Frank Brown

Incest teenagers

CHAPTER ONE

At three-fifteen one cold morning in mid autumn, Janet Konig awakened with a steaming cunt and an itchy clit. By three-thirty that morning, her teenage pussy had dripped so much sex-juice that the bedsheet under her pretty ass was all wet and slippery. Damn! she thought if she'd only waited up for her three brothers to get home, she wouldn't be in this horny mess right now. She should know better by now than to miss her bedtime fucks. She struggled up out of her warm bed. She couldn't lie there another second.

"Brrr!" Janet said. The room was frigid, and she was stark naked.

She half-squatted on the cold wooden floor while she sawed the side of her hand up and down her pussyslit. No good. She needed a hot body to rub against. Maybe one of her brothers was still awake. She opened her door and quietly slipped out of her room.

The upstairs hallway was bathed in the blue-silver moonlight that shone in through the window at the far end. The polished hardwood floor gleamed like ice, and it felt as cold as ice on Janet's tender feet. The nights got cold this late in the year, but not cold enough to warrant building a fire in the furnace. As she crept across the hallway to peer into her parents' bedroom, Janet shivered. Her hot nipples stood out like spikes in the nippy air.

The door of her parents' bedroom was wide open. Janet peeked in. The bed was still made, parents nowhere in sight. Janet sighed, her hot breath steaming in the cold air. At least that obstacle was out of the way. She wouldn't have to worry about her parents now. If one of her brothers did happen to be awake, she could smuggle him into her bedroom without the worry of getting caught. She crossed her fingers and tiptoed down the hall.

The floorboards screeched under her feet. She winced with every step. She had to laugh, causing her creamy tits to quiver under the moonlight. She realized that if Mom and Dad were home, she'd have absolutely no chance of smuggling one of her heavy-footed brothers into her room. This hallway floor was a natural burglar alarm.

The door of the bedroom shared by her three older brothers was half open. She could make out a set of naked legs hanging off one of the beds. She peeked around the door. Goddamn! Every last one of them was snoring! Each was sprawled across his own bed under the bright light of the nearly full moon.

The three teens looked like triplets. They all stood about five-ten and weighed about 180 pounds, with lean but muscular bodies completely free of body hair. They were both cute and handsome at the same time, and they were always as horny as billy goats, with their identical seven-and-a-half-inch cocks nearly always pointing up at their chins. As Janet watched them now, their bellies rising and falling with the deep breaths of sleep, their peckers twitching against their navels, she felt a trickle of spit drip from her chin. She realized she was drooling.

"Goddamn!" she muttered, rolling her hard little clit between her thumb and fingers. She didn't dare wake them. She'd tried that before. They threw fits when anyone tried to disturb their beauty sleep. And right now, from the way their peckers were all twitching, they were undoubtedly dreaming about some wild fucking they were doing. Three sleeping bulls.

For a moment, Janet grinned to herself. Maybe if she watched them long enough she'd be able to see their pricks shoot off spontaneously. She'd read about guys having wet dreams, but she'd never seen a guy shoot off in his sleep. That would be a unique experience, something worth seeing. She stood there a full minute watching and waiting. Nothing happened. The three dicks kept twitching and the three brats kept sleeping like Rip Van Winkles. Fuck! This could take all night.

A stream of hot juice dribbled down Janet's smooth thigh. Christ, she was horny! Right now she'd take all three of those big cocks up her pussy at the same time if only those three drunken brothers of hers would wake up. What a waste! There they lay, dreaming about fucking some phantom pussy, and here she stood, the real-live pussy between her legs smoldering.

She crept closer to them. What a bunch of drunken bums! Tim lay across his bed with his long legs dangling over the edge, his bare feet resting on the icy floor. Brian lay upside-down, his silvery hair trailing off the foot of his bed. Another few inches and his head would be hanging off as well. Mike's head was mashed against the headboard of his bed, his chin resting on his chest, his legs spread wide and hanging off either side of his mattress. A beer can sat on his chest and butted up against his chin. The room reeked of beer, with beer cans scattered everywhere. For a moment Janet had the sadistic urge to get a butcher knife and slice off the three worthless peckers that lay like ivory billy clubs against her brothers' bellies. But before she realized what she was doing, she was leaning forward to kiss each of the three peckers, feeling each silky hot cock press hard against her lips in an automatic reflex. As she kissed each pecker, each brother muttered in his sleep.

Wake one of them up, a small voice in her head whispered. Take a chance. You need to get fucked. But as she listened to the voice she was aware of a throbbing sensation in her left asscheek. That's where Tim had kicked her that one and only time she'd tried to wake him up. She couldn't understand why her brothers were so touchy about having their sleep disturbed. They thought nothing of roaring around town on their motorcycles or laying rubber with their souped-up cars until three every morning, waking up half the town countless times every night. But let them get into their own beds and they were ready to kill any intruder on their slumbers.

Giving the three hot cocks a last longing look, Janet crept back out of the room, tripping over two empty beer cans on the way out. Shit! If she'd waited up for them to get home they'd all probably be fucking her right now. But then, maybe not. They might have been dead drunk when they got home and worthless as fuckers.

Let them freeze, Janet thought as she stood out in the hallway, her arms wrapped around herself. It would serve them right if they all came down with colds. She imagined the warming alcohol finally bubbling out of their blood streams and their naked bodies turning as blue as the moonlight that bathed them. She wished it was mid-winter. She'd open their windows and they'd all get frostbite. Maybe their conceited noses would fall off.

Now what? Though her entire body tingled with goosebumps, her pussy throbbed even hotter now that she'd sniffed those three sexy cocks. She looked down the hall toward her own room. Go back to bed and twiddle with her pussy? She wouldn't sleep a wink. Her eye fell on the corner door, the door next to her own. Ben's room. She'd almost forgot he existed.

Janet made a last-second check up and down the street. All clear. She lunged, flew across the street in all her naked glory. Within seconds she was climbing in through Cheryl's bedroom window as quietly as the moonlight. Cheryl was asleep, wrapped up in her quilt, her black hair fanned out over her moonlit pillow. Janet leaned over her and kissed her on her warm lips.

"Mmmmmm," Cheryl murmured, stretching under the quilt. "Timmy, mmmmmm, fuck me."

Damn that Tim! Janet thought. He was probably over here fucking Cheryl while she herself was drifting off to sleep with her horny pussy aching for cock.

"Timmy," Cheryl moaned. "Mmmmm, move that big cock." Cheryl squirmed now under her quilt. Her loins humped up and down in fucking motions.

"Damn it, Cheryl, wake up." Janet said, shaking the writhing girl by the shoulders.

"Harder," Cheryl moaned. Then she opened her eyes. "What?"

"It's me – Janet. Don't talk so loud."

"Janet. Mmmmm, I was having the most wonderful dream."

"I just bet," Janet said. "Let me in there with you before my tits freeze off." She yanked Cheryl's quilt and slid under it with her.

Cheryl squealed, fighting to push her away. "You're like ice," she gasped.

Janet cooed in the warmth of the bed. Cheryl's body heat wrapped around her and penetrated her like sunshine. Within two minutes, during which Cheryl continued to complain, Janet turned toasty warm. As soon as Cheryl would tolerate her, she wrapped her naked body around Cheryl's. At last both girls sighed, their tits pillowing against each other, their stiff clits poking at each other from between their wet hairy pussylips.

"I just had to feel some warm meat against me," Janet explained. "I didn't get fucked before bed and I was about to go out of my mind. And now, when all my brothers are home, they're all drunk and sleeping it off."

"So what do you think it's like not having any brothers to take care of you?" Cheryl asked. "Bedtime fucks don't happen in this house unless I can sneak in some horny stud. You should complain with your houseful of cocks!"

"You got a brother," Janet said. "All you've gotta do is train him."

"Let's quit jabbering and start rubbing our clits together."

"Mmmm," Cheryl said, "let's."

The two hot girls kissed, working their sweet pink tongues into each other's mouths. Their honey-sweet saliva ran freely from mouth to mouth, and each girl savored it before swallowing.

Cheryl's hard nipples pressed against Janet's soft tits like stiff clits. The girls' downy-smooth bellies slipped back and forth over each other as the nymphs squirmed with the sexy sensations of their love-making. Within seconds their naked skin broke out with sweet, misty girl sweat, and they slid against each other as if lubricated by spiced oils. Their pink toes entwined, and their twin pussy slits oozed juice.

"Mmmmmm," Janet whispered, "this feels so good. You feel so good. My pussy tingles like it's being licked."

"Mine, too," Cheryl said, wiggling her ass in order to get their pussies into closer contact. "I just love rubbing our tits and clits together like this."

"Wanna suck my pussy?" Janet asked. She lapped Cheryl's cute nose.

"Mmmmm, honey, yes – if you wanna suck mine."

Janet could think of nothing she'd rather do at the moment than suck on Cheryl's candied pussy. She tossed the quilt off their bodies, and felt refreshed by the cool air. Being wrapped up with Cheryl under that thick quilt had gotten her warmer than was comfortable.

"Close the window or we'll freeze," Cheryl said. Janet closed the window, and when she turned back toward the bed Cheryl was up on her hands and knees, her cute round ass wiggling high, her juicy cunt glistening in the moonlight. Janet sniffed at the sexy slit. It smelled just like her own – musky and pungent. The smell made Janet want to shove her nose up Cheryl's cunt, up inside the dark, humid hole. Her own cunt dribbled its warm juices, and Janet shoved a few fingers up inside herself until her whole hand was dripping. Then she rubbed her drenched hand up and down between Cheryl's cuntlips and wormed two fingers up Cheryl's hot pussy.

"Mmmmmm, feels so good," Cheryl said in a breathy, sighing voice.

"I'm mixing up our pussy juices, honey," Janet said, saliva drooling from the corners of her mouth, her tongue darting from side to side between her lips. "I got my fingers all wet up inside me, and now I've shoved them up inside you."

"Oooooh," Cheryl said, "sounds so sexy." She reached back with one hand to help spread her asscheeks and pussylips, giving Janet a better view of her sexy asscrack and steaming pussy. "Oh, God, Janet, I'm so horny! And I'm just dying to taste your pussy."

Janet buried her mouth in Cheryl's drooling cunt. She inhaled deeply. The musky aroma nearly made her pass out. It was intoxicating. She shoved her tongue up Cheryl's pussy. The hot juices drenched her tongue and rolled down her throat. Sweet, salty, warm juices from deep inside Cheryl's cunt! The only thing tastier was, hot jism from a stud. She pulled back and planted a sucking kiss on Cheryl's cute puckered asshole. The tight pucker made a reflex sucking movement back at Janet's lips. Janet shoved her middle finger up Cheryl's asshole just for a moment, then zipped it back out.

Cheryl moaned. She had a sensitive, highly sexed asshole just like Janet did. Both girls loved a hot cock up the ass.

"Honey, please let me suck you," Cheryl said, and she rolled over onto her back, her soft tits jiggling as she positioned herself and waited for Janet to get up over her so they could sixty-nine.

Janet straddled Cheryl's head and leaned forward over her, then lowered her hot naked body down on top of her girlfriend. Her tits pressed into Cheryl's soft belly and Cheryl's soft tits pressed against Janet's belly. She buried her head between Cheryl's thighs at the same moment that Cheryl mashed her face against Janet's gaping pussy. The two girls groaned, munching at each other's horny cunts.

Janet tingled from head to toe. Her smooth asscheeks felt all prickly with excitement. Her clit wiggled like a tiny tongue between her inflamed pussylips. She pressed her nose against Cheryl's hot asshole. She forced her tongue up Cheryl's cunt. She sank her teeth into the succulent slabs of Cheryl's cuntlips. She sucked and munched and twirled her tongue. She rolled her face from side to side. Cheryl's juices drenched her face. She swallowed as much of the slippery juice as she could. Janet went out of her mind with lust and pleasure.

Between Janet's own legs, Cheryl grunted and munched with the same mad lust. For every titillating movement Janet made, Cheryl matched her with a like movement. Had anyone burst into the room right then, the two girls would have been oblivious to the intrusion. Both girls were lost in their adolescent lust, in their adolescent pleasure. The girls' sex sensations were so intense that once they started feeling them, nothing else in the world mattered. All they cared about was squirming and groaning with those unbearably exciting feelings in their pussies and throughout their bodies. Their toes, their tits, their tongues, their noses – all tingled with hot feelings similar to those shooting through their ripe clits. Both Janet and Cheryl groaned with those feelings.

Janet was close to coming. She wished she could prolong this cunt eating forever, but at the same time she knew she'd go out of her mind if she didn't come soon.

Cheryl's clit jerked against Janet's tongue. Cheryl's pussy throbbed like a beating heart. Even Cheryl's asshole seemed to open and close from the excitement like the sucking mouth of a baby. The juicy little pucker nipped at Janet's nose. Cheryl kicked her legs up and wrapped them around Janet's head, nearly smothering Janet between her thighs. All the muscles in Cheryl's body tensed. Suddenly Cheryl's legs writhed, and she groaned with ecstasy. At that moment Janet gave up trying to restrain her own orgasm. She let go and spasmed.

"Ohhh, Cheryl," Janet muttered. "I'm coming too. Ohhhh! Mmmmm!"

Janet imagined a swirling ball of sparks growing in the pit of her loins. As it grew, the luscious orgasmic sensations spread throughout her writhing body. She was aware of her toes curling under, stretching backward, spreading and crossing. Cheryl's nose nestled an inch up Janet's asshole. Cheryl's fingernails ground at her asscheeks. Cheryl's thighs clamped and relaxed, clamped and relaxed, nearly crushing Janet's skull. Cheryl's hot pussy juices gushed over Janet's face, making Janet drunk with lust. Janet was smothering. She was drowning. Her loins were exploding. She passed out.

When Janet woke up, both she and Cheryl were wrapped up once again in the quilt. Cheryl was washing and cooling Janet's face with a damp cloth. Cheryl hugged her and kissed her.

"Honey, honey," Cheryl said, "for a minute I thought you were dead. Jeez, you must have had a good one!"

Janet kicked off the quilt. She stretched. "Christ, I must have really been horny! I should never have let my pussy get that horny. Next time it might kill me." She was half serious.

Cheryl laughed. "All you gotta do is rub off that hot pussy of yours before things get out of hand. You've gotta learn that you can't always have a hot cock when your pussy starts tingling. Having those three stud brothers, you're just spoiled. If you were me, you'd learn to jack off once or twice before bedtime, and then once again during the night if you happen to wake up. It works wonders."

"OK, Ann Landers," Janet said, jumping out of bed. "But I'd better be going now before it gets light. I wouldn't want the neighbors to think I'm a filthy little slut running around naked all night."

"Even though you are one," Cheryl said.

"Look who's talking," Janet said, opening the window. The cold morning air made her breath steam.

"I know why you're really running off in such a hurry," Cheryl said. "You're afraid one of your brothers will wake up with a hard-on without you being there to take care of it." Cheryl was right.

CHAPTER TWO

Pancakes and pork sausages. Yuk! Willy Manners peered up at his mother and father across the breakfast table. They were safely tucked away behind their morning newspapers. Clouds of blue cigarette smoke indicated that they were heavily engrossed in the latest news gossip. Maybe if he was real quiet he could slip out the back door, dump his breakfast over the fence – the neighbor's dog loved pancakes and pork sausages – and slip back inside without either of his parents detecting the criminal act. He jammed his middle finger down the center of the stack of browned pancakes and he pumped it in and out a few times. Fuck breakfast, he thought.

"William," Mrs. Manners said from behind her newspaper, "I don't hear any chewing going on over there. Get busy and eat your breakfast. You'll be late for school."

"Yes, ma'am," Wily said. He slipped his middle finger out of the pancakes and flipped it at his mother, then popped a pork sausage into his mouth and chomped on it in imitation of the swallowing the sausage.

"That's better," his mother said.

"Yes, ma'am," Willy repeated, and this time he stuck out his tongue at her. Chewed-up bits of pork lay along his tongue like curls of tobacco on cigarette paper.

Well, that blew the breakfast-over-the-fence plan. Now he'd just have to swallow down the grease and paste and sugar. He picked up another brown sausage and studied it. It looked like a miniature prick, he thought. He was just about to pop the sausage into his mouth when he had a brilliant idea. Giving the raised newspapers before him a devilish grin, he plunged the prick-shaped sausage into the pancakes, right down the hole he'd made with his finger. There it was now, perched shamelessly on the breakfast table – a prick fucking a cunt!

Quickly he shoved four more sausages into the stack of pancakes. Man, he thought, look at those cocks go at that cunt. He doused the pricks and cunt with a cupful of Mrs. Butterworth's syrup. Now he had pussy juice bubbling out around the cocks. This was getting exciting. His prick, which had been standing straight up in the air ever since he'd crawled out of bed, now seemed to grow another inch. It poked out the waistband of his jockey briefs and throbbed against his flat belly. The hot purple head glowed above his navel.

"William," his father said, "I thought your mother told you to eat."

Willy almost hit the ceiling at the sound of his father's voice. "Just dribbling a little syrup on the pancakes, Dad."

Luckily his parents were such hounds for the latest town gossip that they rarely looked over the tops of their papers to check on him. In a way, breakfast was exciting. Willy got a thrill out of pulling off devilish actions like this in front of his parents. Christ, what would his father have thought had he looked over the top of his paper now? It was there plain as day – five horny cocks fucking a juicy cunt right there on his breakfast plate. And there he himself sat dressed in nothing but his undershorts, his prick standing halfway up his belly. He yanked a sausage out of the pancakes and sucked it into his mouth, again chomping on it loudly.

He could hear his parents taking blissful drags on their cancer sticks as they sighed with contentment. All was well with the world. A whole horde of new scandals had overtaken the news, and their angelic pubescent son was respectfully swallowing down his breakfast. As long as he kept chomping, he'd be safe.

He slipped off his undershorts. The kitchen air nibbled his nuts. His dick quivered. Man, this was too much! An orgy was going on on his breakfast plate, he didn't have any clothes on, and his parents were sitting right across the table. He popped another sausage into his mouth.

"Great breakfast, Mom," Willy said.

Mrs. Manners giggled. "Why, thank you, William."

There, that would take care of her. She'd forget about him now.

Willy wolfed down his fourth sausage. Dripping with pussy juice, it was pretty tasty. He hated breakfast, hated pancakes, hated sausages, but he loved sex and cunts and pricks, so he often changed breakfast into an orgy, enabling himself to get through it without too much nausea. However, what he was doing this morning was brand new. He'd never before tried jacking off at the breakfast table.

Two sausages remained in the stack of pancakes – two pricks. One prick was his own, and the other belonged to Ben Konig, his best buddy. The sausages were the same size, so Willy had to pretend that one was bigger than the other one. In real life, Ben's cock was a monster. Willy had seen a lot of cocks, but never one as big as Ben's. Shit, the six-foot-three, 210-pound captain of the high school football team didn't even have a cock as big as Ben's. Willy wished his own cock was as big as Ben's. Man, he'd just walk down the street then, wave his cock in the air, and all the chicks would come running. It was true that they didn't come running to Ben like that, but that was because Ben was so fucking shy, and – hard to believe – embarrassed by the size of his dick.

Man, Willy thought, if I was Ben, I'd do nothing but shove my pecker in and out of girls' pussies. And the one I'd fuck the most would be Janet's. Oh, Christ!

Willy beat his pecker hard now. Every time he thought of Janet Konig, Ben's older sister, he almost shot his jizz on the spot. Janet was the sexiest girl he'd ever seen in his life. In fact, she was probably the sexiest girl any guy in town had ever seen. She was a nymphomaniac – at least according to all the guys in school. She was supposed to have fucked at least three hundred of the three-hundred-fifty guys in the high school, including her three older brothers – Mike, Tim, and Brian. Some guys claimed she fucked her own dad, but Willy didn't believe that, because these same guys claimed she fucked the principal, and Willy couldn't believe that had happened – because the principal was his own father!

Willy glanced up at the newspaper behind which his father sat. Is it true, Dad? He wanted to ask. Is it true you fucked Janet? Naw, it couldn't be. He didn't think his balding, forty-five-year-old father could even get a hard-on anymore, let alone have the guts to stick it between the legs of a flaming nymphomaniac. Christ, if his father ever got his cock into Janet, his father would probably have a heart attack. Nymphos fucked so wildly that they nearly killed guys, nearly vacuumed the balls right up through guys' pricks – at least that's what he'd heard. He wished he could find out some of this stuff for sure, first-hand. But what was a teenaged shrimp supposed to do? He was so skinny that girls made fun of him. And even though his dick measured a respectable seven inches, and he could shoot his jizz five feet when he was really horny – which was most of the time – he still hadn't ever gotten his pecker into a pussy.

Willy stuffed the two remaining sausages into his mouth and started in on the dripping pancakes, clumsily forking in the food with his left hand, since his right hand was busy sliding the silky dick skin up and down his throbbing cockshaft. He never could beat-off left-handed. Cum bubbled from his gaping piss slit and rolled down over his knuckles. He chomped loudly at his food, pretending he was eating pussy now, and trying simultaneously to drown out the sound of his heavy breathing.

"That's what we like to hear, son – a guy enjoying his breakfast. Puts hair on your chest. Isn't that right, mother?"

"Absolutely," Mrs. Manners said. "And girls just love hair on a guy's chest. My! Listen to that hungry son of mine eat."

Willy got half to his feet, his dick above the edge of the table now, his hand pumping furiously. He was tempted to explode right against the twin newspapers, to blow the news out of his parents' hands with the force of his spurting cum alone, to fire his jism straight into their horrified faces, to say, look, you old fans, your guy has more balls than you think. Instead, he shot off against his plate, nearly blowing the pancake cunt off the table. He clenched his teeth and wrapped his toes around the metal legs of his chair, trying desperately to stifle his peed to squeal out his pleasure. As he spurted, he shook all over.

His cock felt so good he could hardly believe it. His orgasms were always that way – intense. Sometimes he thought he was going to faint from the pleasure, like right now. Christ, hold on, just a few more spurts, he thought.

He watched the milky liquid spurt from the piss slit of his bucking dick and drench the pancake cunt. It looked like sugar icing on a cake. It kept cumming, spurting out until there was as much cum on his plate as Mrs. Butterworth's golden syrup. Finally, his dick stopped spurting. Thank God!

He milked the last gobs from his pisshole and sank back into his chair. What in the hell had he done? Christ, he must have been nuts! What if his parents had put down their papers? When he was horny he just seemed to lose his head.

Willy slipped his underwear back on. Now what? Here he sat with three remaining pancakes swimming in cooling cum. Yuk!

"Good morning everybody!" Willy's sister said, skipping into the kitchen already dressed for school.

Down went the two newspapers.

"Good morning lazybones," Mr. Manners said.

"Well, it's about time you showed your face in here, Cheryl," Mrs. Manners said. "Another two seconds and I'd have been upstairs with a switch."

"Sure you would, Mom," Cheryl said throwing her arms around both her parents' shoulders as she stood between and behind them. Then she kissed each of them on the cheek.

Mrs. Manners beamed, and Mr. Manners flushed.

"Kisses will get you nowhere, young lady," Mrs. Manners said. "Sit down and eat your breakfast. You'll be late for school."

Cheryl seated herself next to Willy. "Morning brother."

"Up yours," Willy said.

"William!" Mr. and Mrs. Manners shouted simultaneously, then looked at each other in amazement.

"He talks like that all the time when you two aren't around," Cheryl said. "Worse, even." She smirked at Willy.

"William, I'm surprised at you," Mr. Manners said.

"Sorry, Dad. Can I get ready for school now? Ben will be waiting for me."

"No, William, you may not dress for school now – not until you've apologized to your sister and finished your breakfast."

"I apologize," he said, glaring at Cheryl.

"I accept," Cheryl said condescendingly. Then she eyed his plate of pancakes, syrup, and cum. "My, William, you really love syrup. What are you eating this morning – pancake soup?"

Willy wanted to slug her. It was as if she knew what he'd just done and she was trying to expose him. That was Cheryl's way, though, always picking on him.

All eyes were on his plate now. The cum had melted down and mixed with the syrup for the most part, but Willy could still make out enough jizz to convict him. What was worse, he could smell it. The whole kitchen smelled like cum. In a moment his three prosecutors would be sniffing the air like bloodhounds. What's that peculiar odor? They'd be asking. Then all eyes would fall on him, and they'd know.

"William," Mrs. Manners, said, "whatever possessed you to use all that syrup?" She clucked her tongue and shook her head. "Next time we have pancakes I shall dole out the syrup, young man. And, as for today, you shall eat every drop of what you've so wastefully dumped on your plate. Now eat."

Willy ate, first the pancakes, then the puddle of syrup and cum. The syrup was so sweet that he couldn't taste the cum, but just knowing it was in there made his stomach woozy. When he finished, he looked at Cheryl. She smirked at him as if she knew he'd just been forced to devour his own cum.

CHAPTER THREE

Ben pinched the end of his cock to keep from pissing on the floor. He pounded on the bathroom door. "I gotta piss!"

"Go piss outside, shrimp," shouted Ben's brother, Tim, from inside the bathroom.

"I gotta brush my teeth and wash up for school, too."

"Do it in the kitchen, shrimp."

"Fuck you!"

"Watch your mouth or I'll come out there and fuck you."

Ben went outside to piss. What else could he do? Tim was tough. Tim was so tough he'd been to reform school twice. Tim always carried out his threats, and since Ben didn't particularly want Tim massacring his tender asshole, Ben swallowed his pride and stepped out into the cool, sunny, early morning air of his fenced-in back yard.

The grass sparkled with sun-filled dew. The wet grass felt good between his toes, made him feel sexy. He pulled off his jockey briefs and stretched naked under the sun. The sun felt good, like a warm hand caressing his long body. As he stretched upward, arms reaching for the blue sky, the sparse golden hairs of his armpits bristling in the morning breeze, he let his piss flow.

The piss hissed out in a long golden stream, steaming in the cool air, it felt so good to be rid of the hot stuff at last, and his piss hard-on began to go down some. But even as his dick sank from its proud forty-five degree angle, piss slit pointing at the sky, down to a ninety-degree angle, piss slit pointing straight ahead, the massive size of his cock remained the same – too big!

Why had he been cursed with such a freakishly large cock? It was embarrassing. All the guys in the locker room pointed at it. He had to wear baggy pants to hide it. He'd never measured it. He was afraid to. Why couldn't his cock be the same size as his three brothers – just slightly larger than average? Or as big as his best buddy's, Willy Manners'? Willy claimed he'd trade cocks with Ben any day, but Willy just didn't know the problems involved in having a cock the size of a donkey's.

Ben milked the remaining piss from his cock. As he stroked the big dick he couldn't help but stimulate it. The sensitive cock jumped in his hand. Well, at least the overgrown thing felt good – he'd give it that much. Then he wondered whether the added size made for added sensitivity. Maybe because his cock was bigger than any of the other guys'. It was also more sensitive. Maybe it felt better than any of the other guys' cocks. Ben smiled. Why not? There had to be some consolation for all the problems his dick gave him. He continued stroking his cock. He was really getting horny now.

Ben glanced toward the house. He was safe. The only awake person home yet as far as he could tell was Tim. Brian and Mike had already left for school. It was the squealing of their tires when they took off that had wakened him. And Janet had left also. Her bedroom was empty when he passed it on the way to the bathroom, and she was nowhere to be seen downstairs. And Ma and Dad were upstairs sleeping off last night's drunk. They'd be dead to the world until noon at least. The only creature who could see him was Bernie, the big German Shepherd poised on his haunches at Ben's side. The dog had that inquisitive look on his snouted face, and his cars were cocked with anxiety as if Ben were about to take him for a walk.

Ben cradled his fat, nuts in his left hand while he slowly pumped his cock with his right. His cock was so thick that he could set only half of his hand around it, and it was so long that his jack-off movements came all the way from his shoulder joint. Sometimes his deltoid muscle ached by the time he'd managed to bring his overgrown pecker off. As he jerked the loose skin up and down the steel-hard cockshaft, and his bloated cockhead glowed like a delicious apple, a silver strand of cum glided from the tip of his cock toward the grass.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Quit your humping for one Goddamn second, will you? This is the touchy part."

"OK, Sis, but slop on that fucking goop and let's get on with it. My old pecker won't tolerate much waiting."

"Your old pecker already blew its head off twice in the last half hour. If it can't wait a few minutes more to blow off again, to hell with it."

Janet Konig pressed her face close to the mirror, carefully painting the bluish eyeshadow on her eyelids. She was leaning over the bathroom vanity, her oversized tits hanging into the sink, her ass turned up high behind her, her brother Tim's ever horny cock buried in her ever-hot cunt. Tim's dick flexed.

"Eeeeeek! Damn it, Timothy, I told you to stop humping. Now look what you've made me do." She scowled at the eyeshadow on the bridge of her nose.

"Ah, fuck, Sis, quit being so prissy. I didn't do it on purpose. The old pecker just jumped on me. How could I help it? What do you have to smear all that Goddamn gook around your eyes for anyway? You got more studs licking your ass now than you can handle."

"That's my business, brother."

"That eye-shit makes you look like a cat."

Janet snarled like a cat. "Doesn't it, though. Now take that hard thing out of me until I finish or you can shoot off against the door for all I care."

"Aw fuck!" Tim yanked his dripping cock out of his sister. "You wouldn't talk like that if Brian and Mike hadn't reamed out your pussy this morning before I got up. Shit! When I first shoved my pecker up your twat it was like puncturing a water balloon – jizz came busting out all over my nuts. How many times did those two billy goats cream in you – five times each?"

Janet smiled to herself as she applied shadow to her lower lids. She loved the dirty way Tim talked to her. Of all her brothers, Tim had the most beautifully filthy mouth.

"Just never you mind, brother. You always get your share. You've shot enough cum in me to populate the world a zillion times over."

Tim stood behind her, smirking. He pumped his dick a few times. "Guess I have, Miss Twat."

Tim popped open a can of beer. He'd brought three cans in with him this morning, and he'd already guzzled down two. He took a long chug of cold beer, stroking his cock all the while. Then he lit a cigarette. Squatting, he blew hot smoke between Janet's legs, right up against her hairy twat.

Janet giggled. "Timothy, you're filthy."

He chewed into her cunt, sucked out some of the juice – both cum and pussy juice – and swallowed it.

That did it! Janet wiggled her ass and cooed. "Eat me! Mmmmmmm! Oooooh!" She mashed her dripping cunt down on her brother's face.

Janet wondered how anything could feel as good as her horny pussy. And it seemed to be feeling better all the time. She was only a kid when Tim first sucked her pussy, and it felt so good then that she'd actually fainted when she came. And now, five years later, after literally thousands of jack offs, pussy-sucks, and fucks, her pussy was feeling even better. All she really cared about was sex – guys fucking to her pussy, guys worshipping her sexy body. She knew she was a nymphomaniac, and sometimes she worded about it. If her pussy didn't spasm at least ten times a day she couldn't sleep, she couldn't sit still, and she'd crawl the walls.

Tim munched his way up her asscrack. Then he stood up behind her and beat his hot cock against her ass. That just drove her crazy. Sometimes she had fantasies about being flogged with hundreds of big hard cocks. She wiggled her ass.

"Put it in me, Tim! Shove it up my pussy! Fuck me!"

Tim turned her around toward him. The naked brother and sister were face to face, Janet flushed and trembling, Tim staring at her with lust-red eyes. He dribbled beer on her white tits. The golden liquid streamed down the succulent titflesh and dripped from the rosy, tingling nipples. Tim sucked on the dripping nipples until Janet felt her knees quiver. Her pussy gushed.

"Tim, please, put your dick in me. Fuck me, please! I can't stand this."

Tim whirled her back toward the mirror, bent her over the vanity, and dug his lingers into her ass. "Turn it up, baby. Let me see that pink pucker of yours smile at me."

Janet arched her back and shoved her ass up toward her brother's face. Her tits dangled against the cool metal of the sink into which they were hanging.

"Mmmmmm, baby, beautiful! Juicy asshole, juicy cunt!" He rammed his index finger up her asshole.

Janet squealed and gibbered, shimmying her ass. Tim finger-fucked her butt, then popped his finger out as if he were opening a beer can. He shoved the finger into his mouth and sucked off her ass juice.

"You got the tastiest asshole of any broad in town," he said. Then he rammed his pecker up her cunt just as hard as he'd jammed his finger up her ass.

Janet screamed, "Oooooooh! Ooooooooh!"

Tim slapped her ass. "Quiet! You wanna wake up the old folks. Christ!"

"Sorry," she said, "but you're such a bull."

Tim smirked, picked up his beer and cigarette, and humped at his sister while he alternately sipped his beer and sucked on his cigarette.

Janet watched him in the mirror. "You filthy beast!" she said. "Fuck, smoke, and drink – all at the same time."

Tim grinned. Beer dribbled from his square chin. The hard muscles of his body stood out like armor. He was a beast, a lecherous, lazy, beer-guzzling beast. All he did besides fill his lean belly with food and drink, and his lungs with smoke, was listen to rock music, rip off whatever he could, wherever he could, and fuck himself silly. He had perfect health, the body of a Greek athlete, the looks of a movie star, and the confidence of a karate champion. Worst of all, he was fully aware of his attributes, in love with himself, and puffed with pride twenty-four hours a day. As Janet watched this Godlike hunk of conceited male flesh, she both loved and hated him at the same time, loved and hated him for the very same reasons, he was a filthy, conceited beast – how detestable – yet how exciting!

His big hard pecker pistoned in and out of her, filing away at the sensitive pink tissues of her pussy. His hard loins smacked against her ass, making her teeth chatter. He pounded her mercilessly with all his masculine strength. Janet whined and whimpered. Her toes curled. Her eyes glazed over with pained pleasure. Meanwhile, Tim danced on his toes behind her, wiggling his skinny ass and humping his loins with all the grace of a young male at the peak of his sexual powers. He tilted his head back and sucked the last of the bitter yellow beer from the metal can. As the last drop rolled over his tongue, the cum bubbled up in his loins and shot out the piss slit of his pumping prick.

"Christ! I'm coming! Oh, jeez." He gasped out the words as if he were surprised.

His beer can crashed to the tile floor. He clung to the naked ass of his sister like a mountain climber hugging the edge of a rock face. His loins bucked and quivered spontaneously, beyond his control, as he shot his hot jism into the depths of his sister's loins for the third time in less than an hour.

"Ohhhh, ooooooh, Timmy," Janet cooed. "Beautiful! Oh, lush! Shoot that jizz. Fill me up."

There was nothing Janet liked more than the feeling of a teen's jism spurting out of his bucking pecker deep inside her own body. She longed for the feeling to never end. She wiggled her pretty littie ass and squeezed hard with her strong cunt muscles in order to excite the youth's prick even more, in order to make it shoot even harder, in order to suck every possible drop of jism from her brother's bloated, pumping balls.

"Shoot, Timmy, shoot!" she sang out in her most seductive tone. "Oooh, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me full of your jism! Mmmmmmm!"

"Oh, Christ, you're sucking the life out of me!" Tim gasped. "Oh, Christ, your cunt is so fucking tot, so fucking tight!" Tim collapsed on top of his sister, his loins twitching as she sucked the last spurts of his jism out of him. He sank his sharp teeth into her neck.

Janet nearly died. She imagined her brother to be a male lion and herself to be a lioness. His horny barbed cock burned inside her. His sharp fangs gnawed her tender neck. The painful pleasure was exquisite. The hot feelings reached a peak in her pussy, and she came.

"Eeeeeeh, eeeeeh! Ohhhhhhhh!" The high pitched whining sounds streamed out of her throat.

Her whole body trembled. Her pleasure-crazed ass jerked each time a fresh shower of hot spasms shot through it.

Tim clung to her hot naked body grunting, his raw prick being filed mercilessly by the slithering walls of her lust-crazed cunt. Even if he'd wanted to pull out now he couldn't have. Janet's cunt was so strong, was sucking so hard, that if he'd tried to pull out she'd have yanked his cock right out of his belly.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, beautiful, mmmmmm!" Janet gibbered to herself until her orgasm was over.

"Jesus Christ!" Tim said, finally able to pull his prick out of his sister's cunt. "That pussy of yours has teeth in it – I swear it doesn't." He stroked his hanging cock as if trying to sooth its frazzled nerves. He studied it closely as if checking to see if any parts of it were missing.

Janet giggled. "You always say that afterward, but you always comeback for more."

"Yeah, well, maybe one of these days I won't. Christ, do you have to make your pussy so Goddamned tight when you come?"

"It's beyond my control, Timothy. Any stud who fucks this pussy does so at his own risk." She patted her hairy mound like a gunfighter patting his trusty six-gun.

A trickle of fresh spunk oozed down her inner thigh. She wiped it up with her fingers and ate it.

Delicious! Nothing tasted as good as cum fresh bubbled from the nuts of a hot guy.

Bang! Bang! Bang! "Let me in, Tim! I gotta shit!"

Brother and sister nearly hit the ceiling for a moment. Dad! Janet thought. And from the expression on Tim's face she knew be was thinking the same. Then both sank back down, relieved, but with their hearts hammering from the shock. "Goddamn it," Tim yelled, "you bug me anymore this morning and I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!"

"But I gotta shit!" Ben pleaded.

"You can shit in your baggy pants, for all I care. Now, beat it. I'm busy in here."

Ben's bare feet thudded down the hallway and up the stairs.

"Jesus Christ!" said Tim.

"You said it," said Janet. "That could have been Dad, you know. Suppose it was."

Tim shrugged, puffing his chest. "Ali, who gives a damn?" Suddenly he was tough again.

"But what would we have done if it was him? And what would he have done if he'd caught us?"

"Shit, you could have hid in the shower. And if he'd have caught you – so what? Don't you think I can handle the old bull?" He flexed his biceps.

Janet ran her hands over the baseball-shaped muscles. "Mmmm, stud," she said, "I guess you could."

Tim flushed with conceit while trying to keep his face cool and aloof. His blue eyes stared past Janet as if he were studying the lines of an advancing army miles away across a valley floor.

Janet had all she could do to keep from laughing. She knew how to flatter a male, especially a cocky adolescent. There he stands, she thought, thinking he's God. Little did he realize that she had him under her long venomous fingernails. He thought she was just another little dingbat cunt, but she already knew more about handling guys than most females learn in a lifetime.

She scratched his balls. "Ooooh, stud," she cooed. "Such big ripe nuts. I just bet they'd like to empty out once more before school."

Tim's prick went up in the air again. "Goddamn, Janet, you're gonna kill me. I gotta get dressed now." He bent to pick up his underwear.

As he went down, Janet made sure her hot nipple brushed against his beardless cheek, made sure his nose brushed her hairy blond muff. When he stood up, she tugged the jockey briefs from his hand, licking her lips seductively; his dick twitched excitedly. "All right, Goddamn it," he said, and he spun her around.

As Janet bent over and sucked her toughest brother's prick up her cunt for the fourth time that morning, she cooed. She had him again!

CHAPTER FIVE

"Damn that Tim! I'll show him one of these days. You just wait and see."

"My mom got all riled up. Asked me if you have the flu or something."

"William," she said, "If that guy has the flu, I don't want you to get too close to…"

"Damn that Tim! If I would have shit in my pants because of his damn hogging of the bathroom, man, I would have knocked his head off."

"I'm glad I don't have him for a brother. He's mean. All the freshmen and sophomores look the other way when they see him coming."

"He doesn't scare me. One of these days he's gonna push me too far."

"He pushed you all the way over into our bathroom today."

"What could I do? He was locked in, and I had to shit like I never had to shit before. You should have seen the turd I laid in your toilet. Bet it was a foot long."

"Bigger than your cock?" Willy grinned.

Ben flushed. "Yes, bigger than my cock."

Willy whistled. "Wow!"

Ben kicked him playfully, but firmly, in the butt. "Don't tell me you're gonna start in now about the size of my dick. Shit, I have enough trouble in the locker room."

"Man," Willy said, "if I had a pecker the size of yours, I'd be in heaven. I'd let all the girls in school get a look at it, and then I'd just lay around with it sticking up in the air, waiting for them to come ride me."

"What do you know about girls riding a guy? You never fucked a girl in your life."

"And neither did you."

"So what? I don't go around pretending I know all about girls riding guys like I'm a professional fucker."

Willy didn't say anything. Ben was right. What did he know about fucking? He snatched up an apple from the gutter and sank his teeth into it. Tart apple juice burst against his tongue. Some dribbled from his chin. A wind fallen autumn apple in the gutter was better than any breakfast his mother had ever cooked. He grabbed up another apple and tossed it to Ben, who grinned and chomped the apple in half with one toothy bite.

They were friends again, best buddies. They had their little spats, but nothing major would ever come between them. Sometimes they'd get mad and sock each other in the belly, but five minutes later they'd kiss and make up, having forgotten what they'd been arguing about in the first place.

"Broads, who needs 'em?" Ben said, munching on his apple as he and Willy trudged through fallen maple leaves on their way to school.

"Yeah, who needs 'em?" Willy agreed. He stopped to pick up a gleaming brown horse chestnut, polished it against his blue-denim jacket, and shoved it into his jeans pocket. The chestnut matched the color of his thick mop of hair and of his shiny eyes.

His wavy brown hair, with its thick forelock that kept falling into his eyes, contrasted with Ben's straight platinum-blond hair that hung in long bangs over his eyebrows in front and tickled his shoulders in back. And Ben's eyes blazed as blue as the autumn sky. They were two bright-eyed, bushy haired guys who fit perfectly into the late September morning along with the brilliant colored leaves and busy, alert squirrels.

The two guys grinned at each other as if they had the same bright idea simultaneously. They both dropped their jeans and began tugging at their prickhairs.

"Ouch!" they both cried out, wincing. And each dropped a few of his freshly plucked hairs into his urinal. After watching their prickhairs join those already deposited at their feet, they looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'm not doing that anymore," Ben said.

"Me neither," said Willy. "Some guys get their kicks in funny ways."

"Guess so," said Ben, scratching his nuts. His big cock hung several inches past his balls, the purplish head like a heavy mushroom weighting down the end.

"Man," said Willy, "you really got a cock there." He licked his lips. "Christ! Every time I see it I can hardly believe it's real." He reached down and gave his buddy's big dick a swing. It flopped and swayed.

"It's big all right," Ben finally admitted.

Willy grinned. "Hey, why don't we measure it?" He yanked a tape-measure out of his pocket as if he were unfurling a whip.

"Where'd you get that?"

"Just happened to have it along," said Willy, his eyes glinting devilishly. Then, before his buddy could protest, Willy grabbed Ben's dick and stretched the tape along the blue vein on the topside.

Ben stood there half-stunned, half-fascinated.

Suddenly he was as anxious as Willy to find out how big his monster really was.

The fat warm cock lay in Willy's palm. He butted the end of the tape against Ben's blond groin and read the measurement at the piss slit. "Six inches! Wow!"

Ben flushed. "Now let's measure yours," he said. He snatched the tape away from Willy and stretched it along Willy's cock just as Willy had done along his. "Five inches."

Willy grinned. "Now let's get 'em hard."

Like magic the two guys' pricks flipped up in the air, pointing at the john ceiling. They twitched excitedly, as if cunts were nearby.

Ben grabbed Willy's prick. The head was hot. It nearly burned his palm. It seemed to him that his own prick never felt that hot when he held it. He stretched the tape out along the top. Willy's prick was straight as a ramrod.

"Damn it, Willy, stop making it jump. I can't read the tape with your dick jumping all over like a fish?"

Willy laughed and held his breath, doing his best to control his unruly cock.

"Seven and a quarter," Ben proclaimed as if he were reading off a world record.

"Now for the big one," Willy said, grabbing the tape.

Ben's cock was the biggest, hardest thing Willy had ever held. The purple head was the size of an apple. He could feel the arteries in it pulsing with blood. When he tried to bend it down from its forty-five degree angle, it resisted as if it had a steel rod shaved up its center. His own dick jerked excitedly as he imagined Ben's massive weapon opening up a girl's crotch, especially the crotch of his smart-assed sister Cheryl. He'd give anything to see Cheryl split wide open by his best buddy's prick.

"Well, measure it, damn it," Ben said impatiently. "If I'd wanted a hand-job I'd have asked for it."

Willy carefully stretched the tape out along the straight blue vein, now bulging like a balloon. Ben's cock was not only long, but it had an upward curve that added to its length. The curve made the cock resemble a tightly strung bow.

"Holy shit!" Willy gasped.

"What? Read it, damn it!"

"Ten and one quarter! Holy shit! Almost a foot long!"

"Let me see that," Ben said, snatching the tape away. Willy was shitting him. Ben measured it himself. "Christ, you're right – almost. It's actually ten and a half."

Willy rechecked. "Holy shit!"

The two bays walked silently through the woods and out of the park. Each was contemplating the unbelievable size of Ben's cock. Willy always knew Ben's cock was a monster, but he'd never known just how much of a monster. And Ben, now that the size of his cock had been deemed in actual figures – ten and a half inches in length, and seven inches in circumference they'd measured the distance around the monster before leaving the john – for the first time in his life felt a little bit cocky.

Ben realized that he had something between his legs no other guy in town had – ten and a half inches. And the guys in the locker room drooled over it the same way Willy did. They were jealous as hell. They'd all give anything for a cock as big as his.

Ben looked down at his baggy pants. This would be the last day he'd be wearing these. From now on the chicks of this town were going to see just what kind of stud he was.

"Man," Willy said, "I'd sure like to see that prick of yours slice into my big-mouthed sister."

Ben's prick, still hard from the measuring session, flexed like an exercising gladiator. "Maybe you will, buddy. Maybe I'll shove my old dick inside her and carve her up for you."

Willy nearly fell over. Ben had never talked like this before. He glanced at his buddy. Ben's face was red. A cocky smile played around his lips. He leaned slightly backward, his chest inflated and lifted, his loins thrust forward. His big cock jutted under his pants like a wagging tent pole.

"Man, Willy said, you're still hard as a rock."

Ben draped his arm around Willy's shoulders and hugged him. "Only one thing will take care of that, pal – pussy – a lot of pussy! I'm gonna stretch out some breads like they've never been stretched before."

"And I'll help," Willy said.

"Sure," Ben said. "We'll fuck 'em together, really stretch 'em out. You and me."

When they got to school both guys headed directly to the nearest john and shot their jism into the same urinal. They wore so hot from all their planned fucking that each guy needed only a few strokes to bring himself off. Then they stuffed their spent peckers into their pants and walked to their respective classes, feeling temporarily relieved. But each knew that today was the beginning of something great. Each guy could feel it in his balls.

CHAPTER SIX

"Well, what do you say? Should we go with them or not?" Janet whispered.

"I'd rather walk today. I got a hot story to tell you."

"You're sure now, Cheryl? There's a lot of hot cock in that car."

"Are you broads coming or not?" The driver of the red Ford had his head out the window. He revved the motor impatiently.

His three male companions, one more in the front seat, and two in the back, leered at the two girls, drooling.

"I'm sure," said Cheryl.

"We're walking," Janet shouted to the driver.

The driver flushed, jerked his head back inside the car, let out the clutch, and squealed off, laying rubber on the asphalt and smoke in the air. His three companions gawked at the two girls from inside the careening Ford. Their mouths hung open with stunned disappointment as they roared out of sight.

Janet and Cheryl waved at them, laughing.

"Did you see the looks on their faces?" Janet asked. "I'm glad we didn't go with them. Those looks were priceless. We can get fucked any old time."

"You can say that again," said Cheryl. "Jeez, they were horny! I could just about smell their cocks, and they were all panting like bulls. I bet they'll pull off the road somewhere and jerk off before they get to school, swearing about us bitchy broads all the while."

"Or else they'll jerk off while they're driving and end up wrapped around a utility pole."

"Then we'd be responsible for their broken bones."

"Wouldn't we, though?" Janet grinned. "Come on, let's walk."

The two girls had gotten only a block from their homes when the red Ford with its four panting seniors had screeched up alongside them. Likely the four guys had been parked up the block waiting for their appearance. The two sophomore girls had a reputation for relieving studs of their horny loads before school. And Janet had the reputation of being the hottest cunt in school. Any guy who got his cock up her pussy talked about it for months afterward.

The girls succeeded in walking another block before a silver Lincoln, with two well-dressed guys seated in the front, cruised up alongside them like a shiny spacecraft under the brilliant autumn sun. The right front window hummed down, and the driver's companion, a handsome youth with impeccably trimmed brown hair, nodded to the two girls.

"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.

The two girls turned their eyes toward each other and nodded like a pair of dancers cueing each other. Then each nibbled her way up her respective guy's throbbing dick, wetly tonguing the engorged head as she reached it. The guys muttered a string of fuck words and began humping their hot loins. The girls caught up their dicks and sucked.

Bert's dick bubbled cum into Janet's mouth.

The warm pearls rolled down her throat. Janet gripped the base of Ben's cock, bending it downward so she could suck it more easily. The arteries along the top of the shaft tickled her fingers. The big dick hummed in her mouth as if electricity were surging through it. As she bobbed her head up and down over the bucking pecker she watched Cheryl out of the corner of her eye.

Cheryl was really going to work on Bob's prick, bobbing her head up and down and turning it from side to side. Bob's fat cockhead poked at her cheeks, making them bloat as if she'd taken a golf ball into her mouth. Cheryl's silky black hair shimmered in the sunshine as it trailed from side to side over her back, hanging halfway to her waist. Bob put his hands on either side of Cheryl's head and guided it up and down over his squirming cock. His big nuts pummeled her chin. The teen grunted like a bull, his abdomen muscles flexing, the veins over them bloated with hot blood.

"I think I'm gonna come," Bob whimpered.

"Me too," gasped Bert.

Janet yanked her head off Ben's cock. "Save it," she blurted out, trying to catch her breath. "Cheryl!"

Cheryl got the message and eased her mouth off Bob's cock. Both guys groaned, their big dicks bouncing in the air as they flipped out of the girls' mouths.

Janet felt satisfied as the two dripping cocks twitched all red and dripping in the sunshine while the two guys moaned with frustration. Ben's dick even shot a few drops of watery cum against Janet's lips, which she licked up instantly. The salty, jizzy taste made her regret for a moment that she hadn't let the youth shoot off in her mouth.

"Oh, Christ," Bob complained, "why did you chicks stop sucking? Don't you know that you're supposed to suck until the cum shoots."

"Jeez," said Bert, "and I was so close."

Janet glanced at Cheryl, then back at the guys. "We haven't had much experience sucking guys. Besides, I thought you guys wanted to fuck us. We don't wanna stay virgins all our lives. Right, Cheryl?"

"Yet," Cheryl said. "I've been waiting to feel a cock up my pussy for a longtime."

"So, let's fuck," Bob said, his voice shaky even though he was obviously trying to make it sound deep and tough. He reached forward and squeezed Cheryl's tits. His eyes nearly bugged out as the hard nipples glinted in the sunlight like rubies.

Bert followed his example and toyed with Janet's sexy knockers. He tweaked her nipples with his thumbs, then sucked on them, muttering to himself about how good they were.

Janet tingled all over. Bert's warm lips around her sensitive nipples were almost enough to make her come. The electrical sensation of his cock inside her mouth and down her throat as she had sucked it had charged her entire body to the point that almost any kind of touch to her sensitive body parts would bring on an orgasm. She pushed him away.

"We wanna get fucked," she said. "You guys quit your stalling and put those big peckers inside us."

"Yeah, studs," Cheryl said, "fuck us."

The two guys looked at each other and swallowed. Their Adam's apples bobbed. Their pricks quivered, standing up so hard that they looked ready to split open. Janet actually winced to see dicks so hard. They looked painful.

The guys appeared to be hesitating – one waiting for the other to make the first move. Janet was now more certain than ever, that neither of them had ever fucked a girl in his life. She found it hard to believe that two eighteen-year-old studs with such beautiful cocks were still virgins. She couldn't stand waiting anymore. Each second that passed felt like an hour.

"Lie down, you guys, on the blanket. We'll get up over you and sit on your pricks. That way, if it hurts us too much, we can lift up a little and ease the pain." Janet tried to make her voice tremble, to show the guys she was a scared virgin and to make them feel tougher.

As the youths positioned themselves side by side on the brown wool blanket, their purple cockheads tapping against their navels, Janet whispered to Cheryl: "As soon, as they come, we'll grab our clothes and run."

Cheryl nodded. She didn't know what devilish scheme Janet had in mind, but she couldn't wait to find out. "Oh, Janet," Cheryl said for the benefit of the two virgin studs, "are you sure we should do this? Those peckers look so damn big and hard, and those guys look like they really know how to use them. They might tear us apart."

"We've gotta get fucked sooner or later," Janet said, "so it might just as well be sooner – like right now."

"Don't worry," Bob said. "I'll be gentle. I never hurt a chick yet."

"Me neither," said Bert.

Janet and Cheryl looked at each other and rolled their eyes. The guys certainly weren't lying about that.

"Oh, please, let's fuck!" Bert blurted out as if he couldn't stand any mare waiting. He was ready.

"Come on," Janet said, grabbing Cheryl's arm. The ache in Bert's voice made her pussy throb for his prick.

The two guys bent their pricks up to vertical as Janet and Cheryl straddled them – Janet on Bert and Cheryl on Bob. The girls wiggled their asses much more than necessary as they positioned their spread pussies directly over the horny teens' ramrod-straight cocks. And the extra ass-wiggling made their tits bounce and quiver, giving both themselves and the guys an added thrill. As the tips of the hot cocks met the wet raw pussy flesh, the two experienced nymphets let their elastic cuntlips snap shut over the purple cockheads. All four hot teenagers groaned simultaneously.

Janet and Cheryl glanced at each other. Cheryl knew exactly what Janet had in mind at this point. The two girls had more than once pretended they were virgins for guys. They knew guys loved the thought of fucking virgins, so they played the role whenever they could – with guys who didn't know their reputations, of course. Right now, though, the situation was ironic. Here they were pretending to be virgins for two real virgins who were themselves pretending to be experienced studs. Cheryl tightened all her loin muscles to near cramping. It was essential – when trying to make a guy think you were a virgin – to make your cunt tight enough to nearly rip the skin off the guy's cock. That way he would be sure to believe he was taking your cherry.

The youths squirmed all over the blanket, wiggling their skinny loins and thrusting upward, trying desperately to bury their glowing dicks up the girls' cunts.

The girls braced their hands against each other's shoulders to keep from being toppled off the moaning, jerking youths. The guys were going crazy trying to get inside them. The guy's belly muscles rippled like running streams as their lithe bodies undulated under the experienced nymphos with their tightly clamped cunts. The horny youths grunted and snorted. Sweat glistened on their heaving bellies and rolled down their cheeks.

"Fuck!" Bob muttered. "Oh, fuck!"

"Goddamn!" Bert gasped. "So fucking tight!" The guys' glowing cockheads, slick with cum and pussyjuice, throbbed like hot baked apples between the two girls' hot, sucking pussylips. Both girls could feel the guys getting close to shooting off. They realized that if they didn't fuck these two guys soon, they'd miss out on the thrill of feeling the hot jets of cum shooting deep inside their bodies.

"Fuck me!" Bert groaned.

"Let me in!" Bob whimpered.

Now was the time. The two girls loosened their cramped cunts just enough to allow the jerking cocks to enter. Then, letting their weight carry them down, they impaled themselves on the bursting cocks in one quick, hard, fucking motion. Their meaty asses bounced against the youths' plump nuts. They screamed as if in agony. The guys whined like tomcats. Their eyes rolled. Their cocks exploded. Hot virgin cum shot up the girls' cunts. The hot youths bucked so furiously as they spurted that both girls imagined themselves riding broncos.

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."

CHAPTER SEVEN

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.

Standing behind the shed now were a long-haired football player, still wearing his jersey and shoulder pads, and a blond-haired girl in a cheerleader's outfit. The football player had the cheerleader up against the weathered-gray side of the shed, and he was kissing and biting her all over the face and neck. Although the cheerleader appeared to struggle to free herself, she giggled as if she were thrilled.

Ben and Willy sank back down and crawled on their hands and knees through the thick grass. At the edge of the field they slid down on their bellies to watch the exciting spectacle before them. Both still had their pricks out, which now throbbed hard as steel between their clothed bellies and the yellow hay.

"Come on, honey," the football player panted. "You know you want it. You've been wiggling your ass at me ever since school started."

Ben and Willy – recognized the player immediately. He was none other than Brent Johnson, the big tackle – six feet tall, two-hundred pounds, and not a trace of fat on him. Brent had made second-team all-state last year as a junior, and he was sure to make first team this year. Ben and Willy had seen him working out with weights a few times at the Y, and their eyes had nearly popped out at the sight of Brent's massive, writhing muscles. Both guys thought Brent was a God.

"Come on, chicky," Brent said, "let's see how you're doing down here." He had his hand up under her skirt, and the muscles of his forearm looked like a mess of throbbing cables as he felt her up.

The girl's eyes swam as the muscular football player's big hand played with her crotch. She went limp against the bare shed, and Brent had to catch her to keep her from getting slivers in her cute wiggling rump.

"Ohh, Brent!" the chick cooed. "Ohh, Brent, ooooh!"

Willy and Ben recognized the girl, also. She was Amy Martin, and a member of the cheerleading squad. Both guys were crazy about her, but she had never once looked at either of them. She had eyes only for seniors. Ben, especially, was hot for her because she had long, silky-blond hair like his own, and because she reminded him of his sister, Janet, who turned him on more than any girl he'd ever seen.

Amy leaned against the shed wall, her knees shaking, while the horny football player tore her clothes off. The big male straightened up, staring down at the trembling girl. He was easily twice her size, and she trembled before him like a tiny rose blossom, blushing from head to foot. Her pubescent tits stood out like pointed cones, the pink nipples at their tips quivering with excitement.

She put one pretty foot on top of the other, hid her fuzzy pussy behind her hands, and fluttered her blue eyes at the muscular stud before her. They glimmered under long eyelashes.

"Goddamn, you're a pretty, sexy thing!" Brent said. He kicked off his spiked shoes and peeled off his thick wool socks. His muscular feet pounded up dust as he planted them on the yellow earth.

"What are you going to do, Brent?" Amy asked. She pouted her lips, playing the part of an innocent girl.

Brent's armpits bristled with black hair as he peeled off his red jersey. Beads of sweat rippled over the armor of his ribs. His plastic shoulder pads clicked. "I'm gonna enjoy you, honey," he said. Then he sucked up her tits one at a time, each pink tit disappearing completely in his mouth.

Amy's head swayed back and forth. Her eyes were closed. Her long blond hair trailed over her shoulders. "Oh, Brent!" she muttered. "Oh, Brent!" Three small trickles of pussy juice oozed down the inside of her smooth thigh.

"Look at that!" Willy whispered. "She's juicing!"

"Goddamn!" whispered Ben. "I think I can smell it!"

Willy's nostrils twitched. "Me too," he said.

Both guys humped at the grass. Precum bubbled out of their cocks. Brent's shoulder pads hit the ground. He tore off his pants. His asscheeks flexed. His jockstrap tented straight out. Amy fell to her knees and threw her arms around the big stud's legs. She rubbed her naked body up and down against them, purring like a kitten. She moved up and hooked her trembling fingers under the waistband of Brent's jock. As Brent's jock slipped down, his horny cock flipped out and slapped up against his belly. His swollen nuts looked big red apples. Amy slipped the sweaty jock off over the big stud's feet and pressed it to her face.

"Goddamn!" Brent said, his eyes on the worshipping nymphette.

Amy inhaled deeply, her lithe ribcage inflating remarkably, her firm tits pointing at the sky. She rubbed the sweaty jock all over her face, then up and down over her tits and belly and legs. "Mmmmm," she cooed, bathing her flesh in the stud's scent. "Mmmmmmm!"

Brent stretched as he watched her. His horny cock quivered, standing out from his loins at a forty-five degree angle. His square, flaring pectoral muscles danced under a growth of fine dark hair. A perfectly straight line of dark fur stretched between his navel and his abundant growth of cockhair.

"I'm gonna fuck you, baby," Brent muttered in a tone of voice that sounded as if he were picking a fight. "I'm gonna fuck the guts out of you." He stoked his cock like a warrior polishing his sword. "But that's what you want, baby, don't you? Yeah, baby, that's what you want. I can tell chicks like you want it hard."

As the sex-crazed young man muttered between his clenched teeth, gobs of thick pre-cum oozed out of his big cock and rolled over his knuckles. Amy let out a whimper and clawed her way up Brent's legs. Her tongue dangled from her mouth, dripping saliva. She lapped the juice from Brent's thick knuckles, then sucked at Brent's purple cockhead. Brent grasped her pretty blond head and forced it down over his bucking cock. Amy's nose mashed against Brent's groin, buried in his forest of pubic hair. She choked, gasping for breath.

"Suck it, you teeny-bopping bitch," Brent grunted. He humped his muscular loins, pumping his mean cock in and out of the pretty girl's mouth.

Amy continued to choke. She whimpered. Her blond head in Brent's huge muscular hands resembled a doll's head, and her willowy body resembled a ragdoll's as it flapped and trembled under the heated onslaught of the horny stud.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, mmmm, yeah, ooooh, ohhh!" Brent grunted. He bared his white teeth. He whined. His plump asscheeks inflated and contracted like bellows. Ws fat nuts slapped against Amy's long neck. Suddenly he lifted his leg and wrapped it around Amy's neck, cradling the back of her neck against his thick calf muscle. His huge foot flexed back and forth, the big toes spreading and clenching. His eyes rolled back like a zombie's. Amy gagged and choked as if she were drowning.

"I'm coming! Oh, Jesus Christ, I'm coming!" the big stud gasped, trying to balance on one foot while he pumped his load of hot jism down the girl's throat.

The giant of a youth clung to the pretty girl's head like a mountaineer grasping at a rock to save his life. For a moment, all was silent. The tall guy and the tiny girl appeared frozen forever in their precarious pose. Then the big muscular leg supporting the spasming youth wobbled. Suddenly it folded, and the spurting stud crashed backward onto his ass, leaving the gasping girl suspended in the air, her mouth still sucking.

The moment Brent's meaty ass hit the hay, a spurt of thick white jism blasted from the tip of his bucking cock and jetted five feet in the air, hitting Amy directly in the face.

"Oh, God!" Amy cried. "Don't waste it!" She dove on top of the still-spurting youth and gulped his cock down her throat. Her Adam's apple palpitated like a heart as she swallowed again and again.

Brent stretched out on the grass in a crucified position as the cum-hungry nymphette sucked him dry. The moment he was done shooting, Amy threw herself onto her back in the grass, kicked her excited legs in the air, yanked apart her pink cuntlips and wiggled her horny ass.

"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.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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."

A door slammed out in the hall. It was either Janet or one of his smart-assed brothers going to bed. It could possibly be his parents, but not likely. They rarely staggered in before dawn. Ben heard a thump in the next room. It was Janet, his sexy sister. His cock quivered. It wanted Janet more than any other cunt in the whole world.

Ben stared at the dresser pressed up against the wall separating his and Janet's rooms. Behind it was a door that opened into Janet's room. The door had been locked ever since Ben's room had been converted from a closet into a bedroom, but its keyhole, as far as Ben knew, had never been plugged. His father hadn't considered the keyhole as a source of mischief for his son, and neither had Ben – until this very moment. Damn, he realized suddenly, maybe he could get a quick peek at Janet's tits as she undressed. Maybe he'd even get a look at her cunt! He rolled off his bed and charged the large oak dresser.

The thing wouldn't budge. It seemed to be glued to the floor. It hadn't been moved since it had been put in that spot, and it seemed determined to stay there forever like some Goddamned stubborn mule. Ben strained with all the strength of his body. He began sweating. The Goddamned dresser must weigh a thousand pounds. Ben fell back onto the bed, panting. His huge cock had deflated in the struggle.

He lay there studying his opponent. He felt like David facing Goliath. He could hear the smug giant heckling him. Then he thought, you may be big, but you're also dumb, and a few seconds later he was dragging the heavy drawers out of the dresser.

Ben grunted. The dresser chugged grudgingly across the floor. Light shot from the keyhole and hit Ben smack in the navel. Like magic his pecker snapped to attention. Ben dropped to his knees. For a few moments he thought he was dreaming.

The ceiling light in Janet's room blazed, making Ben feel as if he were watching a stage play from a darkened auditorium. Janet was there all right, all five-foot-three, luscious, naked inches of her. Her heavy, pink-capped tits swayed and jiggled underneath her as she squirmed on her hands and knees on the shiny hardwood floor. The waxed floor cast her hot reflection back up at her. Janet moaned as she squirmed. She wasn't alone.

On the bed before her, lying back, supported by his elbows, his legs hanging off the bed, his feet planted on the floor, wiggled Ben's brother, Mike. He was naked. His big cock jutted straight up from his tight loins, and Janet's head moved up and down over it. As Mike watched his sister's head bob up and down, her mouth sucking, he sipped occasionally from his can of Budweiser. Then he took a drag at the cigarette he held between the fingers of his other hand and blew the swirling smoke in Janet's face. He looked cool, tough, but his toes gave him away. They were writhing, dancing. The teen was hot.

"Yeah, baby, that's it," Mike muttered. "Suck my dick. See if you can make it cream."

Janet grunted. Her head bounced. She slurped and sucked.

"Move that ass, hot bitch!" snarled her brother Brian behind her. He kneeled on the floor between her legs, his hard loins banging away at her ass, his gleaming prick slicing in and out of her juicy cunt. He tossed his blond head from side to side, snorting like a bull as he fucked. His long hair brushed back and forth over his shoulders like a golden broom. "Turn it up, baby," he grunted, slapping her ass. "Tighten up that pussy!"

Janet cooed as she arched her lissome back and turned her round asscheeks up toward her brother's face. Her waist looked tiny, no bigger around than her thigh, and her wiggling asscheeks looked like two plump full moons. Her big tits hung like turgid water balloons from her heaving chest. She was hot. Ben could see pussyjuice dripping from Brian's slicing cock each time it pulled out. The horny nympho was enjoying getting it from both ends from her hot stud brothers.

"Oh, Jesus, yeah, that's more like it," Brian said, his teeth bared, all the muscles of his eighteen-year-old body dancing. "Tightest fucking bitch this side of the Mississippi! Ain't that right, brother?"

Mike just grunted, bucking his hot loins, wiggling his toes, nodding his blond head from side to side. He looked identical to his brother – same profile, same blond head, same lean body. In fact, had it not been for Janet's tits and meaty female ass, she would have looked enough like him for anyone watching to mistake her for him. The fucking trio looked like fucking teenage triplets. And, had Tim walked in to join them in their fucking, the four siblings would have resembled fucking quadruplets.

Ben realized for the first time as he peeped at his brothers and sister fucking, just bow much they looked alike. And he further realized that he himself looked so much like them that he and his sister and his three brothers could easily pass for quintuplets. Shit, he thought, the only ways in which he differed from Mike and Brian and Tim were in his height. He was about five-four, while they were all about five-seven – and his cock was bigger! His own big dick was nearly three inches longer than any of theirs! He smiled. He was more of a stud than any of them, and none of them knew it. Neither his smart-assed brothers nor Janet had seen his cock since the time it was a tiny weenie.

"Throw me a beer," said Brian, continuing to hump as he opened his hands like a baseball catcher. Then he slapped Janet's ass a few times, really cracking it, making the cheeks flush red except for the white imprint of his fingers. "Keep jerking that ass, honey," he snarled at Janet. "You ain't getting no refreshment till you've satisfied us men."

Mike popped the tab off a can of Budweiser and tossed it to Brian, who snatched it out of the air and pressed it to his lips. After he'd taken a long chug, his chin painted at the ceiling, sudsy beer trickling over his bobbing Adam's apple, he dumped a stream of the golden liquid all over Janet's gyrating ass. Some of it pooled in the hollow of her lower back. Some of it bubbled down her asscrack and cooled Brian's hot pistoning prick and nuts.

Janet gibbered as if the cold beer excited her. She snapped up her head. Mike's spit-glazed cock whacked down against his belly. "I want a taste of beer," she gasped.

Mike grinned. He reached into the nearly empty six-pack and popped open another can of beer. He shoved it toward Janet's face. Her tongue stuck out as if she wanted her brother to pour beer over it.

"Here you go, babe," Mike said. He began to pour the beer onto her tongue, then quickly dumped it over his prick and balls. His navel filled to the brim. "There you go, babe." He tipped his head back and guzzled down the remaining Budweiser while his beer-drenched cock twitched before his sister's lips.

Janet plunged her face between her brother's legs and caught the beer trickling down his crotch. She licked all over under his nuts, then sucked the big wet balls, and moved up to lick the sticky beer off his prick. Last of all, she sucked the golden pool out of his navel and licked it clean.

"Way to go, babe," Mike said, flexing his big cock. "Now that you're refreshed, get busy sucking that cock. No stopping 'til you've got my hot cream in your belly." He grabbed his dick and whopped her on the nose with it. Janet swallowed up his cock immediately. "Hungry bitch, ain't she?" Mike said, grinning up at Brian.

"Hungry and hot," Brian said. "You oughta feel that pussy of hers wrapped around your dick. She's like a furnace inside." He whacked her ass hard with two open hands. His strong shoulders and arms bulged as he pounded her gyrating ass until it glowed. "Fuck, you bitch!" he snarled. "Goddamn it, fuck my prick!"

Mike watched his brother with a leering grin. "Way to give it to her," he said. "Now let's cream her, shoot her full of our jizz."

"Yeah, man, let's cream her," Brian said, digging his fingers into her ass. "You choke her to death while I fuck the shit out of her." His loins hammered.

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!

CHAPTER NINE

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.

Tim groaned. His tongue darted out, the tip of it flicking back and forth along Cheryl's pussy. Droplets of her juice fell from the ends of her long dark cunthairs, and the hungry teen caught them with his tongue and ate them up. As the horny youth tried to drive his tongue up her cunt, Cheryl lifted up, pulling her pussy just out of range.

"Damn it!" Tim moaned. "Let me suck it!"

"When I'm good and ready, slaveboy," Cheryl said with a chuckle. "I'm the boss here now."

Tim squirmed. His big dick slapped up and down against his belly. "Goddamn!" he moaned.

Cheryl slapped his face.

"You Goddamn bitch!" Tim said. "When I get loose, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

Cheryl slapped him again, this time even harder. But before the bound youth could cry out, she squashed his face with her open crotch.

Tim trashed as if he were being smothered. His dick hammered like a drumstick. Cheryl lifted up just enough to give him air, and he gasped for breath.

"Oh, what fun!" Cheryl said with a laugh. Them she growled. "Chew my horny crotch, slaveboy. Eat my pussy. Drink my hot juice." She churned her ass, sandpapering the teen's face with her wiry bush.

Tim whimpered.

"Eat it!" Cheryl ordered. "Eat it or I'm drown you."

Tim munched at her crotch. The sounds made by his slurping tongue filled the room. His jerking prick oozed pre-cum on his flat belly. He muttered incomprehensible words as he sucked.

Cheryl smiled. She tossed her head from side to side. Her shiny black hair caressed her creamy smooth back. She cupped her hands under her tits, lifting each big tit up so she could lick its nipple. She groaned, and churned her ass faster. Beneath her heaving crotch, Tim gasped for breath.

In the moonlit yard outside the bedroom, Ben pumped away at his dick. His tongue hung out, dripping. His lusting eyes followed every luscious movement of his sister's horny ass. For the first time in his life he wanted his sister – wanted to fuck her big round ass, wanted to suck her hot cunt. At that moment, more than anything else in the world, Willy wished he were Tim Konig, his face being mashed by Cheryl's horny crotch.

Suddenly, Cheryl fell forward, bracing her hands against the floor. Her ass humped. She fucked Tim's mouth with her pussy, knifed her stiff clit at his lips. Her ass shuddered. She threw back her head and whined. "I'm coming! Oh, Timmy, I'm coming! Jesus! Ohhhhhh!"

Tim's skinny body jerked in response to each round of Cheryl's orgasmic spasms. His big nuts rolled in their tight sac. His cock bubbled pre-cum like jism. He sucked the hot feelings out of Cheryl's pussy.

Outside, Willy spurted his jism against the siding of hit house. His own spasms were synchronized with those of his sister. Each time her meaty ass shuddered, each time she whined, Willy shot his jism against the house, his own ass vibrating sympathetically with his sisters.

As the hot feelings shot through him, his balls bloated and pumped out yet another round of hot jism, Willy imagined himself fucking his sister's ass, envisioned his jizz pelting the inside of her cunt.

Cheryl lifted her ass. Tim's face was purple. Pussyjuice covered it like honey.

He panted for breath. "Fuck me!" he gasped. "Please, Cheryl, fuck my cock." He whimpered pathetically, squirmed helplessly, his wrists and ankles shackled by the tight nylon stockings. His dick looked ready to split down the center. His balls looked about to explode. "Oh, Jesus Christ, Cheryl, sit on my cock!"

Cheryl slid backward over his body, taking her time, a satisfied smirk on her face as she watched the squirming teen beg her to fuck his prick. She sat on the teen's thighs, grabbed his prick by the base and held it vertical. The meaty head throbbed, glowing like an ember. Pre-cum oozed out over her fingers.

"Please, Cheryl," Tim pleaded. "Please?"

Willy couldn't believe what he was hearing. In his life had he heard big, tough, cocky Tim Konig beg. Tim was about in tears. If only Ben was here to see this, Willy thought Jesus Christ! Tim, whining like a baby!

In slow motion, Cheryl lifted up her ass and lowered it down on Tim's steel-hard cock. The burning cockhead throbbed at the entrance to her pussy for an endless moment. Tim looked ready to have a stroke. At last, suddenly, without warning, Cheryl impaled herself to the hilt on Tim's cock, her fleshy asscheeks slamming against Tim's cum bloated balls. Tim's eyes swam. His mouth gaped. His entire body jerked.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he cried. "Ooooooooooh!"

Cheryl squealed. Tim's hot jism filled her cunt. The thick white cum overflowed her cunt and bubbled out over Tim's pumping nuts.

Out in the yard, Willy's pubescent cock exploded for the second time within minutes. It felt like all the life was shooting out of him. By the time he was done shooting, he was too weak to stand.

As he crawled through the dewy grass back to his own room, he crawled not out of stealth, but out of weakness. He struggled back into his room and collapsed on his bed and was asleep instantly.

CHAPTER TEN

Willy and Ben lounged in the tall grass of the farm field adjacent the athletic fields. The football team wasn't practicing today due to the game tonight, but Willy and Ben hadn't sneaked to their hiding place in the grass after school today to watch football players maul each other. Today they had gone back there for one reason only – to discuss what they had seen last night.

"I never knew," said Ben. "I never knew that Mike and Brent fucked Janet, or that Tim fucks your sister. I bet Tim fucks Janet too."

"Sure," said Willy. "From what I hear, Tim's fucked every girl in school."

"Jeez! And we ain't never fucked anybody." Ben pulled on his bare toes nervously. Both teens had kicked off their shoes and were about ready to pull off their clothes and jack off.

"But we're gonna," said Willy.

"When?"

"Just as soon as you start waving your big dick at the chicks."

Ben unsnapped his jeans and unzipped the fly. His monstrous dick, hard as a rock, burst out and slapped up against his T-shirt. He sighed. "Oh, jeez, that's better." He looked at Willy. "Well, I wore these Goddamned tight pants today, and nothing happened."

The jeans Ben had on were two sizes too small for him. He hadn't worn them since before his dick had tripled in size, but they were the largest jeans he owned that weren't baggy on him. Until he could get some snug-fitting new jeans, they were all he had to wear if he wanted to show off his cock.

Willy gazed at Ben's pecker. No matter how many times he'd seen it, he couldn't help being stunned each time Ben took it out. Willy always insisted on feeling it to make sure it was real.

"But the chicks were looking, Benjy," Willy said. "I saw 'em. They were turning around behind your back. A lot of 'em got red in the face. You didn't see 'em because you were walking around looking at the floor like you always do. You've gotta look up and say hello, and they'll come running."

"All I wanna do is fuck," Ben pouted. "I don't wanna talk. I just wanna shove my dick up their pussies and fuck, the way Brent does. Brent doesn't waste time with talking. He just knocks the chick down and fucks her." Ben grabbed his prick and started jerking off.

"So do it," Willy said.

"I will," said Ben. "You just wait."

"When?"

"When I'm good and ready." Ben was ready. He'd been ready for two years, ever since his pubescent sex-juices had started flowing. But as confident and resolved as he felt while daydreaming and jacking off, when he was face-to-face with a girl, he was afraid to even look at her.

Ben stared at Willy who had taken out his prick and was jacking off with Ben. "When are you gonna start fucking?" he asked Willy. "You're always telling me to grab a chick and fuck her, but I never see you doing it."

Willy never got a chance to answer. Both teens smelled it at the same time – cigarette smoke – and they shut up immediately and rose to their feet. Leaning against the equipment shed, sucking on a cigarette and playing with her long blond hair, was Amy. She appeared jittery, impatient. She kept peering around the corner of the shed toward the high school, obviously waiting for somebody.

The teens sank back down. "Jeez," Willy said, "there she is again. Brent should be coming along any minute."

The teens almost shot off at the thought of watching another hot fuck scene. They crept toward the edge of the tall grass for a ring-side view of the action about to be.

Five minutes later, they were still waiting for the action to begin. Not only were they getting impatient, but hornier and hornier as well. Amy had sat down against the shed and had kicked off her shoes. As she sat there, blowing blue smoke into the sunshine, she shoved her free hand up under her red cheerleader's skirt and rubbed her pussy. As she rubbed, her toes wiggled.

"Holy shit!" Ben whispered. "She's jacking off!"

"Yeah," Willy muttered, salivating. "Chicks do it too, jack off their pussies."

"Jeez!" Ben whispered.

"You said it," Willy said. Saliva dripped from his chin.

Amy peered around the corner of the shed. "Goddamn it!" she swore. She tossed her cigarette on the ground. "Who the hell does he think he is?" She stood up and glared around the corner toward the school, hands on her hips. She wheeled back. "Fuck him!" She pulled off her cheerleader's outfit and flung it at the side of the shed. She stood there, dressed only in white bikini pants. She shoved he hand inside thorn.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Willy groaned. He quickly lifted his loins to avoid shooting off into the grass.

Ben lay next to him, panting loudly. Ben shook all over. He muttered something, but his lip trembled so hard that Willy couldn't understand him. He gave Willy a pained, longing stare, eyes glazed, face contorted. The expression on Ben's face frightened Willy. It was crazy.

"Benjy?" Willy said. He started to lay his hand on Ben's back, but before he could, Ben was up on his feet.

Ben staggered like a drunk out of the tall pass and down the edge of the athletic field toward the back of the equipment shod. His ten-and-a-half inch cock, now looking to be well over a foot, waved in the air like an ivory billy club. His tight pants had slid halfway down his thighs, but he made no effort to hold them up as he stumbled.

Amy had seen him from the moment he stopped out of the tall grass. She stood there with her mouth hanging open, her eyes riveted to Ben's cock. "Oh, my God!" she muttered again and again. "I don't believe it!"

By the time Ben got to her, Amy was on her knees, her tongue hanging out. She reached forward with both hands and grabbed Ben's cock as if it were a submarine sandwich. She drew it to her lips and kissed the head. Then she forced her mouth over it. She looked as if she was trying to swallow an arm. Her last words before sucking were, "I don't believe it!"

Ben groaned. A few tears rolled down his cheeks. His knees shook. His skinny ass made small humping motions.

Willy staggered out of his hiding place and made it to Ben's side. The two teens draped their arms around each other's shoulders to steady each other as the girl sucked Ben's cock. Willy's mind was a whir of excitement. He wasn't quite sure what was happening. All he was conscious of was Amy's mouth stretched over Ben's monstrous cock and of his own hand pumping his aching prick.

Ben's dick jerked so much in Amy's mouth that it almost lifted her off the ground. Amy could manage only to swallow the first third of Ben's dick, but that first third contained the magic pleasure areas – the fat, supersensitive head, and the ultrasensitive pleasure strand on the underside just below the head – so Ben got a full dose of the pleasure only a blow-job can offer.

Amy's mouth, though stretched until her lips almost tore and her jaws almost dislocated, sucked beautifully. Amy was as experienced at sucking cock as any whore, and now she applied all of that experience in sucking the biggest, hardest cock she'd ever lain eyes on. Her hot, wet tongue churned against the underside of Ben's dick until his eyes almost popped out. Within seconds, Ben exploded.

"Ohhhhh! I'm coming! Willy, I'm coming! I'm getting sucked off by a chick! Oh, Jesus!"

His skinny loins bucked uncontrollably, sending vibratory jolts through Amy's pretty blond head. His jism hurtled down Amy's throat. She gagged and choked. Willy threw both his arms around his spasming buddy to keep Ben from toppling over.

"Hold on, buddy," Willy gasped. "Hold on."

Willy himself was so excited by the sight of his best buddy spurting hot jism down a real chick's throat, that the contact of Willy's prick against Ben's hot ass as he pressed up against Ben to hold him was enough to bring Willy off. Just as Ben fired his last round of cum down Amy's throat, Willy fired his first against Ben's ass.

"Oh, jeez," Willy groaned. "I'm coming!"

Amy jerked her head off Ben's prick and clawed at Willy's legs. She gibbered frenziedly, jerking Willy's spasming loins toward her. A spurt of Willy's jism splatted against her forehead. Before Willy could get another shot at her, she swallowed his cock.

Willy almost fainted as Amy's hot mouth closed around his sensitive, spurting prick. He felt his nuts bloat up. He felt them pump. He felt the long, hot spurts of jism uncoil in his nuts and shoot through his cock while Amy's relentless tongue licked hot circles at the most sensitive part of his dick. It felt so good he wanted to die. He hugged Amy's blond head and humped, fucking her pretty mouth as if it were a cunt. As the last spasms caressed the depths of his loins, he felt himself melting, sinking into the earth. He closed his eyes and purred.

Suddenly, Ben was all over him as if he were trying to wrestle Willy to the ground. Willy was being dragged, his ecstatic dick being ripped out of the luscious, secure warmth of the girl's tender mouth.

"Run!" Ben shouted. "Willy, run! It's Brent!" Willy didn't have to be told twice. A glimpse of his gigantic form striding down the edge of the field toward the shed made enough adrenaline shoot into Willy's bloodstream that he could have run a four-minute mile. In a fraction of a second, Willy hurtled past Ben who was struggling to pull up his pants while he made his own getaway.

The two barefooted teens flew across the athletic fields like two antelope. Behind them they could hear Brent cursing. They ran effortlessly, their long hair streaming. It was only after dark that they dared creep back to their hiding place for their shoes.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Time out at the city football stadium. The stadium lights glared down on the bleachers lining the sidelines, bleachers alive with hundreds of screaming, frenetic teenagers. The lights reflected off the red and yellow helmets of the respective teams in the center of the field and along the sidelines. Cheerleaders on both sides of the field led their respective student bodies in warlike chants. The chorus of voices was mostly female. The girls cheered while the teens tried to feel them up. A round of applause interspersed with catcalls broke out when the unconscious player in the center of the field finally came-to and was assisted off the field by two teammates, one supporting the injured player on each side. The injured player, his head wobbling, his knees rubbery, was the third victim of Brent Johnson's vicious play tonight, and the first half wasn't even over with yet. Brent's coach paced the sidelines, giddy with satisfaction.

"Why can't the rest of you guys learn to hit like that?" he'd growl at his players on the bench every once in a while. Then he'd turn back to the field and gloat. Brent would be his first all-state player, then his first collegiate All-American, then all-pro. And as big as Brent got, he'd always give credit to his high school coach for turning him into one of the legends of the gridiron.

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.

The guy sighed. "Mmmmm, baby, suck my ass," he moaned. Then he wiggled his butt like a nymphette getting ready to be fucked.

Amy buried her face between the hot asscheeks. Her tongue played with the youth's sensitive pucker. His asshole opened slightly and sucked at Amy's tongue. She shoved her tongue up the guy's ass. He was sweet inside.

"Feels good," the guy moaned. "Mmmmmm, feels so good!"

Amy forced her tongue so far up the youth's asshole that she thought she'd push it right out of her mouth. The guy's hot hole twitched and throbbed, squeezing her tongue rhythmically. The guy's ass wiggled. His arm pumped. He was waiting while Amy licked out his hot asshole.

"Fuck my ass," he grunted. "Fuck my ass with your hot tongue. Oh, yeah!"

Amy darted her tongue in and out. She twirled it. She sank her teeth into the youth's dilated pucker. The guy jerked his cock. Within a minute, he was coming.

His whole throbbed against Amy's pumping tongue. His jism shot out of his cock and splatted against the ass of the guy fucking Cheryl.

As soon as he was done spurting, Amy gave each of his cute asscheeks a big smacking kiss. Then she pushed him aside to get at his jism, which was clinging in hot wads to the contracting asscheeks of the guy fucking Cheryl. Amy sucked up the jism, then drove her tongue up the new guy's asshole. Immediately, the new boy shot his own jism up Cheryl's juicy cunt.

Amy lost track of time. All she was conscious of was big fat cocks exploding one after the other. Janet and Cheryl winked at her from time to time, and she winked back. All three girls were delighting in what they loved best – sucking the jism out of the guys' nuts by whatever means possible. The girls were obsessed. Their mission in life seemed to be to make guys come.

Amy loved her two girlfriends. They'd taught her so much about guys and fucking and sucking. She loved them so much that she delighted in crawling into bed with just the two of them, sandwiched between their hot, naked bodies. They'd rub against each other, talking about all the hot cocks they'd fucked, and then they'd all come, all three of their pussies throbbing and juicing at once.

The evening went on. Half-time came. The second half of the football game began. The crowds, in the bleachers cheered and booed and gasped. Amy lapped up more and more jism. Some she sucked right out of hot, spurting cocks.

Janet and Cheryl got fucked, taking on one guy after another. The insatiable guys kept on spurting. Some lay panting on the ground, recovering, while their horny buddies humped away at the hot girls or slid their juicy cocks in and out of Amy's throat. They all seemed to have forgotten that Amy had claimed she had the clap. Or else they remembered but just didn't care.

The cozy clearing in the grove of thick spruces filled with the scents of jism and pussyjuice. The guys' cocks just wouldn't get soft, and the girls just wouldn't stop trying for their jism. Finally, halfway through the fourth quarter, one of the guys pulled up his pants, stuffed his cock inside, and staggered out of the clearing to return to the game. One by one, the other guys, after pumping out one for the road, yanked up their jeans and left. At last, only the three cum-filled girls remained.

"Mmmm, what a night!" said Janet. She pulled a wrapped tampon out of the pocket of her jeans and ripped open the paper wrapper.

"You can say that again," Cheryl said. Then she nodded toward the tampon. "Have one of those for me, honey?"

"Sure thing," Janet said, reaching back down into the pocket of her jeans, which were still down around her ankles. She produced a tampon for Cheryl and tossed it to her.

"I hope this will stay in," Cheryl said, extracting the tampon from its package. "Those guys really loosened me up."

"Me, too," said Janet. She pushed the oblong object up her cunt and removed the stem, letting the stern drop to the ground like a discarded sucker stick.

Cheryl shoved her own tampon up her cunt. It made a squishing sound as it entered. All three girls laughed.

"Christ, you're juicy," Amy said, spotting a trickle of cum slowly sliding down Cheryl's leg. She squatted quickly at Cheryl's feet and licked the cum off.

"Look at that cunt eat cum," Janet said. "I wonder which of those hunky guys that jizz belongs to."

"Probably all of them," Cheryl said, lifting her leg slightly so Amy could lick up around her pussy. "They all shot off in me at least once, I think."

Amy licked at Cheryl's hairy snatch. The kinky hair dripped with jism and pussyjuice. She licked up all the juice she could find, savoring the taste.

"How about me?" Janet asked when Amy had finished lapping at Cheryl's pussy like a mother cat.

Amy didn't have to be asked twice. She crawled up between Janet's smooth legs and licked between them, combing the silky blond pussy hairs with her tongue. A trickle of jism got past Janet's tampon, and Amy quickly caught it.

"She must be starving," Cheryl said.

"She loves the stuff almost as much as we do," Janet said.

Amy looked up. "Why don't both of you pull out your tampons and let me suck the jizz out of you? That way you won't have to worry about getting your jeans all wet. Christ, what if your tampons slipped out?"

"I'll take that chance," said Janet.

"Me, to?" said Cheryl. "I can feel that cum inside me and I want it to stay there."

"It's good for the pussy," Janet said. "Say, Amy, why'd you keep your pussy all bundled up tonight? All those guys had good stiff cocks, and they knew how to use them." She reached down and pulled up her jeans.

"Sore cunt," Amy answered, and while Janet and Cheryl fastened their clothing and brushed their long hair, she told them about her after school adventures with Ben and Willy and Brent.

"You're crazy," Janet said. "That runt?"

"I swear," Amy said. "It's at least a foot long and as big around as my arm. Christ, Janet, how can you not know? Ben's your very own brother!"

CHAPTER TWELVE

Willy and Ben sat on Ben's narrow bed, their backs resting against the cool plaster wall, the moonlight shining down on their bare legs stretched out before them. The night was cool, but the two guys were so hot that they didn't notice the temperature. They'd been sitting here naked for over two hours, talking quietly, fiddling with their cocks and nuts, watching the keyhole of the door directly in front of them – the locked door that had once opened freely into Janet's room at the time that Ben's room had still been a closet. As they talked, they gazed toward the door like sailors on a ship searching the darkness for a lighthouse beacon.

"I'm getting sleepy," Willy said. "What time do you think it is?" He yawned.

Ben yawned and stretched. "Two o'clock. Maybe three o'clock. Maybe she ain't coming home tonight."

"Shit!" Willy said. He pulled on his prick. "And I've been waiting all day to get a look at her tits. Mmmm, big ones!"

"Twice as big as Amy's," Ben bragged. He gripped the base of his cock in one hand and stroked the top side of it with the other as if he were petting the back of a huge snake. "And you should have seen her tits shake when Brian was fucking her from behind. She was on her hands and knees like a girl dog, and Brian was up on her ass like a boy dog, and he was really giving it to her. I could see his cock slipping in and out, and he slapped her ass and called her a bitch, and she went crazy, jerking all over the place. You should have seen it."

Willy wiggled his toes and pumped his pecker. His tight nuts churned. "Oh, jeez, you're gonna make me come! Man, I wish I'd been here last night to see that. Janet turns me on."

Ben cradled his cock in both hands and pumped it. "She turns me on, too," Ben said. "But so does Cheryl. At least you got to see Cheryl fucking Tim. She sat right down on his prick, huh?"

"Yeah," Willy said. Spit dripped from his chin. "Tim's prick was standing straight up like a big hot pole, and Cheryl got the end of it in her pussy and sat right down on it. You should have seen it, it disappeared right up inside her. She ate it up, sucked it right up her cunt, and Tim shot off before he could even fuck her."

"Oh, jeez," Ben said. "Oh, fucking wow!" He slumped down on the bed until his feet hit the floor and his ass nearly slid off the bed. He held his monstrous cock straight up in the air and pumped it with two hands. The moonlight made his smooth cock gleam.

Willy slid down beside Ben, jacking off his own cock to the same rhythm as Ben's cock-jerking. "We'll fuck 'em both," Willy muttered. "I'll fuck Janet, and then I'll fuck my own sister. And you'll fuck my sister, too. And then you'll fuck your own sister. Oh, wow! We'll fuck 'em, good, and we'll shoot 'em full of jizz!"

"Yeah," Ben said, increasing the tempo of his cock-jerking. "Shoot 'em full of jizz. Fuck the shit out of 'em. Shove our pricks right up their cunts. Oh, jeez!" The head of his cock gleamed like a shiny apple. His skinny belly heaved, the sharp-cut abdominal muscles rippling.

Willy's cockhead popped in and out of his hand. Though his cock was dwarfed compared to Ben's, it was still a man-sized cock, and growing out of his skinny loins, it appeared to be a monster in its own right. Pre-cum bubbled out of his pecker and rolled down over his stroking thumb.

Willy groaned. "Oh, jeez, Benjy, I'm gonna come!"

"Me, too," Ben muttered. "Cunt, pussy, tits, ass, oh, wow!"

"Jizz," Willy gasped. "Jizz up a cunt. Oh, oh, uh, uh, ohhhhhhh!" He raised up on toe tip. His skinny back arched. His ass lifted off the bed. His eyes swam. His pubescent pecker exploded. Jism shot out a foot in the air and splashed down on his quivering chest and belly like heavy, hot raindrops. "Ohhh, jeeeeez!"

Ben watched his buddy shoot off. Suddenly, his head jerked forward. His mouth gaped. His own prick spurted off before his eyes.

"Ohhhh, ahhhh, eeeeeh, fuck!" Ben whined. Hot cum shot out of his contracting dick in thick, milky streams, drenching his chest and belly. One stray spurt shot directly into his mouth and he swallowed it. When he finally stopped spurting, he collapsed backward, panting.

Willy lay beside him, panting just as heavily. "How did it feel?" Willy asked.

"Are you kidding?" Ben asked. "There ain't nothing feels better than creaming." He pulled a blanket over himself and Willy.

Willy leaned his head on Ben's shoulder. He yawned. "Except creaming up a cunt maybe," he said.

"Yeah," Ben said. "Except maybe fucking our sisters." He leaned his head against Willy's.

As the cum dried on their bellies, the two buddies fell asleep.

Janet pressed her big tits against Cheryl's. She humped her blond pussy against Cheryl's kinky black pussy. She pressed her lips to Cheryl's and drooled sweet saliva into Cheryl's mouth.

Cheryl swallowed her girlfriend's warm saliva. She relaxed back into the soft pillows, letting Janet lie on top of her and do whatever Janet desired. Sometimes Cheryl wished that Janet was a guy. Janet was such a beautiful lover. If Janet had a cock between her legs, she'd be even better. Cheryl wrapped her legs around Janet's ass and hugged Janet to herself.

"Mmmm, honey," Cheryl said. "You sure know how to make my clit squirm." She drew her fingernails down Janet's back.

Janet wiggled her ass, making her pussylips squish as they rubbed against Cheryl's. "Whatever I do, honey," Janet said, "I'd do because it makes my own clit squirm just as much."

The girls writhed against each other, trying to get as much flesh-to-flesh contact as they could. Their cunts were sopped with pussyjuice and jism. The cum still seeped out of their well-filled pussies, especially now that they'd pulled out their tampons.

"Those guys were sure hot tonight," Cheryl said.

"When aren't they hot?" Janet said. "I don't know a guy alive who's cock isn't ready for a fuck twenty-four hours a day. Christ, Cheryl, those cocks turn me on the way they stick up in the air and twitch."

"Mmmmm, me too. Just love those big hot cocks. Wish I had one for my very own."

"You've got one, honey. From what Amy says, your brother isn't any peanut anymore. And from what you told me about him jacking off at the breakfast table yesterday, you can see that he's hot and raring to go."

Cheryl stroked her bare heel up and down between Janet's asscheeks, then rotated it against the pucker. "Shit," Cheryl said, "I'd sure like to feel my brother's dick up my pussy, but I'm embarrassed. I've always treated him like my baby brother. Now that he's grown up, I just can't go crawling to him begging for a fuck. Shit, he'd probably say no just to tick me off. I'm not gonna be embarrassed by the smart-assed prick."

"Big prick, honey," Janet corrected her. "You think you got it rough, what about me? I've hardly ever even talked to Ben. He's always been such a bashful baby. Shit, most of the time I don't even realize he's alive. The last time I saw his prick it was so small I laughed at it. I know he still remembers. You can't insult a guy's prick and get away with it. To a guy, his prick is everything. All guys care about are their pricks."

"And Ben's got a really big one, to hear Amy tell it," Cheryl said.

"I think she exaggerated," Janet said. "You know how dippy freshman cunts are. I don't think it's any bigger than Mike's or Brian's or Tim's, but still, that's a good size – big and hot. And I bet he puts out a sweet load. Shit, I'd like to at least get a look at his prick, to see how it's changed."

"But how?" Cheryl asked. "You're no more ready to… go begging to your prick brother than I am…"

"Big-prick brother," Janet corrected her again. "We'll think of something, honey. We always do." She smacked her lips. "Christ, I'm hot. I don't care how many dicks I've fucked tonight, the thought of Ben's prick is driving me crazy. I don't doubt that it's grown. But not a toot?" She looked at Cheryl for reassurance, that Amy had been exaggerating.

"Couldn't be that long," Cheryl said. "But then, he does wear those baggy pants, so who would know?"

"Who would know?" Janet repeated Cheryl's words dreamily.

"But we'll find out," Cheryl said, repeating Janet's statement of a few moments ago as if trying to bolster it.

"Do you suppose a guy's cock feels like a girl's clit?" Janet asked, staring thoughtfully past Cheryl at the pillow.

"Probably," Cheryl said. "A clit is like a tiny cock."

"Then maybe a cock feels even better because it's bigger," Janet said, squeezing Cheryl tightly and writhing, humping her hot cunt at Cheryl's. "Christ, and Ben's must really feel good then, because it's so big. Jesus, a foot long!"

"A foot long!" Cheryl muttered as if verifying the fact.

"Let's come," Janet said.

"Mmmm, yes, let's come," Cheryl answered.

Both girls closed their eyes and humped at each other, each girl trying to visualize a foot-long cock in her mind, each trying to imagine the feel of it fucking her juicy cunt. Their big tits churned against each other. Cheryl kicked at Janet's ass as if Janet were a stud humping her – a stud with a twelve-inch cock. The horny girls sucked at each other's hot mouths. Tongues slipped down throats. Hard clits squirmed between hot, squishing pussylips.

"I'm cumming!" Janet gasped.

"Ohhh, me too!" Cheryl whimpered.

The coupled teenagers whined together. Hot adolescent orgasms spiraled through their heaving loins. Pussyjuice mixed with jism gushed from their cunts. They squeezed each other and tingled all over – two hot spasming pussies.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The river trail to Moonstone Falls was sandy with the fine white river sand left behind by the river centuries ago when it flowed wider and higher. An Indian-summer sun warmed the sand, and a cool breeze ran up the river, kicking up spray where the water tumbled over rocks. The sky was a perfect deep blue, matching the color of Janet's and Ben's eyes, and the trees shed their red and yellow and orange leaves like huge snowflakes. The year was aging fast. This would likely be the last warm Saturday in the year of Ben's and Willy's and Janet's and Cheryl's reigns as seniors.

"My birthday's next Wednesday," Willy said.

"And you're mature for your age," Cheryl said quickly. And today was the first day in her life that she didn't want to offend Willy. She had to watch herself. Taunting her brother had become a habit as natural as breathing. But today she had to control herself. Today she had to make peace with her brother. Today she was going to have a taste of his cock!

"Ben's pretty mature, too," Janet said, casting a quick glance over her shoulder at her brother. Then she winked.

Ben flushed and looked down at the glittery white sand. His brown toes dug in as he walked. He was the last in line. In front of him hiked Willy, then Cheryl, then Janet in the lead. Ben thought he was seeing things. Had Janet actually winked at him?

"How much farther?" Willy asked.

"Getting tired?" Cheryl asked him.

"No!" Willy snapped. "I just wanted to know how much farther."

Touchy prick – or rather, big prick – Cheryl thought. "Well, I am," she said, trying to assuage her brother's overly sensitive male ego. "You guys, can't we rest awhile?"

"Yes, let's rest," said Janet. "That is, unless the men would rather keep moving." She winked at Ben as she said "men".

"If you guys are tired, we'll rest," said Willy. "I ain't tired, but I don't mind waiting."

Ben said not a word, and the four teenagers sprawled out onto the sand. Willy and Ben slipped out of their knapsacks. Ben took a swig out of his canteen, then offered it to Willy who gurgled down a long drink of the water while holding his breath. Willy wiped his mouth with his forearm, then handed the canteen to the girls who sipped from the beat-up old metal army canteen while they made sighing female sounds of relief.

"We've been gone an hour," said Cheryl, looking at her watch. "We should get to the falls in another half hour."

"Thank God!" said Janet. "I'm beat. If we didn't have these men along to carry the food and blankets, I don't think we'd make it, do you, Cheryl?"

"No way," Cheryl answered. "Girls just don't have muscles like men." She glanced at Willy as she said the last words of her sentence.

Willy rolled his eyes and frowned, but his chest puffed slightly, and the muscles of his arms contracted.

Ben stared at the rushing river, but his chest puffed also. Both guys were naked except for faded jeans. Their bare torsos were brown with the last of their summer tans.

"Make a muscle, you guys," Janet said. "Let's see how big those arms are."

Ben and Willy looked at each other and shrugged. Ben blushed like the maple leaves falling from the tree in back of him. Willy rose to his feet and dragged up Ben with him. The guys lifted their arms like physique contestants and flexed their biceps. Their firm egg-shaped muscles quivered under their skins as each guy tried to make his muscles appear as large as possible. "Mmmmm!" sounded the girls appreciatively.

"Strong!" said Cheryl, rising to her feet to feel Willy's biceps.

Janet jumped up beside Cheryl and ran her hands over Ben's hard biceps. "Beautiful!" she said. Then she trailed her fingertips down over his square chest and flat belly. She leaned forward and kissed him on the navel, then stood up quickly. "We'd better be going, Cheryl."

"Right," Cheryl answered, giving Willy's nipples a soft pinch. "We've gotta get to the falls before we can have any fun." She turned away to follow Janet.

Willy and Ben stared at each other with their mouths gaping. Both guys trembled. Willy's cock stood straight out, making a tent in his pants. Ben's cock strained at the denim of his jeans, sticking halfway down his left leg. His supertight pants squeezed his narrow hips even narrower, and his monstrous cock appeared even more monstrous.

Oh, Jesus Christ! thought Janet. Amy was right. Ben's got a foot-long cock if there ever was one. Christ, the biggest cock in town right under my nose, and I've been missing out on it! Oh, jeez, but no more! No more! She suddenly realized she was nearly running down the trail toward the falls, and she forced herself to slow down. The crotch of her jeans was sopping wet. She tingled all over. She'd never been so excited.

Cheryl trotted along behind Janet in a daze. She focused her eyes on Janet's round churning ass, but she really didn't see it. She was too worked up. She could almost feel Willy's hot panting breath on her neck. There was something about touching her brother for the first time that had excited her like nothing else had ever excited her. He was a hot prick, her own hot prick!

Willy and Ben stumbled along behind their sisters like puppies on a scent. Their nostrils flared. Their saliva flowed. Their pricks throbbed, ramrod stiff. At last they were certain they were going to get their sisters, more certain than they'd ever been of anything. When they'd agreed to carry their sisters' knapsacks down to Moonstone Falls for a picnic, they'd both imagined making moves on their sisters, imagined feeling them up and even fucking them, but neither guy had really thought it would happen. Each guy had viewed his fantasy as just that, a wonderful daydream, not as something that would actually come to pass. But now, having felt the hot touch of their sisters, they knew it was going to happen – positively knew it! Their only worry was that they'd faint before they got to the falls.

Moonstone Falls was buried deep in the woods. It was, perhaps, the most remote area on the river. Miles from the nearest town, its only access was the sandy footpath along the river that the four sets of hot bare feet now padded. Huge old pines grew near the rocky ledges that formed the upper part of the falls, and over the decades they had built up a spongy needle bed below themselves. When the sun warmed the soft needle bed, the sheltered air under the pines turned a coppery-gold. The sighing wind in the pine-tops, the roaring of the falls, the fluttering of many-colored leaves through the breeze like a million butterflies, all made this Indian-summer day sparkle like a day in paradise. When the four love-crazy teens arrived on this scene, they couldn't help but pause silently for a few moments to absorb it, and to let it absorb them.

The area around the falls was deserted. People rarely came here, especially this late in the year.

Few people were willing to trek for two hours to visit a primitive waterfall. The feeling of being alone and totally free made the four teens whoop, and before Ben and Willy realized what was happening, Janet and Cheryl had torn off every last stitch of clothing and were running like two beautiful water-nymphs into the shallow water above the falls. Ben and Willy stared after their sisters, watching tits bounce and asses wiggle, and the guys' cocks jumped in their pants and oozed pre-cum.

"Holy shit!" said Willy to Ben, "I'm gonna come in my pants." He unsnapped his jeans and unzipped his fly. His big cock sprang out and twitched in the sunlight.

"Me too." Ben gasped, never for a moment taking his eyes off his naked romping sister. He tore his tight jeans open, then slowly peeled thorn down, bending forward as he slipped them over his feet. Like Willy, he wore no underwear. As he stood upright his big cock stood out of his loins like a monstrous club. Piss slit gaping, a clear pearl of pre-cum balancing on its tip, the big prick throbbed menacingly.

The moment Ben's cock sprang out, Janet and Cheryl stopped their romping in the river and stared at it.

"Oh, Jesus!" said Janet. Her heart hammered. Her tits heaved. Hot pussyjuice gushed down the insides of her legs.

Cheryl flushed from head to toe, gazing first at her brother, then at Ben's huge, cock. "Oh, Janet," she gasped, "I don't believe it!" As hot cuntjuice shot out of her pussy, she squeezed her legs together hard. Her clit squirmed. She felt the warm tingling sensations beginning in the pit of her asshole and cunt.

"Oh, Jesus, Janet," Cheryl whispered, "I'm coming!" Standing there before her brother and his buddy, the cool river-water caressing her legs up to her knees, Cheryl writhed with orgasm. Her eyes glazed over, and she shimmied like a dancing maenad, uncontrolled whimpers coming from her throat.

Ben and Willy stared at her with wide eyes. They'd never before seen a girl look so sexy: brown eyes swimming, sun-shined black hair swaying in the breeze, nipples standing out like rubies, thighs shimmying, ass gyrating. Cheryl moved like she was getting screwed. But nobody was screwing her, except maybe the wind or a phantom cock.

"Is she all right?" Willy asked Janet, his face tight with sudden brotherly concern.

"She couldn't be better," Janet muttered, wondering whether she herself would be spasming any second. Janet had never felt so hot in her life. She looked away from Cheryl and back at Ben. Suddenly she was churning through the sun-filled water toward the golden bed of pine-needles.

"Oh, Ben," Janet groaned. "Oh, Ben, fuck me! Please fuck me!" She threw her arms around her brother and kissed him. Ben's big cock squirmed between their bellies. It pointed upward, the hot cockhead reaching nearly to her tits.

"Oh, jeez." Ben moaned. "Oh, Christ, I don't believe it!" His loins humped spontaneously, beyond his control. Hot pre-cum gushed out of his cock, making the big prick squirm slickly between their bellies.

Janet pulled away. She yanked her soft pink blanket out of her knapsack and spread it out over the coppery needle-bed. Warm sunshine wafted across it. She threw herself, belly up, across the blanket and instantly kicked her long legs up in the air, spreading them until her pink pussy opened and glistened in the sunlight. A river of clear, sweet pussyjuice ran down over her pink asshole. She dug her fingers into the fat slabs of her pussylips and spread them so wide that the sunlight revealed the pink flesh several inches up inside her hot hole. All the while, she gazed at Ben's monstrous cock as it flicked off shiny, spittle like strings of pre-cum in the sunlight.

"Oh, Ben," Janet pleaded, "fuck me now! Shove your beautiful prick inside me and fuck me good! Please, Ben, fuck me now!"

Ben stumbled toward his sister snorting like a bull. His pecker quivered and jerked. He fell between her legs, his loins humping, his cock stabbing blindly at her meaty, upturned asscheeks.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Ben muttered. "I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck! Cunt!" His eyes were glazed over. He moved zombie-like, out of his mind.

Janet managed to control herself enough to get hold of Ben's slick cock. As the frenzied guy bucked, she managed to guide his glowing prickhead against her hot wet cuntflesh. The moment their flesh touched, Ben's body shuddered from head to toe. With a savage cry, he rammed his cock up his sister's cunt. His plump balls banged against her ass.

"Ohhhh, Bennnn!" Janet wailed. She gouged his writhing back with her fingernails. Never had she felt anything like Ben's cock inside her. It fucked her deeper than she'd ever been fucked. It's hot head glowed in the depths of her belly. She wrapped her legs around his humping ass and dug her heels into his asscheeks. She sucked at his mouth. She wanted all of him inside her. She wanted to devour him.

Ben let go completely for the first time in his life. He let all his weight fall upon his naked sister. He crushed his mouth against hers. He grabbed up handfuls of her hot assflesh and wrenched it as he fucked. His loins heaved. His ass wiggled. His huge cock plunged in and put of Janet's seething cunt. He fucked hard, wanting to make his cock come out her mouth.

He ground his teeth. He grunted and cooed and gibbered out of his mind. Every inch of his body tingled. Warm sunshine nibbled up and down his asscrack. Cool wind rushed over the rivulets of sweat trickling down his spine. He dug his toes into the sponginess under his feet and drove hard at his sister, fucking her with all the intensity of a hot teen who's been frustrated for too long. The waterfall roared in his ears. The cum erupted from his nuts.

"Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Oooooh! Noooo!" Ben whined. "I'm coming! Oh, Jesus!" His cum spurted. Luscious sensations snaked up and down through his long, pulsating cock. His nuts bloated and contracted. Even his asshole throbbed and tingled as if a cock was fucking him from behind.

Janet heaved underneath her brother as if she were trying to buck him off. Her body was out of her control, responding reflexively to the hot sensations engendered inside her by her fucking, spurting brother. If she could have stayed like this forever, with Ben's monstrous cock spurting off inside her, her cunt on fire as it had never been before, the beginnings of her own orgasm chewing at her pussy flesh, she would gladly have done so.

"Ohh, Ben, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!" Janet wailed. "Oh, yes, shoot it! Shoot that hot cream! Mmmmm! Ohhhh!"

Janet clinched Ben against her, nearly crushing his tender ribs. She let out a long, animal-like wail. Her pussy orgasmed, nearly vacuuming Ben's nuts out of their sac. As her cunt churned inside, Ben's plunging cock hurled streams of hot cum into her spasming, inflamed pussy. Janet was in heaven. If only she could die like this!

While Janet and Ben orgasmed together, Willy was mounting his sister Cheryl. Cheryl had brought along her own blanket, and while Ben and Janet screwed, she spread it out next to theirs, watching in disbelief as Ben's unbelievable cock knifed in and out of Janet. As soon as the blanket was spread out, Willy was upon her.

He fell on her from behind, knocking her ass onto the blanket, his hot cock jerking between her asscheeks immediately. The teen's cock may have been three inches shorter than his buddy's, but what Willy lacked in cock size, he made up for in aggressiveness. He was a virgin, but he handled his sister like a paid stud.

"I'm gonna fuck you," he muttered between clenched teeth. "Oh, Jesus, am I gonna fuck you!" He buried his face into her silky black hair, then chewed right through the hair into her shoulder, panting and drooling like a rapist.

Cheryl winced as her brother's sharp teeth sank into her hot flesh, but her body shivered with excitement. She'd never been taken so forcefully, and the fact that her own brother was doing the taking made it that much more exciting. His stiff cock felt like a hot poker between her asscheeks, and she put up a mock resistance as the horny youth tried to spread her legs. But Willy was strong, much stronger than she'd ever imagined, and within seconds she found her legs spread wide, Willy's wiry body writhing between them.

Willy groaned as his hot prick slid up and down between his sister's juicy asscrack. He'd never felt anything so good, and, if he didn't get inside her soon, he'd be shooting off against her ass. He raised his ass, pushed his cock downward, and tried to shove it up her cunt. The slick prickhead slid up her asscrack and lodged in her slightly open pucker. The moment Willy felt the hot, moist pucker suck at his cock, he humped down hard. His hot stiff prick slid right up his sister's juicy asshole. Willy wanted to die. He shot off instantly.

"Oh, shit," he gasped, "I'm coming! Ohhhh! Eeeeeh! Ahhhh!" His skinny rump twitched and jerked like a billy goat's. His lithe body writhed atop the meaty, hot female body of his sister. His jism jetted up his sister's asshole like hot water out of a sun-warmed hose. Though he'd shot off immediately, he didn't care. This felt too good. He was really fucking now, shooting his jism right up inside a girl. Nothing in the world was as good as this!

Cheryl couldn't believe she was being ass-fucked by her own brother. She couldn't believe her brother was such a hot stud. She worked her asshole vigorously around Willy's spurting cock. She wanted to let him know she was a hot bitch who knew how to satisfy a stud with any of her horny holes. She craned her neck to kiss his flushed, heated face as he pumped his jism into her. The teen's eyes were glazed with ecstasy. Just to look at it was enough to set off her loins.

"Fuck me, Willy?" she cried out. "Oh, yes, fuck me full of jism! Fill me up! Oooooh? Mmmmm!" She contracted all the muscles of her loins and spasmed, whining out her ecstasy as Willy rode her ass and cooed. Her orgasm caused Willy to send a few extra spurts of hot jism up her asshole.

The hot brothers and sisters sat in a circle of flesh on the soft sand of the river bottom. The rippling surface of the clear water caressed their nipples. The sun-filled autumnal breeze played with their long hair – gold and black and brown. They pressed against each other, playing with each other's naked bodies, kissing each other at random. Fingers and toes wiggled up inside hot assholes and cunts. Sweet saliva slid down each other's throats. Hot cocks throbbed under the water, soft hands sliding the skin up and down the cockshafts. Pussies and cocks felt good. Nipples and toes tingled.

Water rushed over the sun-glinting ledges of the falls. The air dripped with the scents of pine and river mist and hot teenagers. As the afternoon wore on, Ben's big cock fucked two hot cunts, two hot assholes, two hot mouths. Willy, too, fucked both Janet and his sister in all three of their sex-holes. Jism spurted from their cocks again and again and again, the teens' hot nuts brewing fresh jism as fast as the teens could shoot it.

Janet and Cheryl, the two most experienced nymphos in town, enjoyed the hottest, most pleasure-filled afternoon of their lives. Never again would they ignore pubescent cocks!

As evening approached, the four naked teenagers wrapped up together under a singe blanket for one last fucking session before they trudged home from their magic afternoon. The day was getting overcast. Overhead, dark, wintry looking clouds were creeping across the sky. When the teens spotted the clouds, they all shivered – but only for a moment. For, even as they shivered, they all realized together they would enjoy a warm winter, a hot winter, the winter of their lives!

Content

Frank Brown
Incest teenagers

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN