"Hungry For Sister" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rennie Michael)

Chapter 4

Judy wrapped her arms around her brother's neck. Then she twined her legs around him. As he came into the hideout, shouldering the door closed behind himself, she clung to him like an octopus, nibbling hungrily on the side of his throat. Since Paul had left her hanging short of an orgasm the day before, she had done nothing but dream of her brother. It had been like a starving man dreaming of food, or someone dying of thirst dreaming of gallons and gallons of clear, cold water.

Mike reached under the raincoat and cupped her ass with his hands, supporting her. He turned his head and their mouths met in a driving, devouring, hungry kiss. His fingers sank into the meaty orbs of her buttocks and he squeezed and clutched at the yielding masses, pulling them apart until she could feel her flesh stretching and feel cool air touching her asshole and her pussy.

Hanging on Mike with one arm, Judy managed to slip the other out of the sleeve of the raincoat. Then she reversed the operation and her only garment dropped to the floor, leaving her naked. She was still hanging onto her brother, still had her arms tangled around his neck, her legs scissored around his thighs. Her pelvis rocked and rolled as she ground her crotch against his leg, grinding his hard body and rough clothes into her pussy.

"Off," Mike grunted at last, breaking the kiss, releasing her ass.

Judy let her feet drop to the floor, untwined her arms and backed away from her brother. Without waiting for him to say anything, she was tackling his belt.

Mike stroked his hands down her sides, then up to her breasts. He thumbed her nipples, making them bounce and harden. "Don't you want to know what's happening?"

"Not now," Judy answered, her voice throaty with need. "Only thing I want right now is you." She had his pants open and was fondling the tower of his erection. His proud cock stood out stiffly from the thick bush of pubic hair at its base. She knelt in front of him and dragged his pants down around his calves.

"What if I don't want you?" Mike teased, steadying himself by putting one hand on her head.

Judy smiled at him confidently, and ran one finger up the hot length of his stiff, ready prick. She paused to scratch the underside where the glans curved up toward the slit.

Mike looked fondly down at his sister. She was sitting on her heels, her back very straight. Her breasts jutted out boldly, the twin peaks of her nipples looking like tiny volcanic peaks. Between her lush pale mounds he could see the dark vee of her triangle between her golden, graceful thighs. As he watched she spread her knees to reveal herself to him. His pale cock with its rounded pink head was pointing straight at her sweet, innocent face. This was his sister, and she was more desirable than any other woman in the world.

A shining clear drop appeared at the tip of Mike's cock as if by magic.

Thick and viscous, it formed a magnifying lens over the tiny slit, distorting and enlarging the opening. Finally the globbet grew too large and heavy. It oozed down the curve of the head of Mike's cock, leaving a shining snaillike trail behind it. Judy's mouth was watering with desire as she watched the gleaming oozing drop just inches away. She could see the texture of the head of Mike's prick, the vague scar of his circumcision below the groove where the glans joined the pale-veined shaft.

The young girl captured the shining drop before it could drool off his cock. Catching the liquid with her fingers, she smeared it back up ward, coating the head of her brother's powerful prick with it, making his flesh gleam. The juice was hot, sticky, and marvelously slippery. It was perfectly suited to the task for which it had been designed, greasing the way into her pussy.

Pushing against his strong thighs, remaining on her knees in front of him, she guided him back to the old chair. He sat down on it obediently and she crawled up to him. Then he spread his knees and she pushed up between them.

His cock was tipped upward, lolling slightly to one side as it reached powerfully for the ceiling. Below it, between his thighs, his balls hung heavy in their wrinkled sac. A few curling, fine pubic hairs had sprouted energetically from that skin container.

Judy hooked her elbows over her brother's thighs, rested her forearms along those strong columns, and reached for his stiff, throbbing erection. His excitement had yielded a second oozing drop and it was trickling slowly down the under side of his phallus, leaving another shining trail. Judy caught this drop on her thumb and smeared it up the underside of Mike's warm shaft. She feasted her eyes on his hard, massive cock. From her intimate vantage point she could see a few fine capillaries beneath the pale, sensitive skin. The veins bulged with blood, and the skin stretched tightly over them and the engorged Interior of the tower of gristle.

Judy lifted on her knees, until her mouth was over his spearing cock.

Mike shifted his ass for ward on the chair and his belly wrinkled as he slouched lower. His fingers stroked through the lush dark curls of Judy's hair as he stared lovingly down at her sweet face. Her hair tickled his thighs as she hovered over his upstanding penis. Her fingers gripped the base of his shaft delicately but firmly, steadying it so it pointed straight into her face. Mike felt as if his cock was going to explode it was so hard and full of blood and lust.

Judy's mouth worked as she tormented herself with the sight of her brother's sturdy erection, the erection he had because of her. Her mouth watered as she hovered over that monster lance of flesh. A drop of saliva drooled from her lip to trickle over the curving pinkish cap and mingle with his excited secretions. She squeezed the base of his throbbing prick between her fingers. It felt like hard rubber in her grip.

Then she lowered her mouth to the bulbous head. Opening her lips, she encircled the knobby tip with them, setting them into the groove just below his glans. She curved her tongue lovingly around the hot, yielding flesh, tasted his lubricating juices. Her nose full of the smell of him, she lifted her head slowly, and, maintaining a delicate suction, sucked blood into the cap of his cock.

"Jesus Christ!" Mike sighed, his senses flaming from the feel of his sister's loving mouth around the head of his prick. He felt as if the head of his cock was going to explode.

Judy lowered her head, taking slightly more of his hot meat in her mouth. Again, she made her tongue conform to his contours, pressed and stroked his hot flesh. Saliva poured from her glands to pool around the invading bulk of hot cock. Sealing her lips around his prick, Judy lifted and sucked, pulling her head up and away from his crotch. His juices and her spit mixed in her mouth and she swallowed hungrily.

Curling the index finger and thumb of one hand around the base of Mike's cock, she began to explore between his thighs with the other. She lifted his loaded balls on her fingertips, loving the warm, curving weight of his sperm-laden ovoids, At the same time she tightened the ring she had formed around his prick into a tourniquet.

She lowered her head and opened her mouth to take his phallus into her mouth again. In her mind she was calling herself a "cocksucker", and a "brother-fucker", and the names made her guts tighten with a perverse excitement. She was sucking her brother's cock and loving it. She loved the taste of his hot meat in her mouth, the flavor of his clinging, sticky, slippery secretions on her tongue.

She could feel her vagina oozing excitement that was trickling down and pooling on the floor. Her peaking, excited, hard nipples were right at the edge of the chair Mike was sitting on. By squirming slightly, she made those excited, sensitive points brush the hard, cold corner of the seat. It felt as if live fire was searing the tips of her tits.

Mike's cock was halfway to the back of her mouth this time when she closed her lips around it and scrubbed it with her tongue. She sucked it hungrily, then lifted her head off the spear that was spitting her. As she raised her head, she felt her brother's balls lift from her fingers, tighten up against the base of his phallus.

Mike's fingers were in her hair, knotting in her curls as fire slashed through him. His toes curled with lust as his sister sucked her head up off his cock, her mouth drawing still another surge of blood into his already swollen shaft. His buttocks clenched and his hips lifted in an instinctive and uncontrollable urge to drive his pulsing organ deep into her mouth.

Judy let him drive her head down on his cock, let him jam his hot, meaty bulk deep into her mouth. Closing her lips around his huge shaft, she pressed her tongue against the cylindrical tower of flesh at it drove toward the back of her mouth. She sucked as it rammed into her throat.

Her eyes squeezed shut and tears trickled from under her eyelids as she fought the urge to gag. Then she opened her eyes and stared at the blurred mass of her brother's pubic bush, just inches away.

She had sucked cock before, but never like this, never as willingly and eagerly as she was now. She loved having her brother's hard, hot, heavy sausage of living gristle stuffing her mouth. Just the act of sucking her brother's cock was enough to make her guts tighten with perverted lust. This incestuous, unnatural act was enough to make her vagina spasm hungrily in search of something to fill it.

She wasn't going to get Mike's cock in her pussy this time, and she knew it. She had gone too far down this road to stop now. She was committed to taking his load of semen in her mouth, fated to swallow his thick, clinging gobs of cum. And she was loving every frantic minute of it. And she was going to enjoy a gasping dry orgasm of her own just from having Mike pump his sperm down her throat.

And the time was drawing near. Mike's hips were lifting and rammed into her throat, bruising her. She sucked and swallowed the waves of saliva his invasion set off, lifted her head, sucking hungrily all the time, as if she were slurping up the sweet juices from a popsicle.

She drove her head down on her brother's iron-hard, blood-hot shaft of meat still again, harder and faster this time. She used suction to draw her down harder and faster and further than before, let Mike help drive her down on him. She felt his body jerk as he rammed his prick into her, slammed it down her throat. Every muscle in Judy's own body was writhing in a wild, in sane flaming orgasm.

As she lifted her head and rammed it down again, threatening to run herself through with his blunt bludgeon of lust, she dandled his balls, then probed back into that dark, sweaty smelly place behind them. She scratched the throbbing, muscular ridge between the base of his scrotum and the puckered dimple of his asshole, and as she did, she felt his balls tighten and hug the base of his cock. She felt his muscles tensing, his body cocking itself for the final effort.

With frantic haste, she lifted her head one last time, sucked in a tremendous breath through her nose, then rammed her head down on her brother's vibrating phallus. She sucked that living, hot, column of flesh deep into her mouth, and down her throat as she felt his balls convulse. She felt a hot wad of semen rip down the length of his shaft, a quivering, muscular squirm propelling the thick globbet along the tight channel. The first clinging blob of sperm-laden fluid bulleted from the head of his cock and spattered the back of her throat. She gulped it down, and then the unending waves were coming faster than she could swallow, pouring into her convulsing throat, pooling in her mouth and oozing from her lips.

At the first hint of his climax, Mike had forced himself to let up on his sister's head, in case she didn't want to take his load in her mouth. But when she rammed her head back down on him, he knew she wanted his sperm, knew she was willing to absorb his flood of cum in her mouth.

His hips surged upward, threatening to ram his cock out the other side of her head. He let his own head drop back and loll loosely as he felt his semen sear up his prick and explode into his sister's throat. He had never had a cocksucking like this before in his life. His entire body was bathed in fiery pleasure as his groin emptied its titanic load of semen into his sister's working mouth. The feel of her throat spasming around the bead of his cock as she swallowed the gummy liquid kept his ejaculation going on and on and on. His cumming threatened to last forever as he poured semen into Judy's stomach. But, eventually, his load had to run out, and did. And then he was left with his groin spasming in the delicious agony of dry heaves. Judy finally spat out his prick, his belly ached with the glorious feel of total carnal exhaustion.

Groggy, he looked down at Judy as she sat squatting back on her heels in front of him. Her chin was glistening with spit and semen. She looked as content as a cat they had once had after it had gorged itself on a half pint of heavy cream.

Judy's belly felt full, loaded with the warm soup of Mike's cum. Shiver after shiver of dying lust wracked her while she fought for breath. Her mouth was filled with the taste of his metallic, salty semen, and her nose was filled with the clinging, distinctive stench of masculine sex.

"Yum!" she finally exclaimed.

"Wow!" Mike exclaimed. "What a greeting!"

Judy struggled to her feet. She settled her naked form in her brother's lap, snuggling against him warmly. The chair groaned ominously under their combined weight but didn't collapse. Wrapping her arms around Mike, she kissed him, opening her mouth and letting him taste his own semen on her breath.

Mike responded eagerly to her kiss, sweeping one hand upward to cup and massage one of his sister's firm, young breasts. His groin ached as his cock tried vainly to respond to this new stimulation from his sister.

But his penis insisted on remaining resolutely limp under the soft, pliable mass of her ass. He fondled the warm length of her body tenderly, stroking her satiny bare skin lovingly.

"Hi, Brother," Judy giggled.

"Hello, Sister," Mike responded. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Judy answered.

"Even…?" Mike asked, sliding a hand down into the hot, hairy crevice of her sex. He slid his fingers into the sticky, unused juicy opening of her pussy.

"Even there," Judy admitted with a sigh. "Just sucking your cock was enough to make me cum."

"I'll be damned," Mike marveled.

Just then there was a knocking on the door and they both froze guiltily.

"Who's there?" Judy called after finding her voice.

"It's me. Cynthia."

"Shit!" Mike swore softly. "She can't find us like this."

"Just a minute," Judy called. "Pull up your pants," she whispered softly to her brother. Getting off his lap, she picked up the raincoat and slipped it over her nude body. In the kitchen she quickly rinsed her mouth out with cola. Then she dawdled tensely while Mike fastened his pants. Finally she opened the door.

Cynthia breezed in briskly, fastened her gaze on Mike sharply, and glared. "I thought I'd find you here," she growled.

"Hi, Cynthia," Mike greeted his girl friend meekly.

Judy went on the offensive quickly, sensing the trouble that was brewing. "Why shouldn't he be here? He is my brother, after all."

"He certainly is," Cynthia retorted. "And I hope you don't ever forget it, either."

"Just what is that supposed to mean?" Mike demanded sharply.

"I mean, I don't think any incestuous little couplings would do our scheme any good at all," Cynthia explained meticulously.

"Incestuous couplings!" Judy erupted. "Why I never heard such nonsense in my life. Incest is-why-why-incest is perverted!"

"So's cocksucking," Cynthia said. Her seeming clairvoyance made both Judy and Mike start guiltily.

Judy had rinsed her mouth out with cola, and felt fairly secure. She stepped over to Cynthia. "Care to kiss me to see if you can taste anything on my breath?" she asked sweetly.

She was more than a little surprised when Cynthia took her up on her offer. When Cynthia's soft, girlish lips came down on hers, a surprising sweep of heat burned through Judy. Boldly, Judy opened her mouth in invitation to the slender blonde girl. When Cynthia followed up by probing Judy's mouth with her tongue, Judy's senses flamed to life. She knew Mike was watching, and must be amazed at the bold, lust-filled lesbian kiss.

Judy wrapped her arms around Cynthia and the two girls went into a tight, tangled embrace. Mike watched in astonishment. He could see how the girls' mouths were working as they explored each other with their tongues. His guts knotted at the sight. When the clinch broke and Cynthia reached to unbutton Judy's raincoat, he sank down dumbly on the chair to watch what happened next.

What happened was that Judy let Cynthia strip the raincoat off. Then, nude once more, Judy reached for the bottom of Cynthia's clinging black T-shirt. She stripped it up and off the blonde girl, baring her brother's girl to the waist. Licking her lips eagerly, Judy reached out and touched Cynthia's shy breasts, tweaking the pale pink nipples delicately.

Cynthia's mouth was partly open with lust and she reached out to play with Judy's lush, full, firm, young breasts. Her long graceful fingers traced the lush curves of Judy's breasts eagerly. Then she pinched and tugged Judy's nipples, twisting them.

Suddenly the two girls were in each other's arms again in a tight, breast-crushing embrace. Their boobs squashed flat against each other as their mouths linked in a tight, sucking kiss.

This time when the embrace broke, Judy led Cynthia over to the mattress and helped her lie down on it. Bending over the slender blonde, Judy unfastened the girl's shorts and pulled them down and off her lean legs, exposing her pussy with its sparse blonde curls. Then Judy lay down beside Cynthia and the two girls entwined for a third time.

Mike felt his cock responding to the sight of the two nude girls tangling intimately on the worn mattress. He watched tensely as Cynthia's long, graceful legs dueled with Judy's shorter, more lushly curved limbs. Legs gripped legs, as the girls ground their pussies against each other's thighs, while their hands roamed boldly over each other's bare torsos.

Judy's lust soared at the feel of Cynthia's body against hers. At first Judy's only idea had been to soothe Cynthia's anger and buy some time for her brother to recover his poise and, conceivably, his sexual energy. But now, with Cynthia's long, sleek, softly feminine form sliding against her own bare skin, Judy was finding herself swept along in a torrent of lust. Cynthia's thigh was satin smooth between hers, hard, and driving against her pussy, grinding her clitoris into a knot of pleasure as effectively as any boy's body ever had. Judy returned the favor by lifting and driving her own thigh into Cynthia's crotch, feeling the girl's sparse, wiry pubic hair scratch her.

And breast against breast was incredibly stimulating! Cynthia's firm, small tits were grinding into Judy's larger, softer mounds. Turgid nipples rubbed and scraped together, striking fire through both female bodies.

Mike himself was seething. His cock was threatening to burst out of his pants it was getting so hard. Cynthia's and Judy's bodies had always had the power to turn him on. That time Judy had walked out of the bathroom and straight past him, naked as the day she was born, had nearly driven him crazy. After locking the door behind himself he had masturbated until he had spouted like a volcano. The first time he had stripped Cynthia's bikini off her at the beach and she had lain on the towel naked, his cock had damn near split his own suit. Now this, both of his women naked, writhing together in genuine lesbian lust, was almost too much. The fact that Judy had just sucked his cock dry eased his excitement a little. Probably if it hadn't been for that he would be ripping off his clothes and joining them on the mattress.

Sooner or later he was going to have to find some release for his boiling lust. Right now, though, he was content to feel the muscles of his groin knotting and his cock threatening to explode and just watch his sister and his girl friend making love to each other.

Now their positions were changing slowly. Cynthia was lowering her sweet, slender face, opening her lips and letting them close around one of Judy's budding erect nipples. The blonde girl's golden hair trailed gracefully over Judy's tanned skin. Judy was lying on her back, her curvy tan body writhing sensuously, her dark hair fanning out on the mattress, her head rolling mindlessly from side to side. Her face was twisted with passion, her mouth hanging open slackly. She was gripping Cynthia's golden head, combing and twisting her fingers through the girl's blonde tresses. Judy was arching her back, driving her full, firm breast into Cynthia's working, suckling mouth even while she was pulling Cynthia's head down against her boob.

Raising her head, Cynthia left Judy's left breast gleaming with saliva and shifted her attention to Judy's right mound. Spearing her tongue out, Cynthia swept it in a tight circle around Judy's nipple, then battered it across the stiff rubbery bud.

Then Cynthia shifted, leaving those tortured globes of flesh. Licking happily at Judy's writhing torso, Cynthia worked her way lower. She left a gleaming, chill trail of drying spit, straight down Judy's arching, writhing body.

Judy's stomach muscles convulsed at the touch of Cynthia's tongue on the sleek expanse of her bare skin. The wind gusted from her in a word less huff of lust when a tongue speared into the hollow of her navel.

Then Cynthia was driving lower, and turning her own body, bringing her hips up toward Judy's head. Pressing her face into Judy's crotch, Cynthia lifted one of her own legs over Judy's face and straddled the dark-haired girl as she lay on her back. Boring her tongue deep into Judy's slick, streaming pussy, Cynthia lowered her crotch on Judy's face.

Judy was ablaze with lust, her hips writhing and jerking at the invasion of her channel by Cynthia's probing tongue. Judy stared up at Cynthia's pussy, feasting her eyes on the blonde's sparse, reddish curls and pouting labia. Protruding from the slit were Cynthia's swollen and ex cited red inner lips, a ready target for Judy's mouth and tongue.

Cynthia's pussy came down on Judy's face and the younger girl's head was full of the smell of sex. Judy drove her tongue deep into Cynthia's recesses. At the same time, Judy wrapped her arms around Cynthia's hips and gripped the girl's firm ass, and pulled her down even harder.

Digging her heels into the mattress, Judy lifted her pelvis and rammed it up against Cynthia's working, devouring mouth.

Mike lurched up from the chair where he had been sitting. Without taking his eyes off the two girls, he began stripping off his clothes. His cock was a knot of agony from being restricted by the tight pants. When he got his pants open and off, his prick whipped free, sending a gleaming drop of wetness arching through the air.

Mike stalked the room tensely, his hands working as he watched and watched and watched the girls twisting together, head to crotch on the mattress. Cynthia's firm, rounded buttocks were clenching and quivering as Judy clutched them. Cynthia's small breasts were pressed flat against Judy's rounded belly and the lithe blonde was hugging herself tightly to Judy.

Judy's hips were surging upward against Cynthia's face, her heels were digging into the mat tress. Judy's whole body was writhing against Cynthia's slender form in a mindless twisting of lesbian lust.

And then both girls began to cum, their bodies knotted and they strained against each other, their hands digging and pulling at each other's straining, tensed flesh. Faces ground deep into pussies, jaws worked hungrily against pulpy wet folds of tissue, tongues pried deep into streaming holes. For an aching eternity the girls strained against each other, then both sagged limp simultaneously.

Cynthia rolled off Judy and sprawled bonelessly on her back, her knees bent, her thighs wide open as she fought to catch her breath. Her face was wet and sticky with spit and Judy's cum.

Judy lay on her back, her chest heaving as she panted wearily. Her breasts felt bruised and abused, her nipples swollen and sore from excitement. She could feel cum and saliva drying on her pussy and the insides of her thighs. Her cheeks and chin were icy from Cynthia's juices and her own saliva.

Mike advanced on the two naked, gasping women. His hands clenched mindlessly as he feasted his eyes on their naked beauty. The two spent sensuous forms were a study in contrasts: Judy was curvy where Cynthia was slender, Judy had a dark, deep tan, while Cynthia's was a light, golden shade, Judy had dark curly hair and Cynthia had straight blonde tresses.

And neither girl was doing anything to conceal any part of their bodies.

Both had their legs open, their crotches totally exposed. Four uncovered breasts with taut excited nipples pointed ceiling-ward. It appeared as if both of them were making total, uninhibited offerings of their lush, naked bodies to him.

Mike's gaze flickered hungrily from the blonde pussy of Cynthia to Judy's dark, curly one. It was like being presented with an unbelievable feast.

But Mike knew he dared not take his sister. Not right here and now in front of Cynthia. Fortunately, it didn't make much difference to him at this point. Mike had the feeling he could screw a hole in a block of wood, his cock was so hard and ready. He lowered himself, and knelt between Cynthia's open legs. Leaning forward, he lay down between her gaping thighs. He aimed his cock into the streaming, ready hole of her vagina and drilled it deep into her hot, slick, clinging depths.

Wrapping her arms around him, Cynthia welcomed his thrust. She thrilled to the feeling of having her vagina stuffed full of hot, hard, heavy, sturdy male cock. She relished the feel of Mike's heavy bulk squashing her flat on the mattress. Her jealousy and suspicions evaporated into thin air with the feel of her boyfriend's prick jamming her full.

Judy had felt the mattress shift when Mike had settled on it, and had known what was going to happen. She felt a twinge of jealousy that her brother was going to fuck Cynthia instead of her, but knew it had to be that way. Turning her head, she watched, peeking under Cynthia's raised knee. From her angle, head toward Cynthia's feet, she could see Mike's shining white cock vanish into Cynthia's red rimmed vagina. Judy had a closeup view of the way Cynthia's hairy labia gripped Mike's cock as he powered it into the blonde's ready tunnel. A smear of thick fluids oozed down Cynthia's ass from her plumbed hole.

Mike drew back, his rock-hard cock sliding into view, shining with liquid. He drew back until the groove under the glans came into view at the opening of Cynthia's vagina, then rammed his powerful prick deep in the blonde girl's guts again. His balls swung heavily up and slapped against her quivering bottom. He began to pump rhythmicly, sliding his gleaming white lance out of the hot clinging, sheath, then driving it back in.

Judy's body quivered emphatically at the sight of Mike screwing Cynthia so deeply with his turgid phallus. Judy's vagina convulsed on emptiness, searching forlornly for a cock to grip.

Mike was digging his fingers under Cynthia's ass, lifting her hips and driving his fingers into the crack between the cheeks. Judy could see him searching blindly with his fingers for something. He poked and prodded along the depths of the crack between Cynthia's buttocks until one finger hit the wrinkled, puckered bud of her asshole. Slowly, he drove his finger into that tight opening, prying his finger into her rectum.

Judy's whole body knotted with excitement at the sight. It was a variation she had never imagined. Just the sight of a finger being driven into Cynthia's anus was enough to send shock waves of excitement ripping through Judy. Somehow, instinctively, Judy knew just how great an invasion like that would feel. Silently, she cheered her brother on as he twisted and drilled his finger up into Cynthia's bowels while he pistoned his gleaming cock in her greedy vagina.

Reaching down along her own body, Judy pressed the fingertips of both hands against her mons, dug them lower into the pulpy, sticky wet tangle of her pussy. With the fingers of her left hand she rolled and mangled her clit. Driving lower with the fingers of her right, she tried to jam four of them into her vagina. Then she changed her masturbatory attack, somehow man aging to torture her clit with three fingers, and drive all the others into her vagina. And she also managed to stimulate her anus at the same time. Without taking her eyes off Cynthia's two-pronged skewering, Judy drove a wad of fingers into her vagina and twisted another into her own asshole. It probably wasn't as good as what Cynthia was feeling, but it was going to have to do. Waves of fire slashed through Judy as she energetically stimulated herself with both hands.

Mike had his finger buried in the hot, greasy hole of Cynthia's anus.

His hand was grinding into the bottom of her crack as he fought to reach still deeper into her. He was pumping and pistoning his cock in her slick, slimy, clinging vagina at the same time. Still not satisfied, he pried a second finger into Cynthia's ass, brutally stretching her tight ring of muscle as he did. He could feel the pressure of his fingers against his cock, and of his cock against his fingers.

"Jesus Christ!" Cynthia erupted hoarsely. "Shit, awwww, fuck, awwwww!"

Her slender body heaved and writhed and jerked as waves of fire seared through her. Her vagina was crammed full of cock, and her asshole stretched and stuffed with Mike's working fingers. She could feel Mike moving in the clinging, velvety tunnel of her rectum, pressing against his pistoning cock through the thin wall of flesh separating her two openings.

"Aaawwwww, I'm cummminnnggggggg," she gargled helplessly as her orgasm crashed down on her like a tidal wave.

Mike was hammering his cock deep in Cynthia's convulsing, streaming vagina. He twisted and pulled with the fingers sunk in her anus to increase the pressure against his prick, and felt his climax building.

The first wad of cum burst from the tip of his prick like a cannon shot.

He heaved, ramming his pulsing, convulsing cock into Cynthia's pussy as if he were trying to drive it right through her. He jammed his fingers further into her rectum as if he was trying to bore them all the way up through her so that they emerged from her mouth.

He filled her guts with his thick, hot cum until it poured out from around his cock, dribbled down Cynthia's ass and coated his hand where it was grinding against her bottom.

Judy's own self-made orgasm burst over her like fireworks at the sight of Cynthia and Mike straining against each other. Her vagina convulsed around her fingers and her anus spasmed as she came. She saw the thick streams of creamy semen pouring from Cynthia's vagina, and con soled herself with the knowledge that she was carrying a load of that delicious fluid in her own stomach.

It was a long time before the three of them had recovered enough to sit up and talk.

Cynthia staggered wearily to her feet and gathered her clothes. "I guess you two weren't doing anything," she admitted at last.

"Of course we weren't," Judy lied smoothly.

Mike wrapped one arm around Cynthia and hugged the blonde girl. "You're my girl. No sweat," he assured her. "After all, Judy's my sister, for God's sake."

Judy thought he was laying it on a bit thick. "When are we going to get the ransom?" she asked, changing the subject.

Mike frowned. "The Old Bastard's really being a pain. Says if he gives in someone'll only try it again."

"What about the cops?" Cynthia asked.

Mike shrugged. "As far as I know, they haven't been told anything about the kidnapping yet. Mom's been real tight about that. If it weren't for her, the Old Bastard would just kiss Judy off and let the fuzz handle it all. He couldn't care less what happens to Judy. Just so long as no one gets their hands on his money he's happy."

"Oh, great," Judy exclaimed.

Mike looked at his sister. "You knew he was like that, Sis. But Mom's keeping him in line. We'll hit him with another ransom note tomorrow.

And with another tearful tape from you to jog Mom we'll get him moving.

By the way, that first tape was a dilly. You were bawling so hard we could hardly understand you."

Judy giggled. "I wasn't bawling. Paul was eating me out when I made the recording."

"No shit!" Mike exclaimed. "See if you can do as well tomorrow. I'll send Paul by again."

"It'll be a pleasure," Judy chuckled.

"I'll be seeing you," Mike said in farewell. Behind Cynthia's back, he flashed a tender look of love, encouragement, and approval to his sister before closing the door.