Frank Brown: Incest teenagers

Up in the top row of the bleachers, hid away in the shadows, huddled together in the most remote corner of the stadium, sat Willy and Ben, wearing hooded sweatshirts and sunglasses.

"Holy shit!" said Willy. "He almost killed that guy, and that guy's a foot taller than either of us."

"Maybe he didn't recognize us this afternoon," Ben said. "He was pretty far away when we took off."

"Maybe not," said Willy, "but I bet that big mouthed Amy told him who we were."

"He probably beat it out of her," said Ben. "Maybe he killed her…"

Both teens shuddered and pressed against each other.

Down at the other end of the sidelines, Amy, dressed in jeans and a blue nylon jacket, made her way carefully out of the bleachers. Her jeans were tight, and showed off her firm ass. She was barefooted, because bare feet made her look and feel sexier. Her long hair shined like golden fleece against the bright blue of her jacket. As she picked her way down the green, wooden seats, she made sure to graze his cheeks with her ass, or to lean on their shoulders for support, or to place a bare foot, as if by accident, on one of their thighs. By the time Amy stepped onto the dewy grass at the foot of the bleachers, every she'd come anywhere near during her descent had a hard cock trying to burst out of his tight jeans. Amy knew it, too. She could hear the hot breathing, could sense the stiff cocks, could feel the hoards of lusting male eyes raping her sexy body.

Amy made her way toward the scoreboard at the end of the field, then darted behind a clump of spruce trees. Once hidden in the security of the thick spruce boughs, she peered out and down the field toward the bleachers. Good! Nobody had followed her. She didn't want a whole pack of curious teens coming in here. The area back here was an exclusive hideaway for members only. Members were anybody Janet and Cheryl decided to let in.

Amy tiptoed through the shadows toward the clearing at the center of the clump of spruces. She winced now and then as she stepped. She was sore between the legs. Brent had given her the fucking of her life this afternoon. He'd been furious about her playing around with "freshmen brats" while waiting for him to come and fuck her.

"Not enough for you – huh?" he growled. "This thing ain't big enough, or something?" Then he knocked her flat on, her ass and rammed his dick up her cunt without himself even undressing. Her panties he ripped off her as if they were made of paper tissue.

"I'll teach you!" he snarled, and he fucked her for one solid hour without a moment's rest. They both came so many times that Amy lost count, and when it was all over, Amy could hardly walk. But as violent as the experience was, Amy loved every fucking second of it. Her only regret was that that absolutely amazing cock of Ben Konig's – the one she'd sucked off just before Brent arrived on the scene – hadn't been growing out of Brent's loins. Amy's pussy drooled as she stepped into the clearing. She couldn't get Ben's cock out of her mind.

Janet and Cheryl were there all right, busy as usual. The dozen or so teens in the clearing with them looked up, startled, as Amy entered.

"Nothing to worry about, studs," Janet said. "She's one of us."

"Hi there!" said one of the guys to Amy. He grinned lecherously. "Are you gonna join in?"

"Well, wet!" said another guy, twanging his rampant cock.

"Hot stuff!" said another. He was beating off. And all the other guys, except the two humping away at Cheryl's and Janet's asses, muttered something to show their lust for Amy.

Amy's pussy throbbed for all these big teenage cocks, but she was much too sore to do any fucking tonight. Two guys tried to pull down her pants, but she pushed them away.

"Not tonight, guys," she said. "I got the clap." The two guys backed away from her as if she were radioactive. Amy chuckled. That line always worked. She sat down on the spongy spruce-needle bed and watched the hot scene. Tonight she would have to be a spectator. She was horny as hell, but her pussy was too tender to touch. Damn, that Brent! she thought. He'd ruined her evening.

"Oh, Jesus!" gasped the guy riding Janet's ass. "Oh, wow! Feels so good!"

Janet was bent over, her jeans down around her ankles, her hands braced against her knees, her round ass turned up. The guy gripped her hips tightly while he plunged his cock in and out of her from behind. The guy was fully dressed, his cock protruding torn his open fly. He'd apparently been in too much of a hurry to get his cock up Janet's cunt to bother with dropping his pants.

"Cram me, stud," Janet gasped, giving Amy a wink while she said it. Then she made a rotary motion with her ass and whined like a she-cat.

The guy fucking her gibbered out a stream of fuck words. His eyes rolled back. His back arched. His loins shimmied. He humped his cock at high-speed. "Ohhh, Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "I'm coming! Ohhhhhh!"

Janet cooed as the spasming youth filled her with his hot jism. She churned her ass like a fan, sucking the guy's nuts dry.

The spent guy fell back onto the spongy ground, his hard prick dripping with cum and female juices, but before he could look up at the ass he'd just fucked, another guy had taken his place and was already well on the way to an orgasm.

Janet wiggled her ass as her newly mounted stud humped away at her. She winked again at Amy.

Meanwhile, next to Janet, Cheryl cooed with satisfaction as her own horny stud drove himself to orgasm while he rode her sexy ass. Like Janet, Cheryl had merely dropped her jeans, bent forward, and braced her hands on her knees, giving the pack of horny studs easy access to her upturned cunt.

While the waiting guys watched two of their buddies fucking the two hot nymphos, they stumbled about impatiently, their jeans shackling their ankles. All the guys appeared to be eighteen years old – seniors – and all had cocks that stood up nearly vertically, aching to wiggle up inside a pussy.

"Damn it, Ronnie," one of the guys snapped. "Hurry it up. Blow your load and get off that bitch." He stood directly behind the teen fucking Cheryl, his horny cock dripping a spittle like strand of silvery pre-cum. While he waited, he stroked his big cock.

The guy riding Cheryl increased the tempo of his fucking. Cheryl cooed louder, wiggling her ass faster and faster.

"Oooooh! Ohhhhh! Mmmmmm!" the fucking youth moaned. "Feels so, ohhhhhhhh! Christ!" The guy shuddered from head to toe. His jism spurted up Cheryl's cunt.

"Hurry!" his waiting buddy gasped. "Finish up!" He was beating his cock as if he'd lost control of his hand. "Oh, Jesus Christ, fuck!" His jism spurted out all over his spuming buddy's ass. "Goddamn!" he swore, losing his hot load before he'd had the chance to get his cock up Cheryl's pussy.

The scene was more than Amy could bear. She crawled on her hands and knees toward the guy firing his jism all over his buddy's ass and caught his bucking cock in her mouth. Spurts of hot jism shot down her throat. Amy cooed, and the guy groaned.

The moment the guy was done shooting his jism down her throat, Amy wheeled around to lick the jismed ass of Cheryl's fucker before he could get away. The guy had just pulled out of Cheryl's cunt to allow another horny youth to mount Cheryl. Amy grasped the guy's skinny hips and pulled his ass toward her lips.

"Bend over," she directed. "Let me lick your ass."

The guy leaned forward in imitation of Janet and Cheryl, bracing his hands on his knees, arching his back, and turning his ass up to Amy's tongue.

Amy went to work, polishing the white asscheeks, sucking down the thick wads of jism. The guy's ass was warm, and his buddy's jism was still hot and tasty. Amy loved the taste of cum. She just couldn't swallow enough of it.

Amy spread the youth's asscheeks. His asshole glistened with the jism that had trickled down over it. She licked the pucker, then up and down the moist asscrack.