Frank Brown: Incest teenagers

"Would you two young ladies like a ride?" he asked.

Janet and Cheryl looked at each other. Neither had ever seen the two young men before.

"Are you from the high school?" Janet asked.

"From the college," the young man answered. "We're both freshmen."

"Well?" Janet asked Cheryl.

"Naw," Cheryl said. "We don't even know them."

Having overheard Cheryl's remark, the youth beckoned to the girls. "Then please come over and we'll introduce ourselves," he said. "Nothing to be afraid of."

The two girls felt a strange kind of excitement. The flashy automobile, the rich-looking young men – and college guys at that – drew them toward the car. They could see the driver now, a well groomed young man with black hair and a flushed face. Close up, both youths appeared nervous.

"Ever see what a guy has between his legs?" the rider asked. He tried to smile coolly, but his lips trembled.

"Yeah," the driver said, "you chicks ever seen one of these?" He touched his pecker, which stuck straight up out of the fly of his green dress-slacks and throbbed against his yellow sport shirt.

The rider likewise touched his own liberated pecker. "You chicks like what you see?" His voice quavered.

Twin pearls of cum balanced on the tips of the vertical cocks, from which they had oozed simultaneously.

Janet and Cheryl stared with open mouths. They hadn't expected this.

Janet was the first to recover from her surprise. "Oh, my!" she said, trying to sound completely flustered. "I've never seen one of those before." She turned to Cheryl, who immediately caught on to Janet's game. "Have you ever seen one of those before, Cheryl?"

Cheryl sighed intentionally. She slid her hand between her legs and rubbed the crotch of her jeans. "Oh, my, no! At least never on a real man."

Janet swallowed hard to keep from laughing. "Oh, look, Cheryl, how big they are, and how they stick straight up in the air, and how juice comes out of the end, and how they jump around."

"Oh, Janet, I'm starting to feel all funny between the legs – all hot and wet – all tingly."

"Me too," Janet said, imitating Cheryl by seductively rubbing the crotch of her jeans.

"Holy Christ!" the driver said. "Are you girls virgins?"

"Yet, are you girls virgins?" his companion gasped.

"Yes," Janet said.

"But we don't want to be," said Cheryl.

"We're both so shy that none of the guys at school will even look at us," Janet said.

"You're kidding!" the two youths gasped, looking the two well-built nymphet's up and down.

Janet and Cheryl shook their heads like twin dolls.

"Will you fuck us?" Janet asked, trying to sound shy and pleading at the same time.

"Jesus Christ!" the two guys gasped, shooting glances of disbelief at each other.

Five minutes later the big silver Lincoln cruised to a stop behind a thicket of shrubbery in the wooded park near the high school. Janet and Cheryl slumped in the back seat, stifling their urges to burst into laughter, and whispered to each other loud enough for the two silent, trembling youths in the front seat to hear them.

"Will it hurt?" Cheryl whispered.

"I don't know," Janet answered. "It might. Those things look so damn big."

"Oooh, I hope not," Cheryl said.

"We're here," the driver said, without turning his head to look at the girls.

The real virgins are in the front seat, Janet thought, and Cheryl was thinking the same thing. The two girls grinned at each other. They were going to have some fun with these college guys. Cheryl didn't quite know what they were going to do, but she'd play along with Janet as she always did.

Janet began pulling off her clothes, and Cheryl imitated her. Within seconds, the two girls were stark naked.

"I've got a blanket – in the trunk," the driver said, opening his door and climbing out. "Jesus Christ!" He'd spotted the two naked girls in the back seat.

His companion whirled to see what he was so excited about. "Holy shit!" the rider said.

Janet and Cheryl spread their legs apart, displaying their pink, juicy cunts to the stunned youths.

"Hey, you guys," Janet said nonchalantly. "We don't even know your names yet."

"Bob," the driver muttered, his eyes fastened first on Janet's cunt, then on Cheryl's.

"Bert," the rider half-whispered. He appeared just as entranced as his friend.

Janet lifted her sexy leg and rested her naked foot on the top of the front seat just inches from Bert's flushed face. She could feel his hot breath against it. She caressed his pointed nose with her big toe.

Bert groaned. He grabbed her pretty foot and covered it with wet kisses while muttering to himself under, his breath.

"Oh, Bert," Janet said, "you're such a stud. I can't wait to feel you inside me." She wiggled her big toe into his mouth. He sucked it like her willing slave. A hot thrill moved through Janet's toe and up her leg. Her clit tingled.

"Christ, Bob," Bert gasped, "get out the blanket."

"Sure," Bob mumbled, half-staggering toward the trunk.

Cheryl jiggled her creamy tits for Bob through the side window as he passed, and she was sure he was going to faint. His dick was still out of his fly, and it quivered like an arrow that had just struck its mark.

Janet wiggled her foot free from Ben's mouth. It was like taking a pacifier away from a baby. The youth's hungry mouth clung to her big toe while she tried to pull it out and then continued to suck the air after she'd freed the sexy digit. Janet opened her door and slid out into the warm sunshine. Cheryl followed her. Both girls rubbed their sexy feet over the waxy fallen leaves and stretched their nubile young bodies in the open air.

"Where should we do it?" Bob asked. He looked comical standing there with the brown blanket draped over his forearm and his twitching dick sticking out of his dress pants. His knees shook.

"Right here," Janet said. "Nobody comes back on these old park roads except for teens like us. But you two guys better take your clothes off. I want my first fucker to be a naked guy." She rubbed her pussy and licked her lips.

"Oh, jeez!" Bob said, dropping the blanket and tearing off his clothes.

Bert was already undressing inside the Lincoln, and he caught Bob's clothes as Bob tossed them to him through the window. Bert jumped out of the car, and he and Bob stood side by side in the sunshine, their adolescent clicks twitching in unison as they feasted their virgin eyes on the highly experienced nymphets. The guys were lean, with square pectorals, and veined skin over their heaving bellies. Their white skin flushed from head to toe. They panted like horses that had just run a race.

When Janet saw their naked bodies and their wild excitement, she couldn't help but tremble a littie herself. She felt herself flushing. She still planned to toy with the inexperienced youths, but not before she'd had a taste of their big horny cocks. She glanced at Cheryl beside ha. The black-haired nympho was flushing as much as herself, and Cheryl's breath was coming hot and heavy.

"Should we taste their peckers, honey?" Janet asked Cheryl with a wink.

"Why not?" Cheryl answered, and the two girls fell to their knees in front of the horny youths, their tongues hanging out.

"Oh jeez!" the two guys groaned simultaneously. The two girls lapped at their heavy nuts, licking from the sensitive crotch-flesh just under the sacs to the loose skin surrounding the bases of the rampant cocks.

Look at that pecker jump, Janet thought as she churned her tongue over Ben's humming nuts. The big cock squirmed all over, its purple head looking ready to pop.

"Oh, Christ, suck it," Bert pleaded.

"Yeah, suck it," Bob whispered to Cheryl, who was polishing his sensitive nuts just as wildly as Janet was polishing Bert's.