Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

A new, thick, heavy gummy wave of fluid streamed from her and oozed down over his hand where it was sunk in her just under her pussy. His copious cum had filled her and was seeping out around his prick to trickle down over his hand.

Exhausted, Paul lay totally limp on top of Judy, his fingers still engulfed by her rectum, his cock by her vagina. His nose was filled with the thick aroma of sex.

"Wow!" Judy sighed at last.

"Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh," Paul groaned, extracting his invading fingers from her ass. His fingers felt greasy and dirty. "Christ! That was amazing!"

"Wonderful," Judy agreed, making no effort to move. She was savoring the delectable ache in her ass.

"Uh-I gotta go wash my hand," Paul mumbled. He stood up, his limp prick trailing a gooey strand of cum across Judy's thigh. Holding his soiled hand gingerly away from everything, he went to the bathroom to wash up.

In a few minutes he was back, flapping his hands dry because there wasn't any towel. Judy was still lying on her back, her legs bent and spread wide, her arms at her sides. There was a vague pink flush on her belly, which was fading very slowly. The inflamed inner folds of her pussy showed in the center of her dark bush like a glowing eye.

"You're going to have to pull yourself together," Paul informed her, unpacking the tape recorder and picking up the newspaper from where he had dropped it.

Judy rolled her head on the mattress. "What's up?"

"Well, first of all," Paul began, "the Old Bastard wants proof you're still alive."

"As if he cared," Judy snorted.

"Yeah, well, he doesn't want to waste his money, I guess. Anyhow, we have to make another recording-you reading today's newspaper head lines."

"Oh, goody!" Judy snorted sarcastically. She started to roll over.

"Stay there," Paul suggested, bringing the recorder and newspaper over.

"I'll handle the recorder, you just read the headlines, okay?"

"Okay," Judy agreed, taking the paper. She looked at the day-old date curiously, amazed to find she had been "kidnapped" only six days before.

"Okay," Paul instructed, "count to five to yourself and then start reading." He punched the "record" button.

Judy counted, then opened her mouth. The first word wheezed abruptly out of her mouth. Paul had stuffed one hand into her streaming pussy. As he tickled and tormented her clitoris and vagina, she read the headlines.

Her voice was shaking with lust. She wasn't getting really hot this time, but the stimulation did make her breath shudder through her vocal cords. Finally, Paul cut her off with a wave of his hand, then shut off the recorder.

Judy sighed, and dropped the newspaper.

"Whew! Why do you have to do that to me?" she asked breathlessly. Her stomach was aching with the beginning twinges of sexual excitement.

Paul rewound the tape, listened to the first sentence, then closed the recorder up again. "We have to make it sound real, don't we?"

"Yeah," Judy agreed. "But gee whiz, you get me worked up and then run off and leave me here to stew."

Paul chuckled. "If you hadn't attacked me, I might have something for you now, instead of being all used up."

"I could get you up again," Judy argued, rolling to her knees.

"Yeah," Paul agreed, "but there isn't time. I have to get this tape on its way. Besides, you're leaving here this afternoon."

"Huh?"

"We have to move you. Mike thinks the cops are in on the action now,"

Paul explained. "He's afraid they might have found out about this place."

"How?" Judy was overjoyed at the prospect of leaving her miserable hideout.

Paul shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is, Harry will be here soon to get you. Have everything ready to go and wait in the lobby so you can make a quick dash for it. Okay?"

"Okay!" Judy agreed happily, getting to her feet and reaching for the raincoat. She slipped it on over her bare skin. A flood of cum streamed from her vagina down the insides of her thighs.

"I'm ready," she announced.

"Yeah, well, just wait downstairs for Harry then, okay?" Paul said. He looked at his watch. "He should be along in about five minutes. Wait till I get out the front door, then come on down. He'll pull up right in front of the building so all you'll have to do is make a quick dash across the sidewalk. We've got the police patrols timed so they won't see you."

"Right," Judy agreed, hovering by the door of the apartment.

Paul gave her a wet kiss and patted one of her breasts through the raincoat. "See you."

Judy waited anxiously for the sound of the ground floor door closing.

She had all she needed on her back. She felt no qualms about leaving the hideout. She was looking forward to having a glimpse of sky and sunshine, however brief it might be.

She made her way down the creaking stairway, the dirt on the treads feeling gritty and greasy under her bare feet. She felt cum drying coldly on the insides of her thighs as stray currents of air found their way up under the raincoat.

She was waiting tensely by the door, peering through a crack when a sudden hiss from behind her made her jump.

"Hey, this way, Judy," Harry Anderson called sharply. The tall, skinny, red-haired youth was beckoning frantically from the end of the dark hall.

Judy squeaked with fright and hurried toward him. "How'd you get there?"

"Back door," Harry answered, taking her arm and pulling her along.

"There are cops all over the place today."

Judy shivered, suddenly afraid. "What about Paul?"

"He's okay. Here, wait till I get this thing started, then climb on."

Harry settled himself astride a lightweight motorcycle.

"I thought you were coming in a car?" Judy remarked.

"Couldn't. So I got this from a dealer for a trial spin." He hit the starter and the motor coughed to life.

Quickly, Judy flung one leg over the seat, feeling a shock of cold air strike deep into the heart of her bare pussy as she did. The leather seat felt icy cold against her bare buttocks and moist crotch. She did her best to tuck the raincoat around her legs and conceal her nudity, but still felt uncomfortably exposed as she straddled the cycle.

"Hang on," Harry called over his shoulder.

Judy wrapped her arms around him and clenched her knees as close together as she could. Her bare legs were exposed almost all the way up her thighs. When they roared off down the narrow alley behind the buildings, cold air blasted Judy's crotch. She clung to Harry, wriggling up as tightly against his back as she could. She was exquisitely aware of her nudity under the rain coat. Her nipples were hard, sensitive knots grinding against the rough fabric. It felt as if the insides of her thighs might rub raw on Harry's flanks she was gripping him so hard.

The vibration and bouncing of the cycle drummed straight up into her pussy.

They flashed out of the alley, jounced across the gutter and zipped into the opposite alley, and through the next block. Judy felt a perverse flash of sexual excitement. The speed of their flight, the cold air battering and blasting at her and touching her inner tissues, the jolting from the cycle, all sent her lust soaring. The feeling of zooming nearly naked through the streets of the city was unbelievably exciting.

As lust burned higher in her, Judy clung more tightly to Harry's back, pressing herself against him sensuously. She rested her cheek on his back. He shot a surprised glance back at her.

Feeling deliciously wanton, she slipped one hand slowly downward along Harry's stomach. She knew he couldn't do anything to stop her. She reached deliberately for his easily accessible crotch and found the hard ridge of his prick. She fondled that hard rod with her fingers as they blasted down the alley, the sound of the cycle bouncing off the buildings at them.