Frank Brown - Incest teenagers

Both guys shot and shot and shot, groaning and gibbering all the while. They'd snapped the pink cherries of two hot pussies, they believed. For the first time in their lives they were spurting their jism right up inside a girl's hot body. They were so excited by what they were doing that before the last spasms had shook their skinny loins they both passed out.

Janet and Cheryl sat on the hot guys until the last spasms jerked their hard cocks. For a few moments they stared at the unconscious youths, stunned.

"Christ," Janet said. "Did you ever see anything like that?"

Cheryl shook her head. "I hope we didn't kill them."

"That's what happens to guys who waits 'til they're eighteen for their first fuck." She pulled up off of Ben's spent cock. It snapped against his belly, still hard as a rock.

Cheryl uncoupled herself from Bob. His cock, too, whacked down against his belly.

The two girls couldn't resist popping the big dripping peckers into their mouths to suck out any jism that remained in the piss-tubes. Then they licked their own pussy juices off the guys' nuts.

"Help me," Janet said, and she and Cheryl together managed to flip Bert over so that he was half-lying on Bob. Janet draped Bert's arm across Bob's chest and curled Bob's arm around Ben's shoulders. She shoved their faces close, so their noses and lips touched. She threw Bert's leg over Bob's loins. Last of all, she wrapped their cocks around each other.

"They make a cute couple," Cheryl joked. "Don't they?" said Janet.

"I wonder when they'll wake up."

"Who knows? When guys come like that, sometimes they sleep for hours. Wish we could be around to see them wake up, though, all lovey dovey with each other." She grinned.

"They'll either kiss or start fighting," Cheryl laughed.

The girls dressed. "We don't have to run now," Janet said.

"Yeah," Cheryl said, remembering Janet's plan to grab their clothes and run as soon as the guys had shot. "What did you have in mind, anyway?"

Janet grinned. "I still have it in mind. We'll lock their clothes inside the car – along with their car keys, of course. It's so much easier now to pull it off with them asleep."

"They'll be furious," Cheryl said. "Won't they, though?" Janet grinned devilishly. "But cocky guys who come along pretending to be hot-shot fuckers when they're really virgins – well, they deserve what they get."

"Guess so," Cheryl said, glancing at the sleeping youths wrapped in each other's arms. "Too bad, though. They're so cute."

Dressed, but carrying their shoes so they could walk barefooted, the two girls left the naked guys and the silver Lincoln behind them in the deserted woods of the park.

"Now, what's that hot story you want to tell me?" Janet asked.

They were crossing a busy intersection, making sure to wiggle their asses extra hard at the drooling youths revving their engines as they waited for the light to change.

"Hey, chickies, wanna fuck?" a driver yelled.

The two girls ignored him, satisfied though that they'd got his attention.

"It's about my clink of a brother, Willy," Cheryl said in answer to Janet's question. "I saw his cock this morning, and it's changed." She licked her lips and swallowed. "He's got a big hard prick between his legs now, and it kind of turns me on. And you wouldn't believe what he was doing with it at the breakfast table right in front of Mom and Dad. The prick's got balls. He's a regular bull."

Ben and Willy lay in the tall grass of the farm field that bordered the high school athletic fields. They'd just watched the football team hold a short practice. Tomorrow night, Friday, was the big game, and the coaches always gave their players an easy practice session the day before a game so they'd be well-rested and bursting with energy for the contest. Willy and Ben lounged in the tall grass wishing they were bigger and tougher so they could play football too.

"I wonder why the coach told them that," Willy said, rubbing the soles of his bare feet in the hay and sucking on a grass stalk.

Ben plucked the petals off a daisy blossom, one by one. "Shooting off is supposed to wear a guy out, and the coach doesn't want his players all wore out for the game tomorrow."

The two guys were discussing the head coach's final instructions to the team before all the sweaty players had filed into the dressing room to hit the showers. "And you guys lay off the pussy tonight and get to bed early," the coach had growled. "I don't want any of you guys fagged out for the game. After we win tomorrow night, you can fuck all night, for all I care. Hell, you can fuck all weekend. But lay off the cunt tonight. Put an icebag on your dork if YOU have to." The team roared, the players nudging each other in the ribs, and the coach dismissed them.

"That's an old-wive's tale," said Willy. "I read it in my old man's sex book – the one he keeps hidden on the top bookshelf behind the other books."

"What's an old-wive's tale?" Ben asked. He got up on his knees, yanked out his monstrous prick, and let go with a heavy stream of yellow piss. The late afternoon was overcast and perfectly still, and Ben's piss hissed into the dry hay.

"Something some old wife made up a long time ago. She was a dizzy old dingbat who didn't know nothing about nothing, but she sat around all day making up things that everybody believed even though they weren't true. Well, she claimed that shooting off wears a guy out so much that he can't do nothing, especially, be can't play football. Well, my old man's book says that ain't true. Sometimes shooting off even makes a guy peppier. And my old man's book should know. After all, a principal is smarter than a coach, so he reads smarter books."

Ben nodded. Willy made perfect sense. "Sure," Ben said. "I already shot off three times today, and I ain't tired a bit."

"Me too," Willy said. "Three times, and I ain't tired neither."

"When'd you jack off?" Ben asked. He was reclining on his side now, propped up on one elbow, fiddling with the fat head of his spongy cock.

Willy unzipped and pulled out his dick, stroking it in imitation of his buddy. Anything Ben did with his prick Willy wanted to do with his own. He figured that his own dick still had a chance of growing as big as Ben's, and he half-suspected that the way Ben handled his cock had something to do with its growing so huge.

"At breakfast," Willy said. "I told you that story."

Ben nodded with awed approval.

"Then, with you, when we got to school. And then in fifth-period algebra. Old Lady Jones is always scratching on the blackboard, so I just slipped my hand down my pants and rubbed the old weenie off. She never knew the difference."

"Didn't anybody see you?" Ben asked.

"Just Sherman Hall. He sits across from me in the back row. But he wouldn't tell. Shit, he shoved his hand down his own pants and jacked off with me. When he came I thought he'd fall out of his desk."

Ben laughed, then confessed his own three jackoffs. The one in the backyard, the one in the john with Willy, and a quickie in the shower room after gym class. He'd gotten a hard-on while all the other guys were frolicking hi the showers, and he'd had to practically bury himself in the corner till all the guys cleared out so he could jack off his prick to make it go down. Shit, if they ever saw it hard, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Shhhh!" Willy said suddenly. He put his index finger to his lips and slowly rose to his feet. The grass was so tall that he could hardly see over the top of it.

"What is it?" Ben whispered, climbing to his own feet.

The two guys looked in the direction of the equipment shed that stood about twenty yards from their hiding place in the grass. The shed stood up against the hayfield, and its backside was a common meeting place for teens who wanted to smoke dope or neck or just rap undisturbed.