Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Sooner or later he was going to have to find some release for his boiling lust. Right now, though, he was content to feel the muscles of his groin knotting and his cock threatening to explode and just watch his sister and his girl friend making love to each other.

Now their positions were changing slowly. Cynthia was lowering her sweet, slender face, opening her lips and letting them close around one of Judy's budding erect nipples. The blonde girl's golden hair trailed gracefully over Judy's tanned skin. Judy was lying on her back, her curvy tan body writhing sensuously, her dark hair fanning out on the mattress, her head rolling mindlessly from side to side. Her face was twisted with passion, her mouth hanging open slackly. She was gripping Cynthia's golden head, combing and twisting her fingers through the girl's blonde tresses. Judy was arching her back, driving her full, firm breast into Cynthia's working, suckling mouth even while she was pulling Cynthia's head down against her boob.

Raising her head, Cynthia left Judy's left breast gleaming with saliva and shifted her attention to Judy's right mound. Spearing her tongue out, Cynthia swept it in a tight circle around Judy's nipple, then battered it across the stiff rubbery bud.

Then Cynthia shifted, leaving those tortured globes of flesh. Licking happily at Judy's writhing torso, Cynthia worked her way lower. She left a gleaming, chill trail of drying spit, straight down Judy's arching, writhing body.

Judy's stomach muscles convulsed at the touch of Cynthia's tongue on the sleek expanse of her bare skin. The wind gusted from her in a word less huff of lust when a tongue speared into the hollow of her navel.

Then Cynthia was driving lower, and turning her own body, bringing her hips up toward Judy's head. Pressing her face into Judy's crotch, Cynthia lifted one of her own legs over Judy's face and straddled the dark-haired girl as she lay on her back. Boring her tongue deep into Judy's slick, streaming pussy, Cynthia lowered her crotch on Judy's face.

Judy was ablaze with lust, her hips writhing and jerking at the invasion of her channel by Cynthia's probing tongue. Judy stared up at Cynthia's pussy, feasting her eyes on the blonde's sparse, reddish curls and pouting labia. Protruding from the slit were Cynthia's swollen and ex cited red inner lips, a ready target for Judy's mouth and tongue.

Cynthia's pussy came down on Judy's face and the younger girl's head was full of the smell of sex. Judy drove her tongue deep into Cynthia's recesses. At the same time, Judy wrapped her arms around Cynthia's hips and gripped the girl's firm ass, and pulled her down even harder.

Digging her heels into the mattress, Judy lifted her pelvis and rammed it up against Cynthia's working, devouring mouth.

Mike lurched up from the chair where he had been sitting. Without taking his eyes off the two girls, he began stripping off his clothes. His cock was a knot of agony from being restricted by the tight pants. When he got his pants open and off, his prick whipped free, sending a gleaming drop of wetness arching through the air.

Mike stalked the room tensely, his hands working as he watched and watched and watched the girls twisting together, head to crotch on the mattress. Cynthia's firm, rounded buttocks were clenching and quivering as Judy clutched them. Cynthia's small breasts were pressed flat against Judy's rounded belly and the lithe blonde was hugging herself tightly to Judy.

Judy's hips were surging upward against Cynthia's face, her heels were digging into the mat tress. Judy's whole body was writhing against Cynthia's slender form in a mindless twisting of lesbian lust.

And then both girls began to cum, their bodies knotted and they strained against each other, their hands digging and pulling at each other's straining, tensed flesh. Faces ground deep into pussies, jaws worked hungrily against pulpy wet folds of tissue, tongues pried deep into streaming holes. For an aching eternity the girls strained against each other, then both sagged limp simultaneously.

Cynthia rolled off Judy and sprawled bonelessly on her back, her knees bent, her thighs wide open as she fought to catch her breath. Her face was wet and sticky with spit and Judy's cum.

Judy lay on her back, her chest heaving as she panted wearily. Her breasts felt bruised and abused, her nipples swollen and sore from excitement. She could feel cum and saliva drying on her pussy and the insides of her thighs. Her cheeks and chin were icy from Cynthia's juices and her own saliva.

Mike advanced on the two naked, gasping women. His hands clenched mindlessly as he feasted his eyes on their naked beauty. The two spent sensuous forms were a study in contrasts: Judy was curvy where Cynthia was slender, Judy had a dark, deep tan, while Cynthia's was a light, golden shade, Judy had dark curly hair and Cynthia had straight blonde tresses.

And neither girl was doing anything to conceal any part of their bodies.

Both had their legs open, their crotches totally exposed. Four uncovered breasts with taut excited nipples pointed ceiling-ward. It appeared as if both of them were making total, uninhibited offerings of their lush, naked bodies to him.

Mike's gaze flickered hungrily from the blonde pussy of Cynthia to Judy's dark, curly one. It was like being presented with an unbelievable feast.

But Mike knew he dared not take his sister. Not right here and now in front of Cynthia. Fortunately, it didn't make much difference to him at this point. Mike had the feeling he could screw a hole in a block of wood, his cock was so hard and ready. He lowered himself, and knelt between Cynthia's open legs. Leaning forward, he lay down between her gaping thighs. He aimed his cock into the streaming, ready hole of her vagina and drilled it deep into her hot, slick, clinging depths.

Wrapping her arms around him, Cynthia welcomed his thrust. She thrilled to the feeling of having her vagina stuffed full of hot, hard, heavy, sturdy male cock. She relished the feel of Mike's heavy bulk squashing her flat on the mattress. Her jealousy and suspicions evaporated into thin air with the feel of her boyfriend's prick jamming her full.

Judy had felt the mattress shift when Mike had settled on it, and had known what was going to happen. She felt a twinge of jealousy that her brother was going to fuck Cynthia instead of her, but knew it had to be that way. Turning her head, she watched, peeking under Cynthia's raised knee. From her angle, head toward Cynthia's feet, she could see Mike's shining white cock vanish into Cynthia's red rimmed vagina. Judy had a closeup view of the way Cynthia's hairy labia gripped Mike's cock as he powered it into the blonde's ready tunnel. A smear of thick fluids oozed down Cynthia's ass from her plumbed hole.

Mike drew back, his rock-hard cock sliding into view, shining with liquid. He drew back until the groove under the glans came into view at the opening of Cynthia's vagina, then rammed his powerful prick deep in the blonde girl's guts again. His balls swung heavily up and slapped against her quivering bottom. He began to pump rhythmicly, sliding his gleaming white lance out of the hot clinging, sheath, then driving it back in.

Judy's body quivered emphatically at the sight of Mike screwing Cynthia so deeply with his turgid phallus. Judy's vagina convulsed on emptiness, searching forlornly for a cock to grip.

Mike was digging his fingers under Cynthia's ass, lifting her hips and driving his fingers into the crack between the cheeks. Judy could see him searching blindly with his fingers for something. He poked and prodded along the depths of the crack between Cynthia's buttocks until one finger hit the wrinkled, puckered bud of her asshole. Slowly, he drove his finger into that tight opening, prying his finger into her rectum.