Frank Brown - Incest teenegers

Standing behind the shed now were a long-haired football player, still wearing his jersey and shoulder pads, and a blond-haired girl in a cheerleader's outfit. The football player had the cheerleader up against the weathered-gray side of the shed, and he was kissing and biting her all over the face and neck. Although the cheerleader appeared to struggle to free herself, she giggled as if she were thrilled.

Ben and Willy sank back down and crawled on their hands and knees through the thick grass. At the edge of the field they slid down on their bellies to watch the exciting spectacle before them. Both still had their pricks out, which now throbbed hard as steel between their clothed bellies and the yellow hay.

"Come on, honey," the football player panted. "You know you want it. You've been wiggling your ass at me ever since school started."

Ben and Willy – recognized the player immediately. He was none other than Brent Johnson, the big tackle – six feet tall, two-hundred pounds, and not a trace of fat on him. Brent had made second-team all-state last year as a junior, and he was sure to make first team this year. Ben and Willy had seen him working out with weights a few times at the Y, and their eyes had nearly popped out at the sight of Brent's massive, writhing muscles. Both guys thought Brent was a God.

"Come on, chicky," Brent said, "let's see how you're doing down here." He had his hand up under her skirt, and the muscles of his forearm looked like a mess of throbbing cables as he felt her up.

The girl's eyes swam as the muscular football player's big hand played with her crotch. She went limp against the bare shed, and Brent had to catch her to keep her from getting slivers in her cute wiggling rump.

"Ohh, Brent!" the chick cooed. "Ohh, Brent, ooooh!"

Willy and Ben recognized the girl, also. She was Amy Martin, and a member of the cheerleading squad. Both guys were crazy about her, but she had never once looked at either of them. She had eyes only for seniors. Ben, especially, was hot for her because she had long, silky-blond hair like his own, and because she reminded him of his sister, Janet, who turned him on more than any girl he'd ever seen.

Amy leaned against the shed wall, her knees shaking, while the horny football player tore her clothes off. The big male straightened up, staring down at the trembling girl. He was easily twice her size, and she trembled before him like a tiny rose blossom, blushing from head to foot. Her pubescent tits stood out like pointed cones, the pink nipples at their tips quivering with excitement.

She put one pretty foot on top of the other, hid her fuzzy pussy behind her hands, and fluttered her blue eyes at the muscular stud before her. They glimmered under long eyelashes.

"Goddamn, you're a pretty, sexy thing!" Brent said. He kicked off his spiked shoes and peeled off his thick wool socks. His muscular feet pounded up dust as he planted them on the yellow earth.

"What are you going to do, Brent?" Amy asked. She pouted her lips, playing the part of an innocent girl.

Brent's armpits bristled with black hair as he peeled off his red jersey. Beads of sweat rippled over the armor of his ribs. His plastic shoulder pads clicked. "I'm gonna enjoy you, honey," he said. Then he sucked up her tits one at a time, each pink tit disappearing completely in his mouth.

Amy's head swayed back and forth. Her eyes were closed. Her long blond hair trailed over her shoulders. "Oh, Brent!" she muttered. "Oh, Brent!" Three small trickles of pussy juice oozed down the inside of her smooth thigh.

"Look at that!" Willy whispered. "She's juicing!"

"Goddamn!" whispered Ben. "I think I can smell it!"

Willy's nostrils twitched. "Me too," he said.

Both guys humped at the grass. Precum bubbled out of their cocks. Brent's shoulder pads hit the ground. He tore off his pants. His asscheeks flexed. His jockstrap tented straight out. Amy fell to her knees and threw her arms around the big stud's legs. She rubbed her naked body up and down against them, purring like a kitten. She moved up and hooked her trembling fingers under the waistband of Brent's jock. As Brent's jock slipped down, his horny cock flipped out and slapped up against his belly. His swollen nuts looked big red apples. Amy slipped the sweaty jock off over the big stud's feet and pressed it to her face.

"Goddamn!" Brent said, his eyes on the worshipping nymphette.

Amy inhaled deeply, her lithe ribcage inflating remarkably, her firm tits pointing at the sky. She rubbed the sweaty jock all over her face, then up and down over her tits and belly and legs. "Mmmmm," she cooed, bathing her flesh in the stud's scent. "Mmmmmmm!"

Brent stretched as he watched her. His horny cock quivered, standing out from his loins at a forty-five degree angle. His square, flaring pectoral muscles danced under a growth of fine dark hair. A perfectly straight line of dark fur stretched between his navel and his abundant growth of cockhair.

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby," Brent muttered in a tone of voice that sounded as if he were picking a fight. "I'm gonna fuck the guts out of you." He stoked his cock like a warrior polishing his sword. "But that's what you want, baby, don't you? Yeah, baby, that's what you want. I can tell chicks like you want it hard."

As the sex-crazed young man muttered between his clenched teeth, gobs of thick pre-cum oozed out of his big cock and rolled over his knuckles. Amy let out a whimper and clawed her way up Brent's legs. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, dripping saliva. She lapped the juice from Brent's thick knuckles, then sucked at Brent's purple cockhead. Brent grasped her pretty blond head and forced it down over his bucking cock. Amy's nose mashed against Brent's groin, buried in his forest of pubic hair. She choked, gasping for breath.

"Suck it, you teeny-bopping bitch," Brent grunted. He humped his muscular loins, pumping his mean cock in and out of the pretty girl's mouth.

Amy continued to choke. She whimpered. Her blond head in Brent's huge muscular hands resembled a doll's head, and her willowy body resembled a ragdoll's as it flapped and trembled under the heated onslaught of the horny stud.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, mmmm, yeah, ooooh, ohhh!" Brent grunted. He bared his white teeth. He whined. His plump asscheeks inflated and contracted like bellows. Ws fat nuts slapped against Amy's long neck. Suddenly he lifted his leg and wrapped it around Amy's neck, cradling the back of her neck against his thick calf muscle. His huge foot flexed back and forth, the big toes spreading and clenching. His eyes rolled back like a zombie's. Amy gagged and choked as if she were drowning.

"I'm coming! Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm coming!" the big stud gasped, trying to balance on one foot while he pumped his load of hot jism down the girl's throat.

The giant of a youth clung to the pretty girl's head like a mountaineer grasping at a rock to save his life. For a moment, all was silent. The tall guy and the tiny girl appeared frozen forever in their precarious pose. Then the big muscular leg supporting the spasming youth wobbled. Suddenly it folded, and the spurting stud crashed backward onto his ass, leaving the gasping girl suspended in the air, her mouth still sucking.

The moment Brent's meaty ass hit the hay, a spurt of thick white jism blasted from the tip of his bucking cock and jetted five feet in the air, hitting Amy directly in the face.

"Oh, God!" Amy cried. "Don't waste it!" She dove on top of the still-spurting youth and gulped his cock down her throat. Her Adam's apple palpitated like a heart as she swallowed again and again.

Brent stretched out on the grass in a crucified position as the cum-hungry nymphette sucked him dry. The moment he was done shooting, Amy threw herself onto her back in the grass, kicked her excited legs in the air, yanked apart her pink cuntlips and wiggled her horny ass.