warm, moist cunt.

Fern stared straight ahead, wriggling on the guys' fingers while she pumped their hot cocks. Their cocks were big, bigger than Pete's, but no bigger than the cocks that had plugged her yesterday. The only thing new about these cocks was that they belonged to older guys, to men instead of teenage boys, and that made them somehow extra exciting. She pumped them determinedly, wanting to bring them off fast, wanting to see if their jism was in any way different, in any way thicker and richer than the jism of the teenage boys she'd spied upon or fucked.

Fern's eyes glazed, her vision alternately blurring and clearing as she gazed trance-like out the windshield of the pickup. On the far left the aqua-blue surf dashed over the white sand, swirling around the ankles of waders and walkers. Ahead of the pickup, a line of vehicles stretched for miles down to the boardwalk, and for miles past it. People scurried between the slow-moving cars to get to the water. The beach was its usual self, a beehive of humanity.

Fern smiled to herself. Here she cruised, part of the procession, riding the stiff fingers of two men, beating off two men, while the crazy beach scene hopped all around her – all these thousands of people unaware of what she was doing.

"You're hot," the redhead muttered in Fern's ear.

"Christ, yes!" the driver said. "She's like an oven inside. Jesus, what a hot teenage ass!"

And Fern pumped their cocks faster, feeling the hot cockmeat throb and jerk in her hands. If Penny could only see me now, she thought. Wouldn't she be jealous? Penny deserves to miss out, though, sneaking off alone on her very last day in town.

Fern had been determined to stick with Penny every second today, to stick with her and to find out what her cousin had been up to every noonday all week. But Penny must have sensed Fern's determination today, because she'd disappeared on her bike without a word to Fern that she was leaving. That's what had prompted Fern's hitchhiking – she'd be able to brag to Penny about how she had hitched down to the boardwalk with some hunky guys while Penny had pedaled down all alone, exhausting herself. Fern had never expected this, though, had never expected what was actually happening. She chuckled to herself. Penny will never believe this. But who cares?

At that moment, like an apparition, Penny appeared ahead of them, her black hair trailing along behind her in the wind, her white ass bulging out of her bikini, her sexy brown legs pumping her bike furiously.

"Slow down," Fern said.

"I'm going about as slow as I can," the driver said, "especially under the circumstances."

"Follow that girl on the bike," Fern said. "She's my friend."

"Well, well," the redhead said, "maybe she'd like a ride, too. We could throw her bike in the back."

"No!"

"Why not?" The redhead frowned at her suspiciously.

"She'd-she'd tell," Fern said. "She's got a big mouth. And she's a virgin besides. She's real religious. She'd probably scream for the cops if she saw us in here doing this."

The driver laughed. "She don't look like no religious virgin to me. Ooowhee! Look at her move that half-bare ass!" He pulled up alongside Penny, drooling disgustingly.

Fern dove down out of sight. "Please," she said, "don't let her know I'm in here. Just follow her. Please!"

She twisted, then fell into the driver's lap, sinking her mouth down over his cock. His fat cockhead lodged in her throat, and she sucked frantically. The driver pressed the brake pedal, moaning as Fern had hoped he would.

"All right, baby," he said. "Anything you want. Just keep on sucking my cock like that. Christ!"

"Damn, she's a hot one!" the redhead said. He pulled down Fern's panties. She felt the sunshine that streamed through the windshield warming her bare ass. The redhead worked his fat fingers between her legs, tugging at her pussylips.

"You keep your hands on the steering wheel," he said to the driver. "And let me take care of this honey's pretty ass."

As Fern sucked the driver's jerking cock, the fat redhead drove fingers up her cunt and up her asshole. Fern couldn't tell how many fingers were inside her. It felt like handfuls.

The driver screwed his ass in circles on the vinyl truck seat. His cock stood up out of his groin like a billy club. His bloated nuts rolled over in their hairy sac, and Fern cupped them, feeling them in her palms like warm soft eggs. As she bobbed her head over the throbbing cock, twirling her tongue along the underside to get at the most sensitive parts of his prick, she squeezed his spongy balls rhythmically. His cock quivered, then began to flex.