Frank Brown: Incest teenagers

Janet groaned. A high-pitched whine came from deep in her cock-stuffed throat. The golden down on her tanned back stood on end. Her toes wriggled. Her back arched until the spine looked ready to snap. Suddenly she shuddered from head to toe. Her orgasm came like an endless series of convulsions.

Brian's face turned purple. His ass bucked as if he'd lost control of it, as if Janet's cunt was an electrical socket into which he'd shoved his prick, and now his loins were being jolted with shocks. "Ohhhh, Jesus Christ!" he moaned. "Ohhhhhh, fuck! She's sooo tight! Goddamn I'm gonna come! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"

Mike's mouth hung open as he watched his brother being suddenly sucked dry by his sister's spasming cunt. He heaved his own loins frantically at his sister's mouth. The bedsprings squeaked. Mike threw himself flat out onto the mattress, humping upward as if he were fucking a cunt. His toes pressed against the shiny hardwood floor. His heels lifted high, calf muscles straining. He threw his arms backward over his head and writhed. His loins jerked. He groaned. His jism spurted. Now Janet was sucking him dry, too, her cunt still spasming, Brian shot cock spewing spurt after spurt after spurt of jism inside her. Brotherly jism flooded her from both ends.

The fucking, sucking triplets whined and jerked together, jism spurting, pussyjuice gushing. In the adjacent room, crouched in the moonlight, their forgotten brother, Ben, shot his eighth and heaviest load of the day against the massive oak door that hadn't been used in years. Had the fucking trio not been out of their minds with the sensations of their own orgasms, had they not been whining and gibbering with the intense sex-feelings spiraling through their adolescent loins, they would have heard the cracked whimpers of their brother, they would have heard the heavy splats of his hot jism pelting the door.

Oh, Jesus! Ben thought, in the luscious throes of his pubescent orgasm, I've gotta fuck that bitch! I've gotta fuck Janet or I'm gonna end up in an asylum. And I can do it! I can fuck that bitch like she's never been fucked. I'm a stud, a real stud. I've got the biggest, hottest dick in town, and after what I've seen today, I know how to use it! Just wait!

Had Willy not witnessed the hot fuck scene between that nympho, Amy, and that big muscular stud, Brent, he wouldn't have been lying awake at one in the morning jerking on his horny pecker. And he would never have heard the rustling of bushes and the whispering of voices that made him leap out of bed, seven-inch cock waving in the air, and stick his head out his bedroom window to investigate. Under the bright light of the full moon, a pair of bare legs and feet disappeared through his sister Cheryl's bedroom window. What the hell? Willy thought, and he dove head-first out of his own bedroom window onto the dewy grass, narrowly missing jamming his pecker into the windowsill. Even as he crawled bare-assed toward his sister's window, he could hear whispering and giggling coming from inside her bedroom. He slid up the siding of the bungalow and peered inside.

"Shhhh!" Cheryl was saying. "Either you behave yourself and keep quiet, or we can't do this. The old folks sleep at the other end of the house, but they've got sharp ears. And no cigs, or they'll come sniffing down the hallway."

"Sure, sure," said her visitor. "Anything you say. But lets get hopping, honey. I'm hot." The teen dropped his shorts and stepped out of them, baring his firm ass. He pulled off his T-shirt. His blond hair tickled his bare shoulders. As the teen turned sideways, Willy could make out his cock sticking straight up in the air. He was one of Ben's brothers, for sure, but which one?

Cheryl untied her sexy see-through negligee and let it drift to the floor. The naked couple embraced, the teen humping his cock against Cheryl's fuzzy belly. "Ooooh, Timmy," Cheryl cooed, "your cock is so hot! Ooooh, it gets me so excited! It makes me wanna fuck."

Tim chewed on her ear. "That's what I'm here for, doll. So why don't you spread that pussy and let me in."

Cheryl squealed like the giddy schoolgirl she was, and jumped up into Tim's muscular arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Tim juggled her asscheeks in his hands while Cheryl wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths. Cheryl's pussy was wide open, and Tim's horny cock slipped inside like a snake entering its hole. Cheryl sighed.

"Mmmm, Timmy, I love your cock. I love the way it feels inside me – big and hot and smooth." She churned her tits against the teen's flat chest.

Tim tried humping, but after several seconds his knees began wobbling. "Get down," he gasped. "You're too heavy."

As Cheryl slid off him, Tim's prick popped out of her cunt. The big dick twitched, gleaming in the bedroom lamplight, all slick and wet with Cheryl's pussyjuice. When Cheryl saw it, she fell to her knees at the teen's feet and gobbled it up.

"Jesus Christ, what a horny cocksucker!" Tim said. He raised his arms above his head and writhed like a belly dancer as Cheryl sucked at his prick. "Yeah! Suck it! Mmmmm! Beautiful! Oh, wow!" He rubbed his hands up and down his lean chest and belly, making love to his own body while the sexy girl at his feet sucked his cock.

"You know what, Cheryl?" he asked. "You know what I've always wanted? For some sexy chick to tie me up and do whatever she wants to me. Oh, jeez, the thought of it almost makes me shoot off!"

Cheryl stopped sucking when she heard that. She pulled up off his cock and looked up at him. "I'll do it, Timmy darling," she said. "I'll tie you up and do hot things to you." She stood up and walked over to her dresser.

Tim followed her with his eyes. His mouth gaped. He was shaking.

Cheryl rummaged in the dresser, and at last pulled out a handful of nylon stockings. She turned and presented them to Tim. "These should work," she said.

Tim grabbed them. "Sexy!" he said. He pressed them to his face, then rubbed them up and down his belly. At last, he hung one over his jutting cock.

Cheryl giggled. "Hunky clothesline. Wish I had a whole batch of sexy pegs like that to hang my panties."

"Panties," Tim said. "You got any used ones around, I mean, ones you've worn a lot but haven't washed yet?" His dick throbbed.

Cheryl dove into a pile of clothes on the floor. "You mean like these?" she asked. She held up a pair of pink panties with blue fruit designs. She tossed them to Tim.

He pressed them to his nose and inhaled, eyes closed. "Hot damn!" he muttered. "What a fucking smell! Christ, you must have juiced in these a hundred times." He rubbed the pussy-scented panties all over his face. "Oh, Jesus! These smell like one-hundred-percent chick."

Cheryl giggled. While Tim continued inhaling the scent of her panties, she dropped down and tied one nylon stocking around each of his ankles. She stood up, pulled the panties out of his hands and hung them on his dick. Then she tied stockings around his wrists. "OK, slaveboy, lie down on the rug."

Tim grinned, and stretched himself out on the red shag rug between Cheryl's bed and her dresser. His cock stood up from his belly and quivered. The teen was excited, his fantasy becoming reality.

Cheryl snatched up her smelly panties and threw them over Tim's face. Tim sited, chewing on their musk-scented crotch. Cheryl bound his arms above his head – one to each leg of the bed – and his legs, spread wide, to the legs of the dresser. Cheryl stood up and looked down at the naked youth spread-eagled before her. Her scented panties still lay on his face.

"Mmmm, what a luscious sight!" she said. "My own slaveboy." She hooked the panties with her big toe and flung them off the youth's flushed face. "Since you like chewing on panty crotches so much, naughty boy, you're gonna love chewing on a real crotch." She straddled the teen's face, shoving her bare feet under his shoulders, and lowered her dripping pussy to his lips.