Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Judy suddenly remembered Mike's warning about aggravating Paul, Cynthia or Harry. If Paul skipped out on them the whole conspiracy would come unraveled. Quickly, desperate to ease Paul's anger, she stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed the length of her warm body against him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just scared," she said softly.

Paul resisted a moment, then his arms were around her, stroking her back through the rain coat. "Aw, that's all right," he assured her. "I understand. Come on, I can't leave anyway until after the squad car goes by."

Judy let him guide her over to the mattress and help her out of the raincoat. She lay down and watched while he stripped. Her eyes swept the length of his body. Shorter and stockier than Mike, Paul's muscles bulged more. He was hairier than her brother, too, she noted. Paul's cock was thicker than Mike's, but probably not as long. But, it was a good cock, Judy knew from experience.

She made room for him on the mattress beside her. As he fondled her soft breasts with his strong hands, she reached tip and stroked her fingers through his hair. There was a thin scratch just below his hairline, which had been concealed by his shaggy blond locks. "Where'd you get that?" she asked tenderly.

Paul snorted. "Your darling brother didn't pull his punch at all."

Judy winced. "Did it hurt?"

"Of course it hurt. He really knocked me cockeyed!"

"Let me kiss it," Judy said, pulling Paul's head down. His hair tickled her naked skin as she tenderly kissed the lump and the scab. Then she hugged his head to her as he lowered his lips to her breast and nibbled on her tautly erect nipple. So it wasn't her brother, so what? She had to keep Paul content until the ransom was paid, and Paul wasn't a bad lover.

Fire surged through Judy as the youth suckled first on one breast, then the other. She sucked in her stomach as he stroked his hand blindly down to her crotch and sank his fingers into her pussy. A wash of juices wet his fingers as desire awoke in Judy's body.

In her mind she was holding ferociously to a vision of her brother as Paul explored the hot, wet folds of her pussy. Spreading her sleek thighs to Paul's intimate exploration of her recesses, she remembered how Mike had plumbed her with his hand and then his cock.

Reaching downward, Judy found Paul's cock and wrapped her hand around the hard, hot tower of flesh. She squeezed and massaged the heavy organ, still imagining it was her brother, and not Paul, she was with. But it was becoming less important who she was with. Paul was tormenting her clitoris as he probed the depths of her streaming vagina with his fingers. His whole hand was stirring around in the wet juicy crater of her pussy. He was smearing her thick waves of fluids into the already tangled and twisted coils of her pubic hair. Fresh juices were joining the dried remnants of her coupling with her brother the day before.

Judy's excitement was growing rapidly as Paul stimulated her. The feeling of his fingers mashing and stirring her crotch was setting her entire body ablaze with lust. Writhing on her back on the mattress, Judy scratched at her boyfriend's strong back and pumped the brutal hard bludgeon of his prick in her fist.

All Paul's doubts about Judy were gone. The feel of her hot sticky tissues under his hand was enough to blot out all the worries he had had. Judy's warm, tender breast, with its hard, excited nipple, in his mouth eased the concern her earlier attitude had triggered. She was as hot and exciting and wet and juicy and stimulating and responsive as she had ever been. Her vagina was clinging to his fingers, coating them with hot liquid. Knowing it drove her insane, he bore down on the button of her clit with his thumb, grinding and rolling that nerve-filled little bundle of sensitivity.

Judy's body thrashed with excitement under Paul's stimulating hand.

Releasing his cock, she found and fondled the heavy masses of his balls with their load of sperm. She reached back behind their sac to press and tickle the very foundations of his cock, then the insides of his thighs.

Her pussy was flooding; ready for his prick and she worked to raise him to the same fever pitch.

With a soft groan, Paul lifted his head from Judy's breast and moved his body over hers. Covering her with his heavy bulk, he started to aim his cock into her pussy.

"No," she panted, "let me do it this time. Let me put it in myself." She shoved him over onto his back.

She straddled him, poising her crotch over his jutting tower of masculinity. Licking her lips with excitement, she smiled down at him.

She gripped the base of his powerful prick, tilting it to a vertical position, aiming it into the wet, red opening of her vagina. She lowered herself on it, shifting her hips slightly when it hit slightly off center. Then, with the head of Paul's prick just nestled in the entrance to her vagina, she paused. She could feel it, just the tip of it, wedging open her hole slightly.

Paul's body was rigid with excitement. Having Judy's hot, slick folds embracing just the head of his prick was like having it dipped in fire.

He could admire the full, beautiful, graceful sweep of Judy's torso, her rounded, firm breasts with their excited pink conical caps. He could study the way her ribs heaved with excitement.

Best of all, below her hairy crotch, he could see the erect pillar of his cock. The point of his pale column was hidden by the stringy wet curls of hair and the spread lips of her pussy. Linking his hands behind his neck, Paul held his head up so he could keep on watching that fascinating sight. He watched his sturdy prick slowly vanish into Judy's tender body as she lowered herself on it.

Judy tormented herself deliberately. She lowered herself slowly onto Paul's bulky cock. She felt her vagina being powered open and filled by that hot tower of meat. She felt her flesh sliding against Paul's as she spitted herself on his massive cylinder.

"Aaaaahhhhhh," she sighed as she took the entire length of his phallus into her vagina. She settled down on him, his complete bulk buried in her guts, stretching her vagina wide open with its mass. His pubic hair scratched against her tender labia as she ground her crotch down on him.

When she finally got used to that sensation, she lay forward on him and began to move. She bounced so that his ready prick slid in and out of her clinging vagina. At the same time, she rocked her hips so the angle of his insertion varied from one thrust to the next. She made sure that every centimeter of the walls of her vagina felt the searing stimulating cock pressing and sliding in and out of it. She wriggled and writhed, feeling the head of his prick batter and flail her guts.

Paul lay there. He didn't have to move. All he needed to do was lie there and concentrate on the marvelous sensations Judy was creating. The feel of her lithe, sleek, smooth, warm body against his made his senses flame. He could feel the hard knots of her erect tits grinding into his chest. He could even feel her stomach muscles writhing against his hairy belly as she worked her pelvis. Best of all was the feel of her hot flesh sliding and slapping against him as her hips went into overdrive.

The feel of her slick tissues whipping past the head and shaft of his prick was lifting him higher and higher, closer and closer to the peak.

He began to move his own hips to emphasize the motion of his cock in her body to in crease the speed and violence of the pistoning until her flesh seared past his.

Judy was lifting toward her own cumming. Her orgasm was drawing closer and closer, her body knotting as the flames surged upward.

"I'm cumming," she panted. "Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cum-cum-cum-cum-cumm-cummmm-cummmmminnggggg." Every muscle in her beautiful body knotted as fire lashed through her and her vagina spasmed around the cock in it.