Frank Brown - Two horny cousins

"Shit. I'm coming already!" the driver gasped. "Holy hell, what a mouth! Oh, Christ!" An electric shudder zinged through his thick cock, and his cum squirted down Fern's throat like thick warm milk. "Oh, baby!"

He gripped Fern's head and worked it wildly up and down over his bucking cock.

"Take the steering wheel," he said to his buddy, and Fern felt the fat guy's fingers zip out of her cunt to grab the abandoned steering wheel. The truck swerved and horns blasted outside.

"Hey, you screwballs, watch where the fuck you're driving!" It was Penny shouting. She sounded very close.

"Get fucked, bitch!" the redhead shouted, and then he laughed.

"Up your ass!" Penny yelled back.

Fern sucked the last of the warm cum from the driver's deflating cock, then pulled her head from his prickhead and kissed it. "You taste good," she said, and she meant it.

"I bet I taste even better," the redhead said, pulling her towards him.

Fern shifted her position, taking care to remain low. The redhead's cock was glued to his fat belly, and thick gobs of pre-cum still bubbled from his cocktip. He forced his cock away from his belly and shoved it into Fern's mouth.

"Ah, baby! You got a soft mouth." He wiggled his fat ass, working his cock in circles in Fern's mouth.

Fern sucked at the slick cock, cleaning off the coating of male lubricant. As she swallowed what she'd cleaned off, more lubricant oozed from his cockhead and slid down her throat. Fern didn't understand it – this guy put out as much lubricant as other guys did cum. She didn't mind though, because she liked the taste. She compared the pre-cum to sap. Whereas cum was more like syrup.

"Oh, mannnnn, suck it!" the fat guy moaned. "I ain't never been sucked like this. Oh, shit! She's got a tongue like a calf."

"Don't she, though!" the driver said with a laugh. "Just wait'll she gets your jizz coming. She's got a throat that sucks like a whore's cunt." He laughed again, then pinched Fern's ass.

All at once, Fern felt fingers inside her fingers in her cunt, and probably the guy's thumb up her asshole. The driver's hand seemed to grip her entire bottom, squeezing at it as if it were a sponge. And like a sponge, Fern's cunt responded, oozing out the pussy juice.

The redhead bounced his ass. His balls flopped up and down. His thick cock stretched Fern's mouth, pulling her lips tight, making her jaws ache. The fat guy's cock was perhaps a little bigger than his buddy's and, from the pre-cum it put out, it was twice as slippery. The inflamed cockmeat slid in and out of Fern's mouth as if oiled.

"Lick, lick, lick," the fat guy said. "Suck the cockhead, baby. Suck the cockhead right off. Oh, Jesus, what a Goddamn mouth! Christ!"

"Shut up and shoot," the driver said. "The traffic's getting heavy, and I need help keeping the bitch on the bike in sight."

As he talked, he jerked his fingers and thumb in and out of Fern's fuckhole, making her moan. Her bottom throbbed hotly from all the sucking she'd been doing and all the finger fucking she'd been getting, and she knew she had to come. She turned up her ass at the driver and writhed.

"She's juicing like a slut who ain't been fucked in a week," the driver said. "Christ, she's making a puddle on the seat." He chuckled, whipping his fingers inside her pussy.

Fern held, the redhead's cock between her lips and twirled her tongue around the prickhead. The big cock squirmed, and Fern almost lost it. She caught it farther in her mouth and churned her tongue at the underside of the cockhead, at the magic pleasure strand that Pete had taught her about. The big cock throbbed, jumping. Fern clamped her mouth around it tightly and sank down on the prickrod, feeling the bloated prickhead pulsating deep in her throat. She sucked hard, trying to vacuum the cum out of the fat guy's balls.

"Here it comes," the fat guy said, grunting like a pig. "Oh, Goddddd, ahhhhh!"

His cum burst out of his cocktip like whipped cream out of a spray can. His cum was very thick and very sweet – rich, Fern thought, as rich as the redhead, was fat. She sucked gently, easing the thick cum out of the young man's prick, letting it float down her throat in wads as puffy as clouds.

"Look at that teen bitch eat cum," the driver said. "Holy Christ!"

He twisted his fingers in Fern's fuckholes, and she came. Her orgasm seemed as easy and flowing as the fat guy's cum sliding down her throat. It tickled. She giggled as she sucked, giggled as she spasmed.

Feels good, she wanted to tell them, but her mouth was stuffed full of cock-throbbing, cum-spurting cock. She let out a small squeal and wiggled her ass. They'd surely get the message, and from their exclamations, she knew that they did.

Each time the elevator door opened, Fern hung her head and stepped out of the elevator, muttering a hello to anyone who was stepping in. She then strode down the red carpet of the fifth-floor motel hallway and made a left where the L-shaped hallway turned.

She was self-conscious about prancing up and down the hallway in her ribbon-sized bikini, and about having to step out of the elevator again and again. Although the people entering the elevator were different each time, Fern had gone in and out of the elevator so many times that she felt these people could sense what she was up to.

After an hour and a half of pacing up and down this hallway, after an hour and a half of slipping into the open elevator to hide, and then slipping out of it again to let paying motel customers ride down to the beach, Fern was beginning to think of herself as a ghost, as the ghost who haunted the fifth floor. At the end of the hall, she wheeled around to begin her journey back to the elevator. In the red carpet ahead of her, she thought she could see a trail, a trail warn in the red carpet by her own bare feet. She had to stop this, had to get out of here. She would give Penny another few minutes, and if Penny didn't show her face by then, Fern would split.

Fern pushed the button, calling the elevator back up to the fifth floor. It took forever to arrive, and now, after having waited for it so many times, it seemed to take longer than forever. It was like a dog called too many times. It was tired – wanted to rest. Fern pressed the button again and again. Not that it would speed up the damn thing. She just needed to do something with her hands.

She hated waiting – waiting for poky elevators or waiting for devious cousins. The possibility was that Penny would never show her face. Maybe Penny hadn't even gotten off on the fifth floor, but had instead gotten off on some other floor while Fern's attention was distracted for a second. That would be like Penny – to slip away in a blink.

The elevator door opened, and Fern stepped in. The door closed, and she leaned against the wall, waiting. She could be rolling in bed with two college guys now, she thought disgustedly. Those two guys in the pickup truck were college guys down on vacation from Virginia. They had begged her to go back to their motel room with them. They'd said they'd even pay her, pay her to let them fuck her. She smiled. If she took money, that would make her a whore. Maybe being a whore wasn't half so bad. Those men turned her on. She loved their man-sized cocks. Oh, why keep thinking about them? They were gone now, and here she stood, freezing her bare ass off in an air-conditioned elevator. All because of Penny.

Fern had followed Penny from a distance after the guys had let her off. She'd slipped into the lobby of this motel just as Penny was entering the elevator. She'd watched the floor indicator above the elevator door in the lobby. She was sure that Penny had gotten off on the fifth floor.

What was Penny doing up here? Who was she seeing? The unanswered questions made Fern want to wring Penny's neck. If she ever found out the answers, she was going to tell Penny that she knew all about her secret goings-on.