Frank Brown: Incest teenagers

"Fuck me, Brent. Oh, please, fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeee!"

At that moment, getting their first glimpse into the wide-open, juicy cunt of a girl, Ben and Willy spurted their own jism into the grass under their bellies. Their tongues hung out of their mouths, dripping. Their asses bounced up and down with involuntary humping motions. And their eyes glazed over from the intense feelings shooting through their pricks. Had it not been for Amy screaming to be fucked, Brent would have heard their high-pitched whimpers as they shot their steaming loads. As their simultaneous orgasms subsided, and their blurred vision cleared, they watched Brent leap catlike to his feet and stand above the moaning, pleading nymphette.

Brent stood with his hands on his hips, his big dick still jutting upward from his loins. "You're asking for it, honey," Brent muttered. "If I fuck you to a pulp, just remember – you asked for it. Goddamn, you're a hot bitch!"

Amy gibbered incoherently, stretching her pubescent cunt so wide that she looked like she was going to rip herself in half. Pussyjuice gushed out of her cunt and streamed down over her pink bottom and puckered asshole. "Shove it in!" she gasped. "Oh, Goddamn, shove it in!"

Brent dropped to his knees. The golden muscles of his flared back glistened with millions of sweat droplets. His sweaty asscheeks quivered. He hooked his wide shoulders under Amy's knees and forced her up onto her shoulders as if he were charging a blocking sled. Amy cried out as if she'd been skewered. Brent's heavy nuts banged against her pretty ass. Without a moment's pause, Brent put all two-hundred pounds of his bone and muscle to work, fucking the gibbering nymph out of her mind.

Amy grunted to each of Brent's murderous thrusts as if she were having the wind knocked out of her. Her pretty blond head jerked from side to side. Her pink toes clenched at the air. Her supple spine compressed and recoiled like a shock absorber, again and again and again. Brent fucked her mercilessly, snorting like a bull.

Brent was stitched out long over the tiny girl, balanced solely on his hands and toes. His strong fingers gripped the dry grass above Amy's shoulders. His thick toes set themselves in the dust. From heels to shoulders he was a mass of writhing muscle. Veins bulged in his plump calves. The lean globes of his ass flexed with the hard-driving rhythm of his fucking. He fucked as if his loins were oiled.

Within seconds Amy gibbered with orgasm, her body twitching, her toes curled under as if gripping a live wire. "Eeeeeh!" she squealed.

"Goddamn, you're tight!" Brent muttered. "Oooh, beautiful! What a cunt! What a hungry cunt!"

He rotated his ass now, twisting and turning his big cock inside the insatiable nympho. Her orgasm ended. She begged for more.

Brent labored, grunting and panting, desperate for another orgasm. From the stream of cum that had spurted out of his cock when he'd hit the ground during his first orgasm, Ben and Willy guessed he'd fucked out a couple cups of jism already. And that sexy bitch, Amy, had swallowed all but that one stray spurt, much of which still clung to her contorted face.

"Oh, Brent," Amy moaned, "I'm coming again." Again her pretty toes curled under. Again her hot body twitched. Again she squealed.

"Jesus Christ!" Brent gasped. His horny ass shook as Amy's spasming cunt chewed at his cock. "Oh, God, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhh!" He shot his load of hot jism deep into Amy's hungry loins.

Ten times his loins shook. Ten times he groaned. Ten hot spurts shot up Amy's cunt. His eleventh spurt shot against her quivering pucker. He'd lost control, and his cock had gotten loose. A few more small spurts bubbled out over Amy's asscrack and trickled down her spine. Brent's big nuts dangled between his legs, deflated.

Ben and Willy chewed their knuckles. They were both shooting again. They clamped their ecstatic eyes shut and held on.

Five minutes later Brent and Amy, dressed again, finally staggered around the corner of the equipment shed and across the football field.

"Jeez!" Willy said, stuffing his spent cock back in his pants as he watched the departing couple.

Ben just shook his head. It was the first time in his life he'd seen real fucking – and the same went for Willy.

Bern snapped on his flashlight and shined it at his watch. One in the morning, already three hours past his usual bedtime, and he hadn't slept. He'd tried. He'd kept his eyes tightly shut for an entire hour between eleven and twelve, but all he saw when he closed his eye was Amy's wide-open cunt with hot pussyjuice bubbling from it and Brent's big slick cock slicing in and out of it. And he could still hear the grunts and squeals of the two fuckers as if they were going at it right there in his bedroom. Ben's big dick was so hard that it hurt, and it throbbed up and down in the moonlight that shone in through the tiny window above his bed. Ben stretched out on his mattress, hands pillowing his head, and watched his ten-and a-half-inch cock twitch.

"You're real horny, aren't you, old boy," he whispered. He spoke to his prick as if it was a pet. "But, jeez, I already jacked you, off seven times since this morning. I don't wanna wear you out." He'd jacked off his big dick twice since climbing into bed three hours ago.

He stretched long and hard under the cool, but comfortable, breeze that streamed in through the inch-wide window opening. The night was unseasonably warm, fifteen degrees warmer than last night, and with the addition of a full moon, the balmy, romantic night heated even more the teen's already hot blood.

Damn, he thought, if he could only get his cock into a girl – any girl! If only some cute chick would throw herself before him and spread open her pussy and beg him to fuck her the way Amy had done with Brent – he'd show her a thing or two! He flexed his cock and humped his loins a few times like a boxer sparring with the air as he awaits the bell.

If he only had muscles like Brent! If he only wasn't so shy! He imagined himself in Brent's body, walking around real cocky, his big dick standing up and wagging as he strutted, pounding up the dust with his big muscular feet. Naked girls crawled on their hands and knees at his feet. Some rubbed against him like she-cats. Others reached up, pleading with him to fuck them. As he walked smiling confidently, but ignoring the girls, panting girls slid down his legs as if down the trunks of trees. Girls crawled before him like bitches, waving their upturned asses at him, whining with desire for his big cock. All right, he'd finally say, who's first? And the sex-crazy girls would claw at each other, fighting over him. Pre-cum bubbled out of Ben's bucking pecker and pooled between the sharp ridges of his clean abdominal muscles. He wiped it up with his fingers and ate it, pretending it was pussyjuice.

"Jeez, old boy," he said to his pecker, "you and me are so horny that we'll have to jack off again." He cradled his overgrown nuts in his left hand and petted his prick with his right. The monstrous cock looked as big around as his forearm.

As he stroked his horny prick he thought about what Willy had said while walking home after school today.

"Shit, Benjy, Brent's got a lot of muscle, but his dick is nowhere as big as yours is. I bet it ain't even more than a half-inch longer than mine."

"But it looked so Goddamn big," Ben answered. "It is big, Benjy, but yours is a hell of a lot bigger! All you've gotta do is get up the nerve to wave your hot cock at some chick, any old chick, and she'll be gushing juice like Niagara Falls. And the dizzy chick won't be able to keep her mouth shut, and in a few days every hot cunt in school will be begging you to fuck her sexy ass."

Ben squeezed his fat nuts. He could feel the cum bubbling inside of them. He held his hard pecker vertical. "Did you hear what Willy said this afternoon, old boy? All we gotta do is show you to some chick and we'll be fucking ten times a day. No more hand-jobs. No more creaming into pillows and underwear. Just you and me fucking pussy."