Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

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Michael Rennie Hungry For Sister Chapter 1 Judy Wright spread her graceful - фото 1

Michael Rennie

Hungry For Sister

Chapter 1

Judy Wright spread her graceful young thighs wide. As Paul Cooper settled his sturdy hips between her thighs she tangled her fingers in his shaggy, curly blond hair. She felt the head of his cock nestle between the pouting lips of her pussy, felt her firm young breasts mash flat against his muscular chest. Her nipples were hard pebble-like lumps between them as his weight drove the wind from her lungs.

At the first thrust of Paul's hips, Judy lifted her pelvis in response.

She felt the bulbous head of his engorged prick enter her crevice, prying into the wet, slick, hot folds of her sex. She wanted him, all of him, sunk in the steaming well of her hot young vagina. Clutching him, digging her fingers into his muscular back, she lifted and squirmed, trying to skewer herself on the meaty shaft of his phallus.

In response, Paul shoved at her and felt her searing, soggy folds engulf his prick, clinging lovingly to his hard cock. He savored the feel of her oozing flesh sliding against the sensitive glans of his penis. She was hot and tight and wet and ready, as eager to have him as he was to have her.

Her eyes closed, Judy concentrated on the feel of her sixteen-year-old channel being filled with Paul's heavy, hot, blood-engorged pole. She frowned as a face with brown eyes, a lopsided, daring smile, framed with dark, curly brown hair, flickered across her memory. Even here, right now, with Paul's hot young cock jamming into her pussy, her brother's face intruded. Or was it especially here, right now? Because she knew whose cock she really wanted stuffing her. As wrong as she felt that to be, that was what she wanted, what she had wanted for as long as she had known what sex was all about.

Desperately, Judy forced her mind back to the youth she was with. She remembered undressing Paul, stripping his T-shirt up and off his strong torso so she could run her fingers over his naked skin.

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"There enough time?" Paul asked, his fingers sinking into Judy's firm young breasts through her thin T-shirt. Her nipples were hard, hot knots digging at his hands as he massaged the lush hemispherical mounds of warm flesh.

"There's plenty of time," she answered, rubbing her fingers over his nipples, then under his arms to tickle the curling hair in his armpits.

"How long does it take to make love?"

"You know I like to make it last a long time," Paul countered, even while he was pulling her shirt up to bare her sleek midriff. The underside of her breasts came into view. There was just the faintest hint of a crease under the firm, full globes. Her tan ended where her bikini usually covered her breasts. Her skin was pale and flaw less. He bunched the cotton of her T-shirt still more, entirely exposing the lower half of her breasts. He ran his thumbs against her rib cage, along the curving crease of her breasts. Sliding his thumbs upward, he felt her flesh yield to his gentle pressure. Pressing his thumbs up under her T-shirt, he found the hard bumps of her nipples. He flicked the tense, rubbery buds, loving the feel of them bouncing and shivering from his stimulation.

Judy tipped her head back, slitting her eyes as fire lashed through her body. Spreading her bare feet shoulder width apart, she set her graceful legs for stability as lust threatened to collapse her prematurely. Her hips tilted, thrusting her pussy forward in an instinctive gesture of raunchy need. Paul's fingers were hard and rough against her tender skin as he tormented her passion knotted tits. She licked lips that were suddenly dry and hot, then lifted her arms over her head in invitation to the youth fondling her breasts.

He stripped her shirt up over her head and off with a quick gesture that tousled her curly black, shoulder-length hair and made her dangly earrings dance wildly. Judy combed her dark curls back with her fingers, arching her spine and thrusting her firm, young breasts forward, feeling the cool air of the small apartment brush her naked flesh. Her nipples were hard, demanding, pink peaks on the alluring pale globes of her breasts.

Paul's hands gripped her breasts tightly, even a trace cruelly, as he sank his fingers into the yielding mounds. Her nipples drilled eagerly into his hard palms. Her skin was a deep tan, a tan made more emphatic by the paleness of her untanned breasts. Paul's strong, blunt fingers dug into this pallid skin. Her tits poked shyly out from between his fingers and he closed them to pinch the taut pink buds between them.

As lust fires roared through Judy, melting her muscles, she reached for Paul's belt. Deftly she got his big buckle open, then unbuttoned the top of his faded blue jeans. A curling line of fine light brown hair arrowed down from his navel and began to spread just as it was covered by the elastic of his underpants. Gripping the tab of his zipper between her thumb and forefinger, Judy ran it down over the hard bulge of his cock which was still covered by the strained white cotton of his jockey shorts.

Excitement over what was to come was roaring through her as she shoved his jeans down around his calves, then knelt to help him get his feet free of the tight pants. Right in front of her face, covered still by his underpants, was his powerfully erect cock. A few curling strands of his pubic bush had escaped from the leg openings of his underpants. His cock was like a tent pole, straining for release.

As she knelt at his feet, Judy looked up at him, her hazel eyes glittering with excitement. With feathery, delicate fingers she stroked the rigid tower of his prick through his underpants. A dark wet stain spread from the peak of that tower. The cords of muscle in Paul's throat stood out with the strain as he combed his fingers through Judy's curling hair.

Deliberately taunting both Paul and herself, Judy tickled the sensitive skin on the insides of his strong thighs. She pushed back between his thighs, her fingers gently lifting and weighing the ovoid, sperm-heavy masses of his testicles. She saw his belly ripple with excitement from her bold explorations.

Finally Judy couldn't stand the strain any longer and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Paul's underpants. After pulling the elastic out as far as she could, she hauled downward. As she did the stiff shaft of his cock sought escape. It was as if it could see the light. It lifted its rounded head, and looked at the ceiling.

The first Judy saw of that hard rod was its curving, bulbous head-just the tip of it-just its shy slit. She hauled the elastic of Paul's underpants downward, exposing more and more of his cock, the white pinkish cap of the glans, the groove under it, and the special sensitive wedge on the underside where the groove curved up ward toward the slit, like the top curve of a valentine. Then she was exposing the pale shaft with its soft skin and the bulging ridges of its veins that slid over the hard, hot core.

And behind that ready, erect phallus, like an artistic backdrop, were the dark blond, almost brown curls of his pubic hair.

The shaft of Paul's cock lowered steadily as his underpants were drawn downward, until it was aimed straight at Judy's face. Without flinching away from it, she hauled his last garment down the rest of the way, exposing his balls in their wrinkled dark sac nestling between his hairy thighs. She licked her lips at the sight of such a demanding cylinder of turgid meat, but that wasn't what she wanted this time. She didn't want a heavy bulk hammering down her throat. She needed it in her already streaming vagina.

Wrapping her fingers around the hot, hard cock, she got to her feet. She fondled the rock-hard tower, feeling the skin shift over the unyielding core, and measured the tenseness there. She looked down at it greedily.

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