Frank Brown - Two horny cousins

Fern closed her hand around his prickshaft. It jerked in her hand. She couldn't believe how hot his cock was, or how hard it was, or how silky-smooth. Hot juice bubbled out of the slit in the prickhead, making Fern's hand slippery as she felt the boy's cock up and down. She stroked the cock lance in the way she'd seen the surfers stroke their own cocks. The swollen prick shuddered like the back of a stretching cat. Pete groaned, humping his skinny hips.

"Let me fuck you before I come!" Pete said. "You've got me so hot, Fern. I've never been so hot!"

Fern smiled uneasily, but she felt less giddy than before. Heat flushed through her face now, and she realized that she was trembling. She felt herself sobering. She swallowed hard. Her cunt ached, filled with hot pokers of sensation. She stroked Pete's cockrod faster, licking her lips as she watched the purple prickhead throb, watched the piss-slit open like a mouth. She expected to see white gobs of jism burst out at any moment. She squinted, in case some of the stuff flew at her eyes.

"Please, Fern," the teen whined. "Oh, please! I ain't never fucked before. I just gotta do it!"

"Sorry," Fern said, and she leaned forward to kiss the head of his cock. The boy's pre-cum was sweet, and she licked across the piss-slit to taste some more.

"Wowww!" the teen said. "Oh, mannn!"

And he fell forward, ramming his cock at her lips. He shinnied up over her tits and straddled her neck, continuing to jab his cockhead at her mouth.

Fern twisted her head away from the dripping cock. As the purple-headed cockrod thrust at her, it appeared to grow bigger and bigger. It became a monster, a hot, dripping, murderous monster.

"Let me go!" Fern wailed. "Let me go!"

Pete's cock filled her mouth, gagging her. She gasped for breath.

"Feels good!" Pete said. "Suck it, Fern. Suck it and lick it. Mmm!"

He humped, shoving his cock into Fern's throat, bouncing his nuts on her chin. His cock leaked pre-cum, and the hot boy-fluid coated Fern's throat as it trickled down into her stomach.

Fern's jaw ached. She thought her lips would split. The boy's cock was as thick as a wrist. He might just as well have shoved his fist into her mouth, the way he was stretching her lips. And his cock was so hot. It burned the roof of her mouth, burned her tongue.

"Lick under the cockhead," Pete said, wiggling his ass. "Suck it a lot under the head. That's where it feels best."

Fern darted the tip of her tongue at the backside of the prickhead savagely. She would lick him just as he wanted. She'd wear his cockhead right off.

Pete bucked his hips, driving his cockshaft down her throat, grinding his balls at her chin, scouring her nose with his pubic hair.

"Feels good," he gibbered. "You're doing good. Oh, I love it – love getting my cock sucked!"

Fern gagged and choked, gagged and choked, at times nearly passing out from lack of air. The boy's pre-cum ran down her throat in periodic bursts, as if small dams had burst inside his loins, releasing their reservoirs of boy-juice. His smooth, slick cocklance pistoned in and out of her mouth and throat, fucking her face as easily as if it were fucking her cunt. The big cock pounded in and out, throbbing rhythmically.

Fern's resistance loosened. Her mouth and throat relaxed her tongue flapped lazily at the backside of the boy's sliding cock. She swallowed his pre-cum when it flowed. She opened her eyes and watched his brown abdominal muscles contracting above her, watched his face contort, watched his eyes roll.

As she relaxed, as she gave up and stopped resisting, she began to feel the sensations caused by the boy's mouth-fucking. Her lips, her throat, the entire inside of her mouth – all tingled with sensations she had only felt before in her loins. She became aware of her nipples tingling, and she began to rhythmically clamp her legs together, squeezing her inflamed cuntlips and clit between them, milking the sexy feelings out of her cunt.

Her cunt was hot. It was drooling pussy juice. She was slippery between the legs. Her cuntlips squished together. Fingers of hot cunt juice ran down and tickled her asscrack. She was suddenly enjoying sucking the boy's long horny cock. She didn't care if he fucked her face all day. She would just lie here and enjoy it.

She felt flutterings against her lips – little heartbeats at the base of the boy's cockshaft. She inhaled the heavy, musky scent of his curly-haired groin, a mixture of sweat and of something else, of something distinctly boyish, distinctly masculine. She felt zinging vibrations transferred from the boy's cock down through her tongue and lips. She listened to the teen muttering – telling her or himself or the world about how good it felt to be fucking a girl's mouth, about how good it felt to get your prick sucked by a pretty girl.

Fern relaxed even more, cooing deep in her throat. She rubbed the boy's grapefruit-sized asscheeks, juggling the smooth little orbs in her palms. She stroked his lower back. His skin was hot, and she felt prickles of excitement pass into her hands. His cock flexed, almost lifting her head off. His ass shuddered.

"I'm coming!" he gasped. "I'm coming!"

Fern jumped, unprepared for the flood of spurting jism that filled her mouth and throat. The stuff was warm, and it shot out of the boy's pulsating cock like water out of a squirt-gun.

"Ohhh, mannn!" the teen moaned. "Suck it out!"

Fern sucked, swallowing one hot spurt of cum after another. The jism was sweet and salty, alkaline-tasting, unlike anything she'd ever before tasted. She thought it tasted like boy – like the essence of boy. She sucked hungrily, greedy for all he could give her, all the jism he could feed her. She loved his warm, spurting cum. It was like something she'd been craving the taste of all her life. She mouthed the pulsating cock and sucked. More! she thought. More! Give me all of it!

Pete gasped. His body shuddered. More hot cum shot down Fern's undulating throat, rolling down into her stomach, nourishing her.

Fern cooed and sucked, moaned and sucked.

All of it! She thought. All of it! Mine! All mine!

Russell Stevens paced the floor of his motel room, trying hard not to shoot off in his pants with each step he took. His cock was stiffer than it had been in years. He hadn't been this horny probably since he was seventeen, not since the days when he used to fuck those hot teenager teases, those little bitch sluts he'd gone to high school with.

God, that was a long time ago! Nineteen years since he'd been seventeen. He was getting old. But shit, he didn't feel any different – at least, not today. Today he felt seventeen again. He might easily shoot off in his pants before she arrived – very easily. He squeezed his cock like a young teen trying to keep from pissing in his pants, then checked his watch for the twentieth time.

She said she'd meet him here at noon. Maybe he'd told her the wrong motel, or the wrong room number. Christ! But what could he do now? Call home and say to his wife, "Norma, honey, has Penny left yet?" Norma would suspect something right off the bat. She already suspects something, he thought.

His wife had been acting strangely ever since Penny arrived. She'd been flirting with him during the day and throwing herself at him at night. Her cunt hadn't been so hot and juicy since the first few times he'd fucked in the back seat of his dad's Chevy at the drive-in theater. Christ, she was a hot little bitch in those days! And now she was trying to be that hot little bitch again – because she suspected, suspected that he had eyes for another cunt. And she was right – damn right!

The first person he'd noticed among the crowd of newly arrived passengers at the airport four days ago was a foxy black-haired teenager chick dressed in jeans and a tight – a very tight – T-shirt. What a pair of tits! Nipples practically poking holes in her shirt. And the way she moved, wiggling her ass slowly, like some chick you rarely see anywhere except in the movies. Christ! Every Goddamned male in the airport was drooling over her, and she knew it. He could tell that she knew it.