Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

"What are you doing here?" she asked, extricating herself from him. "I thought you were busy."

"Not right now," he answered. "Came by for a morale boosting quickie, baby."

"I'm not your 'baby'," Judy retorted. "I'm not anybody's 'baby'."

"Okay, okay," Paul agreed soothingly. "But let's knock off a quick one anyway, okay?"

"I don't want to," Judy said bluntly. "Besides, Mike'd kill you if he caught you here now."

"What would Mike be doing here?" Paul responded. "No way he could find out that I'm here. Come on, Judy, just a real quick one, huh?"

"I told you, I don't want to," she repeated. "Aren't you supposed to be someplace else right now?"

"I told you I wasn't," Paul argued. "Jeez, what's gotten into you lately, anyway? You used to be the hottest tail in town."

"Is that all you think of me?"

"No, of course not," he said quickly. "But you've really been acting strange lately. Jeez, I go through all sorts of shit, even let myself get beat over the head by your brother, and you switch off on me. I'm beginning to think there is something going on between you and Mike after all."

Judy felt a twinge of fear. "What makes you say that?"

"You got to be getting it someplace," Paul noted. "You just aren't the frigid type. Used to be if you went two days without sex, you'd damn near rape me."

"We just had sex yesterday," she argued desperately.

"Yeah, but that's not enough for you-or me either, and you know it. You getting it from Harry, maybe? Did that skinny runt mess around with you?"

"I haven't even seen him since he brought me here," Judy assured Paul quickly.

"Well, I don't care where you're getting it, I want some, too. I could screw up this whole kidnapping thing real quick, you know," he threatened.

"Why would you do that? You want the money, too, don't you?"

"Yeah," Paul admitted reluctantly. "But I'm horny."

Judy made a quick decision. Her pussy was still dripping with her brother's cum, and she had no desire to screw again right away anyway.

"Well, I'm nervous," she told him, "and I just don't feel like it. But I'll tell you what."

"What?" Paul asked hopefully.

"I-I'll give you a blow job," Judy offered.

"Really?"

"Really."

"All the way?" he asked.

"All the way."

"You'll swallow it?"

"Yes, I'll even swallow it. My gosh, do we have to go into all the clinical details of the whole thing?"

Paul unfastened his pants. "I just wanted to make sure we had everything straight," he sniffed.

"Well, I don't know what you mean by a blow job, but that's what I mean," Judy snapped. She was staring at his slowly growing prick. It looked totally unimpressive and unappetizing. But, she had gone this far, and didn't dare back out now-unless she wanted to get him really angry with her. Obviously, from the way Paul's cock was growing, just the idea of a blow job was getting him excited.

"Come on, come on," Paul urged impatiently.

"Hold your horses, will you?" she retorted. "Sit down on the couch or something. You don't want to stand through the whole thing, do you? And pull your pants down."

"I guess not," Paul agreed, following her orders.

Judy waited until he was settled, then knelt between his spread legs.

She sighed resignedly and faced his rubbery, half-erect cock. She had given blow jobs before, even swallowed the cum, and usually got a certain perverted pleasure from the whole act. But she couldn't have felt less like having any kind of sex with Paul than she did at this point. But, she knew if he did get jealous, he might mess up everything.

She tilted his prick upright with her fingers. Lowering her head to it, she licked the underside of the warm shaft of meat from bottom to top, like she was catching the drips from a popsicle on a hot day.

There was an instantaneous rush of blood to the organ that made it stiffen sharply in her grasp.

Judy wished it was Mike's cock she was lapping at, instead of Paul's.

She would do anything for Mike, absolutely anything. She was even figuring on trying some things with her brother that she had never tried with anyone.

She carefully bathed Paul's penis with her tongue, licking it languidly from base to tip on all sides. She had to pause and pick a wiry pubic hair off her tongue. Then she resumed her meticulous bathing of his stiff tower of flesh. The skin was warm and yielding and soft against her tongue. She could feel the ridges of distended veins just under the skin, and the rippled hard interior under them.

Paul was slumped back bonelessly. His hands were rhythmically squeezing the cushions of the couch. That and the film of sweat on his face were the only overt signs of his excitement. He watched as Judy's tongue bathed his sensitive phallus, feeling like warm, wet velvet as it swept up the length of his tower. She licked the under side again and the delicate touch of her tongue there sent a shiver through him, making him wet his lips with excitement. Her dark curls brushed his bare skin, adding a sensuous tickle to the other sensations.

Then Judy closed her lips around the peak of his cock, engulfing it in her warm, wet mouth and Paul felt like it was melting. She touched just the head, rubbing it lovingly with her tongue and Paul thought it was going to burst into flame.

Judy felt a quiver of pleasure at taking Paul's cock in her mouth.

Something about having a lump of living flesh between her lips, against her tongue, triggered warm sexual pleasure in her belly. She drew her head upward, letting his cock slide out through her lips. When she lowered her head again, she took a bit more of his hot staff in her mouth. She pressed her tongue against it firmly and scrubbed the velvety skin, now slick and wet with her spit. There was a warm salty taste in her mouth and she knew she had milked some of his excited juices from his organ. Her head was filled with the smell of him.

Paul, too, had felt that burning drop ooze from his channel. His prick felt like it was being bathed in blood-warm water. There were textures and hardnesses that no vagina had. There was the sensuous tickle of long curling black hair on his bare thighs, and the feel of fingers gripping the base of his prick. And there was the sight of the working mouth spitted on his towering penis.

Judy pumped her head, taking the massive, blood-loaded organ deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was overwhelmed by his smell and his taste.

Her own guts were now burning with a perverted lust, and her vagina was twitching hungrily. But she still had no desire to be screwed by Paul.

That, as much as was possible, would be her brother's privilege from now on. There was nothing wrong with finding pleasure in giving Paul a thorough devoted cocksucking, though.

She reached between his thighs, under her own chest, and lifted and shifted his balls in their sack. Handling them gently, she stroked and tickled up behind them. Without losing the rhythm of bobbing of her head on his prick, she fondled his testicles and tickled the foundations of his phallus.

She was jamming his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with every bob of her head. She was glad Paul wasn't gripping her hair, urging her on.

She wanted to be able to set her own pace, to avoid gagging and choking on his huge shaft.

Drawing in timed breaths through her nose, she pumped and pumped her mouth on Paul's phallus. She felt the rubbery head jamming to the back of her tongue, poking into her throat, and redoubled her efforts. Her nose was being tickled by his pubic bush at every downward drive of her head.

She felt his buttocks beginning to twitch and thrust and knew he was getting close to a climax. She increased her efforts. She was beginning to look forward to the load of hot, gooey fluid he would shoot into her mouth.