Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Reaching the end of the alley, they swung sharply out onto the street.

As they roared along through the traffic, Judy's lust increased. The knowledge that at any minute the raincoat might fly open and expose her to the whole world in creased her excitement. She continued fondling Harry's cock through his pants and felt it responding, growing larger and harder under her touch.

Every jolt of he cycle slammed Judy's bare bottom against the hard seat and jarred her pussy. The constant pounding was lifting her to ward a wild orgasm. She ground herself against Harry harder and harder as her passion built higher and higher. She didn't care where they were anymore. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she concentrated on the vibration of the motorcycle and her still mushrooming excitement.

When they slewed into still another tight turn and hammered up into a driveway, the shock al most set off Judy's orgasm. Her eyes shot open as they plunged into darkness and Harry shut off the cycle. They were in a garage, far to the back.

Harry set the cycle stand. "Wait here," he ordered Judy, who was still on the motorcycle. He closed the garage door, then twisted the lock.

Shaking with lust, Judy carefully dismounted from the motorcycle. Her fingers quivering, she unbuttoned the raincoat, and turned on Harry.

Harry was already tearing at his clothes, flinging them wildly across the garage as he advanced on her. "All right, you hot piece of tail," he informed her. "You asked for it all the way over here. Never did understand what you saw in Paul. Now I'll show you what sex is really all about."

Judy let the raincoat drop to the floor and met Harry's charge with open arms and spread legs. The feel of his skinny, bony hard body against hers was the final jolt to her lust. She let him drop her backwards on the hard, greasy concrete floor of the garage. The cement pad was cold and slippery and gritty against her back. The shady interior of the garage was cool on her bare crotch.

Harry's sturdy prick found the hot nest of Judy's pussy immediately.

With a thrust of his skinny hips, he sank his shaft in her guts as she embraced him with her arms and legs. The slapping impact of his body against hers echoed weirdly back from the walls of the garage. Judy's hips surged upward to meet his drives. She clawed at his back, raising red welts on his red dish freckled skin. She could feel his bones grinding into her and the difference between this and the feel of Paul's or Mike's body on hers in creased her excitement.

Harry drew back, slipped his hands under Judy's buttocks and lifted her hips from the floor. For a second she thought he was going to invade her anus the way Paul had. But the red-haired youth didn't, contenting himself with just lifting her hips upward. When he rammed his long prick home in her guts, it actually touched bottom in her vagina. The shock of the head of his cock slamming the end of her channel jolted through Judy, wringing a wordless cry from her that bounced spookily back off the empty walls.

Judy slid her hands down to clutch the tight, hard knots of Harry's buttocks. She sank her nails in them in an effort to spur him on.

Rocking and jolting in her mind was again the vision of her brother's laughing face, but it mattered less now that it wasn't him in her but another boy. She had had Mike now, and was certain of having him again.

Now it was marvelous to enjoy a fabulous screwing while holding the vision of her brother in her imagination.

Experimentally, stretching awkwardly, Judy pried her fingers into the crack of Harry's ass. He rammed at her even harder, his breath wheezing explosively in her ear as he hunched and humped her. She dug a finger down toward his asshole, found it, and jabbed at the hard knot.

Harry slammed his pelvis against her so hard the shock hurt her teeth.

The head of his prick battered at the end of her vagina again. The hard arch of his pubic bone cracked against her clitoris like the hammer of a pistol, sending an explosion of pleasure flashing through her.

She twisted her finger into the tight, resisting hole of Harry's anus.

Fire seared through Harry. The feeling of something being wedged into his ass was unlike anything he had ever felt before. There was a fiery burning from the invasion. There was pain. But it wasn't a bad pain. It was a pain that triggered wild new reflexes in him, made him piston and pump his prick even harder in the clinging, wet envelope of Judy's vagina. For years he had wondered what she would be like to fuck, and now he was finding out. Her soft cushiony body under him was better than any of the other girls he had had. He always seemed to wind up with fat ones. But Judy-she was curvy and sexy. He could feel her frame under her tender flesh. And he could feel the end of her pussy with the head of his prick! Shit, he knew he was long, but hadn't realized he was that long. With really fat girls, their stomach got in the way, and he could never get all the way in them. But with Judy, her soft belly was just a nice soft cushion.

And now she was reaming her finger into the shitty opening of his ass.

Christ, this girl was hot! When she had started feeling him up on the motorcycle, he was hardly able to wait to get to the new hideout. And now the reality of fucking his prick into her eager belly was even better than he had ever imagined it would be.

Judy had her finger sunk in Harry's ass up to the first knuckle. Because her arm was so short, it was the best she could do. The feel of that tight ring of muscle embracing her finger was super. She twisted the digit in the opening. Her hips were jamming up to meet Harry's sharp, hard drives, increasing the hammering of his prick against the end of her pussy and the pounding of her pubic bone on her clit.

Judy began cumming like a Fourth of July sparkler, a scintillating, flickering orgasm that danced through her writhing body. Her muscles quivered and spasmed and jittered as she continued to cum and cum and cum.

Harry had buried his prick in her belly as far as it would go. His buttocks clenched Judy's hand as he climaxed, And, with the head of his prick digging into the end of her vagina, his cum was like nothing he had ever felt before. The resistance offered to the pumping of his semen only increased the searing pleasure of the convulsions. He could feel hot wads of cum pressure out between the head of his prick and Judy's clinging walls.

Judy felt his cum jabbing and jabbing at her vagina, felt the thick pulses being squeezed between her clinging tissues and the rubbery head of Harry's phallus. Her cumming changed from a series of convulsions to one long, raging, muscle-knotting tidal wave of pleasure that made her totally unaware of everything around her.

When she slowly returned to reality she was suddenly aware of pain.

There was pain in her shoulder blades where they were being ground into the unyielding concrete floor. Her ass felt bruised and sore from that same cold slab and her heels were rubbed raw from straining to lift her hips. Her arm was stretched and cramped from reaching so desperately for Harry's asshole. She pulled her finger from that tight orifice and winced at the feeling of bending her tortured elbow. She felt as if she had been stretched on the rack.

"Ow, goddamnit," Harry grunted, getting awkwardly to his feet. He looked down at his knees. They were scraped and bloodied, filthy with grease and oil.

Judy rolled to her knees, panting, then got to her feet. "This where I hide out?" she asked.

Harry was picking up his clothes. "In the house," he answered.

Judy slipped on the raincoat. "Whose is it?"

"My uncle's. Or it was, at least. He died and it's tied up in the courts right now. Don't worry, no one's going to be looking at it or anything."

After the dreadful apartment, the house seemed palatial. "Why didn't you hide me here in the first place?" Judy asked, remembering the hideous nights in the abandoned slum.