Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Its curving cap was aimed now at the soft swell of her belly, just over the top of her shorts, as if ready to fuck her in the belly button.

Paul reached for the button and zipper of her shorts, reaching around her arms and fingers as she fondled his erection. The zipper rumbled down toward her crotch and curling black hair sprang into view. She had been relishing the feeling of the crotch of her hacked-off blue jeans sawing into the tender flesh of her pussy. Now the lack of underpants paid another bonus-the feel of chill air striking straight at the heart of her sex as her shorts were hauled down.

Judy had to let go of Paul's cock when he knelt in front of her to strip her shorts down her graceful, tanned, sleek legs. She lifted first one foot, then the other, out as he held the shorts. Then he slid his hands up the backs of her legs to her buttocks and hauled her hips forward into his face. His nose bored into the tangle of her pubic bush and jammed into the hot folds of her pussy.

Judy sucked in her breath involuntarily as Paul's tongue speared into the searing heart of her sex. Her head rolled as passion flamed through her from the unexpected oral assault on her vagina and clitoris. Then Paul stood up and guided her toward the studio couch. She sprawled backwards on the rumpled covers of the narrow bed, spreading her legs open to expose her crotch. She knew he could see the excited pink lips of her pussy through the dark bush of hair. Her breasts stood, proud, pale and firm as she lay on her back.

And she had feasted her eyes on Paul's stocky, powerful young frame. As he had stood over her his cock had bobbed and weaved, drooling its own excitement. A shining drop was suspended by a glittering strand that stretched and stretched and finally broke, letting the heavy drop fall.

Then he had been on her and that wayward vision of her brother had flashed through Judy's mind. Why here and now did she have to see that?

Why here and now, with Paul's cock sunk in her streaming vagina did she have to fight down memories of her brother's face, looking older than his seventeen years, of his tall, lean body? Her imagination filled in what she was uncertain of-the curling brown bush and the jutting cock that she had caught only quick glimpse of.

Then Paul's pelvis collided with hers and the vision in Judy's mind was obliterated by a fiery blast of pleasure. Her clitoris was mangled between their bodies, converted to a nova-knot of heat that flared out through her body, knotting her muscles and bringing a grunt from her lungs. Paul pistoned his cock in her guts and her hips answered with twisting jumps of their own. His body felt rough and harsh against her tender young skin. Lust raged through her.

Paul thought that for a second, just a second, as he had penetrated her vagina with his cock Judy had frozen. For a fleeting moment her body had gone limp and unresponding under him as the hot folds of her vagina had enfolded his prick. But then, before he could worry about it or respond, she was alive under him, her body writhing and moving to accept him as he plumbed her depths. The feel of her tight young vagina embracing his big phallus was enough to obliterate all thought about the incident. All his attention was concentrated on the feel of her young body against his, on the engulfing of his prick by her clinging, slick, wet folds.

Pushing up, he watched her features. They still harbored a trace of baby fat, and twisted with passion as he pistoned his prick in her tender belly. Then he lowered himself on her again and they writhed together ecstatically and relished the feel of their flesh, squirming against each other's bodies.

Judy's hips took on a life of their own as she tightened her vagina around the cock pistoning in it. Her hips jerked and jumped as primitive reflexes came to life from the skillful screwing. Four-letter words were streaming from her lips as she urged Paul on, clawing at his back, spurring his buttocks with her heels as she spread her thighs still more widely in an attempt to get more of him in her belly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted mindlessly as he hammered his penis into her guts. "I'm going to cum, so fuck me, you horny bastard. Fuck that big hard cock of yours into me."

Paul saved his breath for the powerful drives of his hips that rammed his erect phallus deep into her guts. The fire was building deep in his groin, the juices pooling in the firing chamber and the muscles cocking themselves to pump hot semen into Judy's hole.

"I'm cum-cumm-cumm-cummiiinnngggg," Judy rasped in a harsh blast of air, a whispering gust of sheer lust as fire seared through her young body.

And then, unbidden, flaring up in her mind's eye, was the face of her brother, his eyes laughing at her as she climaxed.

Paul was beyond caring what the girl under him was thinking about. He was ramming his cock deep into her vagina, stuffing her with his bulk.

Fiery shots of semen ripped down the length of his shaft while his whole body convulsed and added power to the blasts. He poured his hot sticky load deep into her guts, his muscles straining against hers as he fought to spit her completely on his prick.

The quivering, straining knot held for a long moment, then they both relaxed simultaneously. Judy was pinned like a bug under Paul's bulk, her slender, feminine arms around his big, masculine torso, her graceful legs entwined with his strong, hairy limbs. His pale buttocks were nestled between her slender thighs.

A slight frown wrinkled the smooth skin of Judy's forehead as she nestled her chin on Paul's shoulder and stroked his back tenderly. She felt his cock slowly shrinking in her, retreating from her depths, leaving a hot, sticky pool in her vagina.

Suddenly there was a thunderous bang at the door of the apartment. Paul rolled off Judy, his cock whipping free of her pussy.

"Shit!" he exploded, rolling catlike to his feet and turning toward the door.

Judy half raised herself on one elbow. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness.

The door slammed open, the jamb splintering and the doorknob chipping plaster off the wall. Two grotesque figures charged into the room, heavy pistols gripped in their hands.

Without a word, the larger of the two invaders swung his pistol backhand, catching Paul on the side of his head and sending him flying across the room and slamming into a wall. As he slumped down to the floor, his eyes glazed, the smaller, more slender apparition yanked open the closet door and jerked a raincoat off a hanger.

Judy got to her feet just in time to catch the thrown raincoat in her bare stomach.

Both of the intruders' heads were covered with ski masks, knitted hoods with eye holes and mouth holes and garish patterns. They wore identical outfits, blue jeans and black ribbed turtle necks, the man's clinging to a slender, muscular torso, the girl's hugging her small, shy breasts.

Judy slipped the raincoat on over her naked body. A gun was aimed at her head, then her arms were gripped by the two kidnappers. She darted a frightened glance over at Paul just as she was hauled out of the apartment. The boy she had just lain with was shaking his head, his eyes foggy as he fought to clear his mind.

Then Judy was being shoved and hustled down the stairs to the street.

Bright sunshine glared down on the three figures as they crossed the sidewalk and hurtled into the back seat of a waiting car. Judy had a brief impression of startled witnesses just before the car door was slammed closed and the vehicle roared away from the curb, leaving black stripes of rubber as it burned out.

In the back seat Judy and two of the kidnappers were thrown sideways in a heap as the third one jerked the car around a corner before assuming a more reasonable pace that blended with the traffic.