Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Judy accepted her brother's kiss with her mouth open and sucking. She drew his tongue in, met it with her own. Straightening her legs, she spread them wide to open her crotch wide to his exploration, and everyone else's view. She felt her brother's fingers plunge deep into her vagina. Lying slowly backwards, she pulled him down with her.

Holding his hand in her dripping pussy, with one hand, she unbuckled his belt, then tugged his trousers down with the other. Hooking her foot in them, she kicked, dragging his pants and underpants down his legs. He managed to wriggle his feet free of the entanglement while she was fondling his heavy, swollen cock and warm rounded balls.

Mike was ablaze with lust. Ripping his soaked hand out of his sister's sex, he hurriedly peeled off his shirt so he would be as naked and wanton as she was. Then he plunged his hand back into her hot, wet folds. Bowing his head, he closed his lips over one of the hard, hot peaks of her firm young breasts. His teeth nipped at her nipple while he bathed the rubbery tip with his tongue. She was squeezing his rigid cock, as if trying to wring the blood from it. The motion triggered a delicious sensual ache deep in his guts.

Harry's hands shook so hard as he shifted the stacks of money he almost dropped them. He had given up trying to seriously sort the heap of cash.

All he was trying to do now was conceal his increasing agitation. His whole body was knotted with building lust. The sight of the two beautiful naked girls being so openly fondled and played with was driving him nuts! Now Mike was naked, too, and Judy had her small, young hand wrapped around his prick. And Paul was taking all of his clothes off, too! It was getting to be too much, just a bit too much! Paul and Mike both had women, while Harry was being forced to sit and watch in frustrated agony.

"C'mon, you guys," he protested.

"Be cool, Harry," Judy purred.

"Be cool!" Harry exploded, dropping his air of nonchalance. "Shit! How can I be cool?"

"Play with yourself," Judy answered.

"Gee, thanks a lot!" he snapped, scattering the money with a sweep of his arm. "Thanks a fucking lot!"

Judy ignored him; Lying on her side, she was pressing the soft, warm, curvy length of her body against her brother. His flesh was hot and hard against hers. Their legs tangled and meshed so she was able to grind her pussy against one of his strong thighs. He still had one hand sunk in her dripping folds. She crushed his fingers into her sex, mangling her vaginal lips and her clitoris into a sticky, oozing mess that was ablaze with pleasure. She was still clutching his towering, rock-hard phallus, her hand trapped between her soft belly and his hard one.

Cynthia and Paul were in a wild tangle of arms and legs. Her lush blonde beauty was being explored intimately by Paul's hands and fingers. He was squeezing her tight buttocks, pressing into the crevice of her ass, plunging into the sticky swamp of her sex with its thin covering of blonde curls.

Harry was going nuts. His frustration was rising to incredible heights.

He knew exactly what was going to happen, sooner or later, and it looked like it would be sooner. In a few minutes, Cynthia was going to be flat on her back with Paul's towering cock sunk in her velvety, dripping vagina. She would be wrapping her lithe arms and legs around him, urging him on with thrusts and heaves of her slender hips. And Judy would be taking her own brother's cock into her body, letting him drive his phallus straight up into the core of her sex.

Watching Judy was even worse for Harry than watching Cynthia, because he still remembered the feel of Judy's soft, curvaceous body under his as he had screwed her on the concrete garage floor. Engraved in his mind forever was the feel of the velvety walls of her vagina spasming around his stiff, hard prick. And she had stuck her finger up his ass While he had been plumbing her, pistoning his prick in her sucking, dripping hole, she had been boring her finger up into his anus.

Harry began tearing off his clothes. He couldn't stand to be sitting there fully clothed while every one else was stark naked. In a few moments he was as nude as the rest of them, but was still just as frustrated as he had been.

Paul pressed close to Cynthia as she rolled on her back. For a moment he pushed away from her to admire the long, lean length of her slender blonde body. Her teeth gleamed between her sensually parted lips. With one leg bent, her crotch was wide open to him. Her nipples were stiff, demanding points on the gentle hills of her breasts. Her chest heaved with shaky, lust-wracked breathing.

Cupping one of Cynthia's tight little boobs, Paul moved his sturdy body over her slender one. He settled between her thighs as she wrapped her long, graceful legs around him. His prick found the nest of her pussy and he wedged it into her tight hole, then stopped. He glanced over his shoulder.

Judy was on her side, facing Mike. One leg was over his hips, the other crushed under them. Her lush ass was working in a steady, sexy, rhythmic, fucking motion.

Paul drove his prick into Cynthia Van Camp's willing vagina with a single heave of his hips. Her hot flesh embraced his cock like a wet, velvet glove. He took his jealous fury with Judy out on the girl under him, ramming his cock into her as if he wanted to tear her open with it.

"Aaaarrrr," Cynthia wailed. She felt as if she were being shredded by the cock slamming into her. And she loved it. She clawed at Paul's back, her well-manicured nails tearing at his flesh. She heaved her slender hips up to meet his brutal drives, urging him to go deeper and harder into her with every drive.

Judy was curled on her side, unmindful of her brother's weight on her thigh. His cock was boring up into her pussy and she was doing her best to urge him on. She heard an animal cry from Cynthia, from behind her, which increased her desire to have Mike jam his phallus deeper in her belly. She spurred his ass with her heels, urging him further into her guts.

Harry's eyes flashed from one fucking couple to the other and back again. He could see Paul's cock slide out of Cynthia Van Camp's aristocratic crotch, then drive back in. The girl's legs were kicking and thrashing wildly, her heels either digging into the floor as she heaved her hips up ward, or kicking into Paul's working ass as she urged him deeper into her. Her long fingers were raising pink welts on his back as she clawed him.

Judy's ass was toward Harry. Her fleshy moons were quivering with Mike's every drive, clenching and unclenching as she responded. Harry found something about the sight of those lush fleshy masses and the deep, dark valley between them incredibly erotic. The shadowed crevice between Judy's ass cheeks seemed to beckon to him.

He squirmed toward Judy and Mike, not sure exactly what he was going to do. He kicked the bundles of money blindly aside as he crawled toward the writhing couple. One of the rubber bands broke and twenty-dollar bills scattered across the floor.

The glare from the television shone down on the orgiastic scene. The news was on. Unseen by any of the youngsters, a report was being given on Judy's "kidnapping".

Harry squirmed up behind Judy. He had to have his cock in something. He had to plunge his aching prick into a tight opening-had to fuck something! And there was one obvious, convenient target.

Judy was startled when a hard, skinny body pressed against her back. For a second she was jolted out of the ecstasy of having Mike's cock in her pussy. Then her pleasure grew even greater, and she felt more important, more loved than ever. It had to be Harry that was squeezing her against Mike. What was he going to do back there?

There was a sharp prodding between her buttocks and she jerked with pleasure. The prodding became a steady pressure, a driving thrust deep in the valley of her ass.